My son. My sweet wonderful son who is so smart and SO sassy :) has asked me a question. Would you like to know what he has asked me?
This morning, as he was getting ready to dress himself for school, he looked at me and said, "Mom, when am I going to get morning stubble?"
I almost choked on my own spit. I turned around so my back was to him and I got myself right. I took the crooked smile off my face and did one of those Jim Carey things were he gets all the wiggles out (and demons and what not) and then turned back around to face him. Face the question, really.
"Morning stubble??" I say, "What's that? I'm a girl, I don't know this stuff."
He just smiles a boyish all knowing smile and says, "You know, when you grow wiskers and have to cut them off every day. You never heard of that?"----Oh I just hugged the boy. What to say? What to do? Of course, it's just about shaving, I know. It's SO not the end of the world. But it's the beginning folks, the very beginning of growing up. Really growing up. This is happening right in front of my eyes. I told him he was too young to worry about that stuff, he's got at least 10-11 more years before any of that. He told me that was a LOOOOONG time. Yep. That's right, it's a LONG time. I casually ask him who he learned about 'morning stubble' from, Daddy? No, it was Uncle T. Thanks Uncle T! :) Of course, I go running down the hall to share the cute story with my honey and he was as surprised as me, "where'd he learn that?" so blah blah blah I tell him the story. I'm thinking he won't share it with his Daddy so I will.
Later in the morning while we are all downstairs, he asks his Daddy when he will get morning stubble. DOH! Was my answer not GOOD ENOUGH? I get it, I get it, I'm a girl, he's a guy. Self----get prepared. This is all I'm sayin. How we handle these touchy things (and then when the topic of icky girls comes up the same thing) will truly affect how they think, handle, and react to certain important situations OR how they view "growing up" in general. Nice and easy, take it slow, don't let em' see you laugh. What's that commercial???? Don't let them see you SWEAT!
all because of stubble. Life. It's crazy.
--J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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Potty training is easy! I actually think I was more effective than the 'dad' in this task, because I was more on schedule with the whole thing...the dads are kind of like hey if he goes, he goes, but you have to really keep at it and keep taking them to show them this is where they go. One thing I will tell you is that if you force it TOO much, you can swing the pendulum the other way and they start to hold it. 'Poop' in particular. It has to somewhat be their idea too. With you, it might be easier because you have a 50/50 chance one of the boys will just be a natural at it and the other will see that and want to go potty too so you might have a bit of competition but in a good way.
Even now, I am careful not to ever compare Jacob to Noah in things they have acheived (obviously it's more like "noah when you were a baby you did this too" or that kind of thing) because it can set them up later for other resentment type things. It has to be all in fun and they are all as good as each other kind of thing.
We could talk! I used to sing "Pee Pee on the POTTTEEE" and dance all the way to the 'potty' and try to make it fun. I also used to say to Noah, like just announce it, that I had to go to the bathroom and too bad he didn't have to go because I was gonna be first. MAN that made that boy run to the potty and pee all he had out. :) Mission accomplished. OR---I started this thing with how much he had pee'd. Example: I'd say to him while he was going, "wow that must've been 40 pounds of PEE!" and the next time he'd say, "How much pee was THAT mom?" and so it became a game of how many pounds of pee he had (and I'd always make up some crazy number like 13 pounds or 71 pounds) and it worked. To this day, he still might every now and then say "Mom did you hear that? How much was that?" and of course, I didn't hear the pee but I'll yell out some number "It was 49 pounds of pee Good JOB!" Mission accomplished.
It's all so much fun Trace. You'll do fine. I just know it. Can't wait to see you in the summer.
Love Jenn
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