Hello, it’s me, the Bub himself! I’m here to set the record straight on a few things that other mommies are harshing on me about!
First of all, I still sleep in a crib. I’m a crazy sleeper–when I sleep, and I need to be caged. I like my crib so much, I don’t even try to climb out. I like it so much, I ask for it by name when I’m tired. I like being up high, so that when I stand up I can see mommy eye to eye. There’s a rumor that there’s a toddler bed up in the attic, but I’m just not ready yet.
I also sit in a high chair. I’m short, OK? I can’t reach the table even with a booster seat. I could sit in a booster seat with a tray–but that *is* a high chair. I could sit at a little table by myself, but how fun is that? Not very. I want to sit up next to Papa and make faces at him and show him my seafood and have burping contests–from my high chair. And utensils? I tried that. I used them for months. They just slow me down. I’m back to using my hands and loving it.
And, I am not potty trained. I’m just starting to talk, and I can’t say all my letters yet. I also find it tres amusant to answer every question with “no”. Even “Do you want a cookie”. Yes, I do want a cookie, but if I hear your voice go up in query I will say “no”. Potty training now would just be frustrating for mommy and for me. “Do you have to go potty?” “No.” Change wet pants. Repeat. Why not make it easier and wait until we all can communicate better? My doctor said, “you can potty train at 2 and be trained by 3 or you can potty train at 3 and be trained by 3.” Who needs a year of wet pants?
And the talking thing, I’m getting there. I talk all the time. I never stop. But I can’t say all my consonants so no one understands me. I also am sort of fuzzy on what words go with what things. I need to be reminded all the time. All cars are blue cars until I am reminded that the red ones are red. Sometimes papa is mama. Or, I forget and just call everyone mapa. And I enjoy putting “my” in front of everything. Even things that aren’t mine. I’m sure I’ll get it all straightened out later this year.
I mean, I’ve only been alive for two years. During that time I’ve grown hair, learned to walk and run and jump and climb, learned tons of words, been to the hospital twice, started to sleep more than 2 hours in a row, I eat real food–I mean, I do tons of things! I’m a big boy! As for all this other stuff, I’ll get there. I promise.