#100, just boring old stuff

Was yesterday a full moon? Because it was a weird day. First, the head of Henry's "summer camp" program at Easter Seals called to tell me that Henry had gotten bonked in the face. I guess another child in the program likes to mess around with the naptime cots, stacked in the corner. Henry was sitting on the floor, reading a book, when this child swung a cot around and hit Henry right in the nose!!! His nose bled a little, and now he has an ugly bruise across the bridge of his nose, where his glasses smashed into his face. Glad we paid a little extra for the flexible-frame glasses, because they are fine- just his face is hurt :-(

Then Bill called a couple hours later to tell me that they were locked out of the house, and could I come home early? It's not like they could just hang out in the yard, with it being so sweltering outside.

Bill had a bad day at work, and some of my friends reported weird goings-on in their lives. Either it was a full moon or the heat is starting to scramble everyone's brainwaves.

We are going to try to "get serious" about Thomas's potty training. He definitely has the language and the knowledge of what's happening. He also has older friends at the sitter who should be providing the peer pressure. But he just seems to be too lazy. I'm thinking he is the kind of kid who will really respond to one of those schemes where he gets a sticker every time he goes, and then when he gets a certain number of stickers we go buy a toy.

Anyone with experience with this? That stuff would never have worked with Henry. I honestly don't remember how we finally got Henry using the potty... I think his sitter did all the work. And he was right around 4 years old. Tommy is not quite 2 1/2, but I'm sure he's ready.

He's definitely familiar with the body parts involved. A couple days ago, riding in the car, we were talking about something to do with daddy. All of a sudden, Tommy says "him have a p***s?" (I feel like I shouldn't write out the whole word or I'll get some kind of weirdos doing google searches for inappropriate things...)

I replied "who? daddy?" And Tommy goes "NO- hiiim" and holds up his teddy bear. "Him have a p***s?" And he points to the bear's tail!

I said "no- that's his tail."

Tommy thought about that for a minute and then said "Oh. Does him have a bottom, and a hole?" Straight from the Once Upon a Potty books.

I swear sometimes it's like starting all over with Tommy. Henry never went through some of those goofy stages that typical kids do- where they are obsessed with potty talk and stuff. Henry's always seemed sort of above all that, in a way.