So, this week at church Nathan is standing on the pew beside me and I absent mindedly scratched my right arm. I happened to scratch off a scab that I didn't know was there. I turned my wrist over and found where I had scratched it from when Nathan noticed the scab on my finger and says, loudly, as only a 2 year-old can do, "Booger, Mommy!?!?"
Earlier in the week we were having another not so effective effort at potty training. Nathan decided that he wanted to put on underwear to wear to bed. Hmm. He won't go to the toilet during the day and he wants to be in underwear at night. Okay. So I let him put on some underwear. Mater and McQueen underwear to be exact. (Hand-me-downs of course but he hasn't clued into that fact yet.) I put a diaper on him overtop. The boys were watching movies on my bed - I am not stupid! It was still about 2 hours before bed. About an hour later I asked him if he had to go to the bathroom. He said no but things weren't smelling too good in the bedroom. He had filled his underwear. I was not impressed. Thankfully however, this was not mushy stuff and I was able to remove said underwear and its contents without making a mess and flushed it all in the toilet. I went back to Nathan's room to put a clean diaper on him and he asked where his underwear was. I asked him if he had heard the toilet flush and he burst into tears! His eyes got big and he put his right hand out in front of him and looked like an little Italian speaking with his hands. Bouncing his hand up and down in front of him he told me through the tears, "I wasn't done with my underwear yet!" I burst out laughing at how cute he was and that he seriously thought I had also flushed the underwear instead of tossing it in the laundry basket as I had walked past on the way back in to his room. I assured him that we would get him some more underwear when he was ready to wear them. In the meantime, I need to figure out where the Italian came from!
With it being Valentine's day tomorrow, the boys and I made some sugar cookies to take to Clarke at work last night. I made some for the nursery kids to be able to decorate as a filler activity for the end. Nathan told me he made 2 cookies, one for me and one for Clarke 'for tomorrow'. I told him what a good job he did on them. I asked which was mine and it was one with pink icing and red sprinkles. Clarke's had jelly beans and sprinkles that Nathan actually calls sparkles. Anyway, he then proceeded to lick the jellybeans and leave them on the table and then he licked the icing off of both cookies. He then took Clarke's cookie upstairs and put it on his desk for him to find when he gets home at 3am. He took a bite out of mine and then set it on the counter for me. What a honey! I waited until he went downstairs to play with his brothers to throw away the jellybeans and the cookie. Clarke's is still waiting for him though!
No comments:
Post a Comment