Express Yourself

First off, Kenny was back to his happy, jolly, exuberant self today.   He laughed and sang and ran around like a monkey – no sign of yesterday’s melancholy and no mention of wanting to go home.   But I am grateful that he is learning to express himself and share how he’s feeling.   I want him to be comfortable doing that, and I hope that he will more and more.

 One thing that he is never shy about expressing, is his bowl habits.   He talks about that all the time.   He has gotten into a pattern of pooping right before he takes his nap.   Sometimes in the potty, but most often in his diaper after doing nothing on the potty for ten minutes. It’s when I give up and put him in his bed that he lets it all go and calls out the door, “Mama!   I pooped!”

He tells me when he’s struggling.   He’ll ask for some water or apple juice and say, “I drink this and it helps me poop!”   When they’re hard, he’ll say, “I did a golf ball poop!”   When he goes more than the normal amount, “I did a dinosaur poop!”   He likes to be descriptive.

Tonight after we put him to bed, he called out to Casey, “I haven’t had any poops come out today.”   Casey went back in there and he said, “I need a little privacy.”   Thirty seconds later, “Dada!   The poops came out!   They were golf balls!”

Did I ever think I would be spending my evening free time writing an epistle of my son’s poop chronicles?