That's Disgusting

Last night was bath night. Owen asked if he could run around naked for a little bit before his bath. We heard that this was a good way to work on potty training so we agreed again in spite of the last time we let him, he pooped and peed on his Sit-n-Spin. We told them both that they need to tell us if they have to go potty. They were playing for a bit when Jay ran into the living room and announced that he had to go potty. I put him on the toilet and he peed and started to poop. I let him have his privacy and went back to sit in the living room. Then Owen comes in and says, "That's disgusting." I asked him what was disgusting. He thought for a moment and said, "Putting your finger up your nose is disgusting." I agreed with him. Then he said, "Pooping in my brother's bed is disgusting." I said, "WHAT!!!!" Owen says, "Mommy, I pooped in Jay Jay's bed." Sure enough, Owen pooped in the middle of Jay's bed.

My Little Speech Therapist

Monday morning the boys were laying in my bed watching TV while I got ready for work. "Curious George" was about to come on and Jay says, "Curus Deorge coming on." Owen then corrects his brother, "No Jay Jay, not Curus Deorge, Curious George." Jay tries to say it again and Owen corrects him again. Jay got mad. Owen got mad and yelled for me, "Mommy, Jay's saying it wrong." I told Owen that it was nice of him to try to help his brother but that now Jay wanted to be left alone.

It's been about six years since I worked as a Speech Therapist with children. Owen's speech and language is so advanced for his age. I have to keep reminding myself that Jay's speech is normal for his age and I need to stop comparing it to Owen's speech.

Brothers

Happiness is.....

Happiness is a bubble bath.

Shhhhhhhhhh!

The boys were busy lining up their cars on the couch while I was reading the paper. They were being very quiet, whispering. I asked them when they were done why the cars were all upside down. I was told, "Shhhhhhhhhhhh, mommy, they are sleeping!"

I Hit Myself

We had a barbecue this past Sunday. The boys were outside playing. My mom comes inside carrying a crying Owen with a big goose egg on his head. He was screaming too loud to ask what happened. He was also fighting against the ice for his head. Jay came in and looked really sad for Owen. My partner's mom says that he is supposed to be apologizing for hitting Owen. She asked him what happened and Jay said he hit Owen. When asked with what, he produced a broken plastic rake. Jay was told that hitting his brother was wrong. Owen was still screaming about not wanting ice. Jay asked for ice for his head because he had a "boo-boo" too. He wasn't hurt. Rather than believe that he was just attention seeking, I choose to believe that he was trying to get Owen to take the ice by acting like he wanted it. They are very competitive. Right away, Owen asked me to put the ice on his head. Finally he stopped crying and as I was holding the ice on his head, he says, "Mommy, Jay Jay didn't hit me. I hit myself." I asked him with what and he said a rock. He threw it up in the air and looked up to watch it come down on his forehead.

The Boys Have a New Ride

We bought the boys an early birthday present so they would be able to enjoy it before the weather got bad.