She's scratching her tummy, so I ask, "Whacha up to, Claudia?"
"I'm buttoning myself," she replies, tapping her belly button as if to show I should have surmised this much.
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27 April 2006
19 April 2006
True Story
And we're running through the department store as she yells, "I'm pooping! I'm pooping!" and I yell, "Don't poop! Don't poop!" and then finally we're there in the bathroom and there's no accident and we're both so proud.
Talk about job satisfaction!
Talk about job satisfaction!
11 April 2006
Public Bathrooms
I had to get a little distance from this topic before I could write about it. It's one of those.
Last week, the Gkids came over for a round o' fun, except that Claudia is on the post-potty training brink. I was suspicious about how much fun would be had, but my concerns were assuaged when Claudia announced immediately upon arriving, "I have to go pee on the potty!" Dutifully, I took Claudia upstairs and granted her some privacy so she could use the toilet and admire her Cinderella underwear.
Hours later, the novelty of Grandma's potty had worn off. I caught a whiff of something potently offensive, and naively assumed it was my own child. "I'm going to change Tommy's diaper," I told Claudia. "He's poopy."
"Poopy?" Claudia repeated. She seemed to be considering that as I walked away.
When I got to the changing station, I found Tommy wasn't in need of a diaper change, but---still way too naively---I assumed he'd just passed some gas. Moments later, Claudia was rushing towards me, pulling her pants and Cinderella underpants down in a state of complete panic. "Poop in the pants!! Poop in the pants!!! Aaaaaaaaahhh!"
Check that. I still don't think I have enough distance to make the 'ol remove-poop-from-the-pants-sterilize-the-bathroom-bathe-the-niece-while-anticipating-more-poop-in-the-bathtub-and-a-later-episode-of-seven-pee-puddles-in-the-bedroom entirely comical.
More better, though:
Yesterday, I was on the phone with my sister when she started in with a serious scolding. Scolding while on the phone is common in the mom club, so I didn't think too much of it until her tone was really rising, "William James!!! What are you doing!!!? Get back in here!!! Pull your pants up!!!"
Apparently, Will had decided it was too nice of a day to waste a second of sunshine. He'd taken a potty break on the front porch.
Last week, the Gkids came over for a round o' fun, except that Claudia is on the post-potty training brink. I was suspicious about how much fun would be had, but my concerns were assuaged when Claudia announced immediately upon arriving, "I have to go pee on the potty!" Dutifully, I took Claudia upstairs and granted her some privacy so she could use the toilet and admire her Cinderella underwear.
Hours later, the novelty of Grandma's potty had worn off. I caught a whiff of something potently offensive, and naively assumed it was my own child. "I'm going to change Tommy's diaper," I told Claudia. "He's poopy."
"Poopy?" Claudia repeated. She seemed to be considering that as I walked away.
When I got to the changing station, I found Tommy wasn't in need of a diaper change, but---still way too naively---I assumed he'd just passed some gas. Moments later, Claudia was rushing towards me, pulling her pants and Cinderella underpants down in a state of complete panic. "Poop in the pants!! Poop in the pants!!! Aaaaaaaaahhh!"
Check that. I still don't think I have enough distance to make the 'ol remove-poop-from-the-pants-sterilize-the-bathroom-bathe-the-niece-while-anticipating-more-poop-in-the-bathtub-and-a-later-episode-of-seven-pee-puddles-in-the-bedroom entirely comical.
More better, though:
Yesterday, I was on the phone with my sister when she started in with a serious scolding. Scolding while on the phone is common in the mom club, so I didn't think too much of it until her tone was really rising, "William James!!! What are you doing!!!? Get back in here!!! Pull your pants up!!!"
Apparently, Will had decided it was too nice of a day to waste a second of sunshine. He'd taken a potty break on the front porch.
19 March 2006
2 Year Old Flirts Flawlessly
Claudia: Don?
John: Yes?
Claudia: Do you wear pants?
[Pause.]
John: Yes...
Claudia: I do, too!
John: Yes?
Claudia: Do you wear pants?
[Pause.]
John: Yes...
Claudia: I do, too!
03 February 2006
No Pants Nephew...and Niece
The really funny thing is that he's done this before. There was that time on Halloween when he answered the door in his birthday suit and handed out candy to the neighbor kids without batting an eye. And they didn't bat theirs, either. They just grabbed as much candy as they could and took off.
And then tonight, I walked into the room where Claudia and Will were supposed to be sleeping to find that games and socks and pillows were strewn about in tornadic, post-bedtime silliness. And Claudia and Will were not peacefully slumbering, but rather nakedly staring at me, wide-eyed and wondering whether I'd scream or laugh. I sort of grunted.
And then, while Will went downstairs to find Go Dog Go, whom he couldn't sleep without, I asked Claudia where her pjs were. I don't know, she said. Willy took them.
And then tonight, I walked into the room where Claudia and Will were supposed to be sleeping to find that games and socks and pillows were strewn about in tornadic, post-bedtime silliness. And Claudia and Will were not peacefully slumbering, but rather nakedly staring at me, wide-eyed and wondering whether I'd scream or laugh. I sort of grunted.
And then, while Will went downstairs to find Go Dog Go, whom he couldn't sleep without, I asked Claudia where her pjs were. I don't know, she said. Willy took them.
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