Out of the Mouths of Babes

I just had to get on and blog about something that Ethan said tonight before I forget it. I'll start with a little bit of history. Potty training Ethan was pretty dificult, it took quite a while and he had issues with going number 2 before we ever started potty training him. We had been trying off and on since he turned two but he just was not physically ready. So we finally got him potty trained right after Preston was born, he was almost 3 1/2. The only thing that we struggled with was that he would hold his number 2 for days and days. He had been doing this for quite some time while he was in diapers and it was causing issues. My nephew had had severe problems with this same thing a few years earlier so I was very nervous. My sister, who is a nurse, suggested that I put him on some milk of magnesia for a week or so, just to get him all cleaned out. Well we did and it worked pretty good, but he kept holding it and starting the cylce over again. I know that I am sharing a little more than some of you may want to know, but this was a BIG deal in the wynia house a year ago. So anyways we obviously would make a big deal out of it every time Ethan went #2. Eventually he started to get the hang of it and would go more frequently.



What happened was that we would remind Ethan that he should try and go each day. Ethan isn't the greatest eater and (this is going to sound horrible, but I am just going to say it) we remind Ethan to go while we are at the dinner table. It was just a good time of the day when we were all quiet and together and so we would remember. Also, we found that Ethan ate his dinner best after he had "made some room." That is horrible I know!!!



Well tonight we were over at my mom's house to celebrate her birthday. I was sitting at the table with all of the children, feeding Preston and trying to make sure that Kendra and Ethan ate their dinner. Ethan leaned over and asked if he could try and go poop. I told him that was fine and so he ran upstairs and I finished feeding Preston and pretty soon I hear "I'm Done, I'm Done" being shouted from upstairs for the entire family to hear. At first it didn't register that it was my sweet little Ethan but then I remembered that he had gone upstairs to take care of business. I ran upstairs and got to the bathroom to help Ethan finish and as I am doing my parenting duty of wiping the bum Ethan informs me that "It was a big one" I have gotten used to this because if you remember we always made a big deal out of it in order to encourage him. But what he said next I don't think that I will ever forget. He then said, "Mom, I think that I lost 3 pounds!" I almost died, it was too funny to hear my little four year old make such a comment and I knew right away that this had to be his dad's doing, he had always made a bigger deal out of it than me. I went back downstairs before I actually started laughing so that I wouldn't encourage such talk.



I apologize for the crudeness that this post entails, but I just couldn't help it, he was so sincere that I just cracked up.