Potty Talk

Potty training has been going  *slowly* with Chicken.  It's been a drawn out process.  We take a few steps forward, we take a few steps back.  Such is life, as they say.

I definitely wouldn't say it's been a good experience.  But, if there is a positive note,  I do have to say that it's pretty cute how he announces that he needs to use the potty...you know, on the rare occasion that that happens.   He'll say:  "I feel like to pee!", or "I feel like to poop!!".  Pretty much he just leaves out the "I need" part every single time.   I know it sounds wrong to state that someone can be adorable while referring to to their bodily functions, but really, really it really is.

We were driving to church and the kids stated that the truck made a sound.  I didn't hear it, but as they were talking about it, Chicken says in his sweet little voice, "The truck feels like to poop!".  We all laugh, which is what he was going for.  What a funny little guy!

On a side note, a lady told me yesterday that I need to send his picture into GAP kids because he could totally model.  "You really should do it.  He has that look," she said.  I know what she means, he does have that look.  This is why I can't help being crazy about Chicken--he's funny, sweet, smart, and model-worthy handsome.  He just has it all.

 Well, besides the ability to not poop and pee in his pants, that is, so....maybe he doesn't.

Singing

Chicken picked out a "baby show" to watch while he was getting his hair cut a few days ago.  Gotta keep that wiggly little head still; I'll do whatever it takes.   The show, which was geared towards infants, had a mellow, monotonous theme song that easily gets stuck in your head (as many children's shows' theme songs tend to do).

So yesterday, out of the blue Daddy belts out the lyrics.... in a purposely obnoxious, falsetto voice.

Daddy:  "My child!  Me and Baby First TV.  My child!  Me and Baby First TV.  My child--"
Chicken:  No Dad!  It's not cute when you do it!
Edee:  EEEH!  Dad!  Dat's not right!
Daddy (ignoring them):  "My Child!  Me and Baby First TV--"
Edee:  Stop!! Dat's not right, Dad!
Daddy:  "My--"
Chicken:  STOP Dad!  It's not cute when YOU do it!  See, watch me.
(then with a sheepish little grin):  "My Child!  Me and Baby First TV...."  See? Dat's cute.  It's not cute when YOU do it!!

Oh the protest.   Oh the cuteness (or the lack thereof, depending on who's referring to who).
Oh the entertainment.

Hilarious

We are getting ready to meet up with some friends at the nearby trampoline park, and Edee suddenly comes down with an upset stomach and all that that entails.  After breaking the news that we need to stay home, she (unsurprisingly) melts down.  Daddy is consoling Edee downstairs, and I hear Chicken coming up the stairs.

Chicken:  Dis is 'ilarious!! Mom!  Dis is 'ilarious!
Me:  What's hilarious?
Chicken:  Dat we are staying home.
Me:  Chicken, do you know what 'hilarious' means?
Chicken:  No.  What does it mean?
Me:  It means that something is really funny.  I don't think that's what you meant.
Chicken:  Oh!

.....but it's so fun trying out new words :)

Goals

Goals have been the topic of the week here.  In addition to it being a new year, I taught Joy School lessons about goals for our preschool group.

Me:  So have you been thinking of the goals you want to work on during Joy School?
Student 1:  My goal is to finish my work on time!
Me:  Very nice, that's a great goal.
Student 2:  I'm going to stay calm and be nice!
Me:  That's wonderful.
Edee:  I'm going to help my friends.
Me:  Nice.  How about you work on including everyone also along with that.  What about you Chicken?
Chicken:  I'm going to jump on a cloud!!
Me:  Uh....ok, that sounds fun, but let's think of something we can do during school time...
Chicken:  I want to pack-tice jumping on da cloud!

The other kids are giggling.  After a few minutes of a (pointless) debate about it with Chicken, I suggest something else about helping Mom out and jot it on his chart.

A few days later, we are talking about new chore charts we made and family goals as part of a family night.

