Tonight we had hot dogs. The gourmet kind. (as gourmet as a hot dog can be anyway). Isaac and Asher shared one so I cut it in half. Asher looked at the cut end of his hot dog switched it around and said, "Look! My hot dog has a mouth." He then proceeded to make the hot dog talk and then turned to me and said, "That is pretty funny isn't it?" Later, during the dinner he made the hot dog talk again and had the hot dog say, "Asher is eating me! He is eating my body! See my tail! It is gone!" (so glad the hot dog had a tail!). They do things like that where you are just amazed with your children. Your kids are so normal and just little little people and then they start doing things and your like, "wow! your comprehension and your ability to create is far and beyond what I thought it could be!" Not that you think they are stupid or unintelligent I believe mine to be VERY intelligent. Being so little and not always expressing themselves like adults, you start to think that their thinking process is different then your own, but then you find out it is not so very different after all.
At this point in Asher's life, he is in LOVE with Lightening Mcqueen. We bought him one for a prize for pooping in the toilet, just a small car. I thought of getting him a different hot wheel for every poop put in the potty but I decided it would be too expensive. Instead, we gave him Lightening Mcqueen the first time he correctly accomplished the deed in the toilet. After that, if he didn't poop in the toilet, we would take Lightening back until he pooped where he was supposed to. Lightening had some lonely days left up top of the refrigerator, but finally asher figured it out. Poop in the toilet keep the car. Poop in his pants (or in Mom's shirt on the floor(I threw the shirt away... it was ugly anyway... I suppose that is why he choose that one to poop in) and all he talks about is how lonely Lightening is without his friends on top of the refrigerator. In the end, I feel like it was a good parenting technique. Although, in the beginning I had my doubts.
I unwisely enough, had Asher with me in the store when I bought Lightening, which led to a VERY lengthy (all day) conversation (with me repeating myself constantly) about how Asher wanted the car and how he had to poop to get it. (ha ha, poop to get it, so not a consecutive line of thought) I believe there were some tears and tantrums involved, and while I did regret getting the car at that time, I did not cave, I withstood the most powerful weapons given to mankind, a child's tears, and did not give him what he wanted at that time.... he had to work for it :) So, now Asher is pretty much potty trained, unless he is in his pull ups... which is for night time use or extensive trips and peeing only.
I love that I am a mother that talks about poop. So glamorous :)
Also, Asher had shown that he is like me... at least a little. He sings songs. Makes them up on his own, mostly about cars or boy stuff, while I sang songs about... I don't know actually... but I sang to horses, cows, puppies, chickens, kittens, at church in the front lawn... sometimes I would dance too... anyway. He also likes to dance and has danced a few times on the table at the park, an activity I thought was reserved for wild and crazy rebellious teenagers or people who had gone completely starkers. My three year old son can now be added to the condoned list of people who may dance on tables willie nillie.
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