All in the Timing

I don’t know if I mentioned this in all the chaos for our MommyBlog family in the last two months, but Kenny is completely potty trained.   Finally!   I happened in about two days during all the packing madness – I don’t know if he was looking for some positive attention or what, but he just started doing his business in the toilet and wearing “unders” and having no accidents.   In fact, he even started going without telling us throughout the day.   He will occasionally tell me what he’s going to do, but usually announces it after the fact.   Hurray for Kenny!

Ah, but his timing is sometimes cruel.   Possibly on purpose, but hopefully just coincidentally, he ALWAYS has to poop when I’ve just settled in to nurse Cooper.   He can get in there and go by himself, but still needs help to wipe, so he’ll cheerfully announce, “Mommy!   I have to pooooooop!” and scamper off to the bathroom, then return minutes later, bare-assed and adorable, sing-songing, “Wipe me Mama!”  

It gets worse.

I’ve finally gotten Cooper on a decent nap schedule – in the swing in our bathroom (hey – it’s dark and cool and the exhaust fan is the perfect noise-maker).   He’s been taking four 45 minute naps a day all week… I’m hoping to now move him to his bed, now that he’s getting used to going to sleep at certain times.   Anyway, there is only one bathroom on our second floor where our room and Kenny and Coopers rooms are… and it never fails that just as soon as I get Cooper strapped in the swing and off towards slumber, Kenny opens the door and stage-whispers, “Mommy!   I have to pee pee!   I’ll be reeeeeeaaaaaalllllly quiet!”   And he does an exaggerated tip-toe to the pot and carefully aims his willy, then tip toes out.   Hm.   Someone looking for attention??

Today I realized that my reaction has been pretty consistant, as this time Kenny whispered, “Mommy!   I have to pee pee!   I know, I know: I always have to go when Cooper’s in here, but I just really have to!”

(Speaking of realizing that this kid not only hears everything we say, but thinks about it, this morning, Kenny noticed the news on the TV (which is very rarely on in our house during the day).   He looked at me and said, “Mommy, did Obama win?   I thought you said that ‘Cane would!   Oh my goodness, Mama-bama.”)