Me:  Okay, so I am going to put our charts upstairs where we can see them.  Should we keep the same goals or should we do something else?  Hmm....how about Daddy and I keep the same goals we had.  Edee, do you want to keep the same goal about not whining?
Edee:  Yeah!  I didn't whine today! I get a smiley face!!
Me:  Okay, and Chicken, do you want to keep the same goal of using the potty or do you want to do something else, like not throwing fits?
Chicken:  I want to jump on a cloud!!!
Daddy:  Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Me:   Ugh.  Funny to you Daddy, but this isn't the first time I've heard this.  Uh, okay, honey, you really can't jump on a cloud.  And even if you could, it's not something we can practice at home together in our family.  Do you want to work on staying dry? Or not throwing fits?
Chicken:  I want to jump on a cloud!  ONLY dat one!
Me:  Okay.  Listen.  Sorry to burst your bubble, but you can't do that.  It won't work.
Chicken:  Only jumping on a cloud.
Me:   No.  Hmmm....what should our goal be for you?
Chicken:  DAT is a goal, get a goal FOR ME.  DAT IS DA GOAL, get a goal for me!!

Well.  I guess that is the case....my goal now is to find a goal for Clayton that we can agree on (or that is at least more realistic than jumping on a cloud).  

Disaster

Edee refers to anything that happened in the past as "last year".  Since we're only three days into the new year, technically she is now correct any time she refers to something that happened "last year".

We're driving to church as a family and she remarks about something that happened "last year".

Me:  Yep.  Edee, do you realize that THIS year you'll be going to kindergarten?
Edee (eyes lit up):  I am!??
Daddy:  Wait!  She is?......Whoa....this year?  What.....how'd that happen?
Me:  I know, so exciting!  In September, Edee.  That's about nine months away.
Daddy:  That's so crazy that will happen this year.
Me (talking to Daddy quietly): We also said that this year we'd talk about whether or not we'll try to get P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T.
Daddy:  What....oh no.....
Edee:  Mom!!  What does dat spell?? Tell me!!
Daddy:  It spells 'Disaster'.
Edee:  Oh right, I knew dat already.

Mmmm hmmm.

Heck

Chicken was in the bathroom with me as I was getting ready this morning.

Me:   Hmmm....where is my contact solution....am I out?  Where is it....
Chicken:  What in heck!?  What in heck!? What in heck!?
Me:  Oh, there it is.
Chicken:  Mom.... is 'what in heck' a good word??
Me:  Um.  No... it's not the best thing to say.
Chicken:  But Mom, we say "what in heck" when we can't find fings.

Such a proud feeling as a mother to know that you've taught your child something so refined.

Oranges

Happy New Year 2016!  I know I missed a lot of cute Edee and Chickenisms, but the month of December was a very busy one.  I'm recommitting to capture the kids conversations a little better this year.

I've posted before about how Chicken LOVES orange juice.  It's the only drink he asks for.  But even if it's apple juice, grape juice, or whatever juice we have....it's still "owange duice" to him and acceptable.

He *usually* enjoys oranges themselves also; except.... for when they are too fresh, apparently.

Me:  Here Chicken, eat your orange and then I'll get you the rest of your lunch.
Chicken:  My owange is too fwesh!  Fwesh!!  I don't like it, it's too fwesh for me!
Me:  You're orange is too fresh?  Are you sure?
Chicken:  What does 'too fwesh' mean?
Me:  It means nice and new.
Chicken:  It's too fwesh and I don't like it!

The fact is that the oranges were a little old, which is what I think he was trying to say...they weren't fresh!

That was a few weeks ago.  Today, Chicken asked me to sit by him at the little table while he drank the orange juice I poured him (which, by-the-way, is always heavily watered down since the kid drinks so much of the stuff).

Me:  Oh, do you even have any juice left in there?

He takes a big swig to down the rest of small amount left in the cup.

Chicken:  I dust drank da last blump!

I could not control the laughter.  It was just so cute and funny how he said it.  I have no idea where he got the word "blump". Of course my reaction caught Edee and Daddy's attention, and after I related what happened, Edee immediately asked if should could have a blump of orange juice too.

This one here is a trend-setter, I feel it.