Well, today I saw exactly what Shorty is learning from me. It’s quite an experience to see yourself through the actions of your child.
We’ve been slowly trying to introduce the potty to Shorty. I say slowly because I’ve been trying to introduce this same potty for many months now but he wants N-O, No parts of the potty. Big finally got him to sit on the darn thing for more than one second this weekend. (I have to tell you it was a cute sight to behold. Shorty on the potty reading a book with Daddy.) He sat for a bit for me yesterday. Today no luck. He has yet to actually do anything in the potty but sitting is at least a start.
Oh, yeah, so back to how Shorty is imitating me. Today Shorty brought Mickey Mouse to the Elmo potty. Mickey had to sit on the potty. I heard things like, “good job Mickey,” come from my two year old’s mouth. Then Mickey was brought over to the changing pad that I keep downstairs because I’m too lazy to haul my fat ass up that long flight of steps every time Shorty needs a diaper change. Shorty went through the whole process with Mickey. He used a wipe to make sure Mickey’s pee-pee and butt got clean. Then he used another wipe to clean Mickey’s hands. Mickey even got his nails clipped on that changing pad. And the real kicker was when the nose bulb came out. Mickey got the boogies sucked out of his nose. (Yes, I still occassionally have to do this to my two year old. What can I say, he has mommy’s sinuses and sometimes it just doesn’t blow out with a tissue.) At the end of all this Mickey was once again told he did a good job.
He also has learned how to vacuum properly – using attachments and all. The kid knows how to make coffee. Not that I actually let him but trust me he knows the steps. Did I tell you he can push buttons on the washing machine and dryer like a pro? He knows what to do with a blow dryer too. Oh, and he can whine with the best of them. (Ahem, not sure where on earth he learned that – [sheepish grin on my face]).
So, this is what Shorty is learning from me? Yikes, I guess I better start doing cooler things or else I’m gonna make this kid as anal as my own mom has made me. (Sorry, mom. I love you and you’re a great mom but you did pass all your anal retentive qualities down to me.) So, I may have to sit and meditate for some time tonight and try to call forth my younger, cooler, pre-mom self and figure out what I can do to help teach this kid something besides how to be a good mom and housewife.
In the meantime, I’m hoping Mickey’s appearance on the potty helps ignite more interest on Shorty’s behalf because Lord knows nothing I’ve tried has given him any incentive to stop using diapers.