Boring and snoring
It's funny, the things you think about as you sit in a rocking chair at almost 4am, slowly lulling your 7.5 month old child back to sleep. I realized it had been a LONG time - too long - since I'd written in here and that I was way overdue for an update of some sort.
Not that anyone reads this or anything. But whatever.
So now that it's been almost a full month since I've made a real entry in here...I don't have a lot to write about. Just a quick story, I guess.
Last night (really just a few hours ago, unfortunately), I was giving L a bath when M - who was running around naked, because for some reason he insisted on taking off his clothes even though I wasn't ready to put him in his PJs yet - suddenly realized he had to go potty. More specifically, he realized he had to make a "poop." (why the quotes? who knows - it's 4:06am...go fuck yourself)
Thankfully L is sitting up in the bath now, so I quickly grab M and plop him down on the toilet (same room that I'm giving L the bath in). He pushes a bit, tells me, "Nothing's coming out Daddy!" I told him to just sit there for a minute and not to hurt himself straining too much. About a minute later, though, out comes the poop! Hurray!
I won't go into more detail than that, but I was very proud of him for telling me BEFORE he started to go. He's mostly potty trained when it comes to "pee-pee" but with the poop thing, we tend to get some accidents. Strange...
Anyway, there ya have it. It sounds like L has finally fallen back to sleep and I think I shall do the same.
G'night moon!
Not that anyone reads this or anything. But whatever.
So now that it's been almost a full month since I've made a real entry in here...I don't have a lot to write about. Just a quick story, I guess.
Last night (really just a few hours ago, unfortunately), I was giving L a bath when M - who was running around naked, because for some reason he insisted on taking off his clothes even though I wasn't ready to put him in his PJs yet - suddenly realized he had to go potty. More specifically, he realized he had to make a "poop." (why the quotes? who knows - it's 4:06am...go fuck yourself)
Thankfully L is sitting up in the bath now, so I quickly grab M and plop him down on the toilet (same room that I'm giving L the bath in). He pushes a bit, tells me, "Nothing's coming out Daddy!" I told him to just sit there for a minute and not to hurt himself straining too much. About a minute later, though, out comes the poop! Hurray!
I won't go into more detail than that, but I was very proud of him for telling me BEFORE he started to go. He's mostly potty trained when it comes to "pee-pee" but with the poop thing, we tend to get some accidents. Strange...
Anyway, there ya have it. It sounds like L has finally fallen back to sleep and I think I shall do the same.
G'night moon!