Didn't expect that...

Today, Corin figured out that he could retract his foreskin. He wanted to know what was inside.

M: "Your penis."
C: "My peemis is inside my peemis?!"

Yeah...so we talked about the difference between foreskin and penis. I guess I need to keep an eye on things now that he's playing with retraction.

What is it with my kids and their sexuality this week?

Potty tales...

Two days before Memorial Day weekend, Corin decided that he needed a new diaper every hour or so. It was the *tiniest* bit wet and he couldn't tolerate it. I had previously drawn a line in the sand that Memorial Day weekend was our weekend to potty train. I had the potty train in 3 days booklet and a mission. We started Saturday morning and he did pretty well. Sunday was full of accidents and by Monday he seemed to have pee down.

Problem was that he didn't poop at all on Monday. He only pooped a bit in his underwear on Sunday. On Tuesday, I took him to a play scape and within 5 minutes, his underwear were full. We continued to slide down the hill of despair with regards to poop training. I think the biggest problem is that he, unlike Ryanne, doesn't have super clear signs that he's taking a dump. It just sort of comes. He says he can't feel it. He doesn't mind it being in his underwear any more than he minded it being in his diaper. He says he's the only one that poops (and somehow I've lost our copy of Taro Gomi's Everybody Poops).

Yesterday, I tried the technique from 3 day again...still wouldn't finish what he started in his underwear. Today, I left him nekkid.

I was watching him play and suddenly he runs for the bathroom yelling "Mooooom, some poop fell out of my bottom on the carpet." Sure enough, there's a small pile. We run to the bathroom. He finishes. I clean. He looks at me with great pride, "MOM, I felt the poop."

Announcing Eureka seems premature....so I'll merely whisper, "finally".