Jack @ 3 Years, 10 Months

Finally! We are officially riding the potty train on both car #1 and #2!!! Can you tell I’m excited? (For a very long winded post on our rather unorthodox method, click here.) I’m sure we’ll still have some accidents, but it sure is nice to be over the major hurdle. He’s so comfortable sitting on the potty that he even fell asleep sitting there the other day, flopped over, head between knees. I took the funniest picture and it’s about killing me not to post it here, but I thought maybe that would be going just a bit too far. Then, I turned on the video camera and woke him up and he fell forward off the potty onto the floor. I tried to feel bad for him but I was too busy stifling my laughter and looking forward to the fun I will have blackmailing him with the picture in the years to come.

Jack still talks and makes noise rather constantly and sometimes when he’s wound up, you would swear he is either demon possessed or just doing a really great impression of a rabid dog.  You think I’m exaggerating, but I’m telling you, we just watch him and wonder, “what has gotten into that child?”  He’s gradually losing his cute toddler mispronunciations, which makes me a little sad, but I still get to hear him ask if Daddy is in Uncle Homa (Mark goes to Oklahoma on business occasionally) and he still likes Pinch Fries with his chicken nuggets.

I know there are lots of people who think you ought to teach kids to say the “correct” words for things, but this month we felt justified that we had done the right thing in teaching Jack to say “hoo-ha” instead of uh… well, you know. We were sitting in church a couple of weeks ago, just as things started to quiet down for church to start, and suddenly Jack says, in a voice loud enough for 4 or 5 rows around us to hear, “My hoo-ha hurts!”