To be or not to be potty trained...that is the question!

This morning Brock and I were downstairs getting ready to eat his favorite breakfast food - cheesy bread. I was over working on his breakfast, he was sitting in his chair at he table drinking his juice, when all of a sudden I hear him say "PooPoo". I looked over at him and he was pointing at his diaper saying "Poop". I scooped him up, ran upstairs, took off everything but his socks and shirt and sat him on the baby potty seat.

This was it...he was going to poop in his potty! So we sat their for a while and he started noticing all his bath toys. There was his bath sea creature that he wanted only to give it a kiss, say "night night" and then threw it in the bath tube. Still no poop! Then it was, play with dad's unshaved face and try to pull out the whiskers. (That was really cute. As he would pull it, he would say "Ouch" every time.) Still no poop!

So I was done sitting there! I picked him up, put on his clothes, and it was off to Piper's house for the day! Better luck next time!

TIMMMMMMBERRRRRRR!

So Brock's new thing now is stacking blocks. This past week Brock and I were playing upstairs in the playroom, climbing under his play table, building tents, and just having boy fun. I then started stacking his little colored blocks as high as we possibly could. It was so much fun! It was Brock's turn to try. I really wasn't sure how well he would do with his little unstable fingers and lack of coordination. But he did a great job! It was so interesting to see him try and figure out how to stack the blocks higher and higher. He would start putting a block on the tower of color and see that it would start falling and would try to correct the position to keep it standing...that was until I showed him the coolest part - playing bulldozer. Then the game was let daddy stack it up high and Brock bulldoze it down. It really was a fun game!

Road Rage - Learned or Genetically Inclined?

Ok, so there is one thing about me that needs to be aired out on the internet. I have a small case of road rage. Now I don't mean that I drive around shooting people the finger and pulling up beside people who have cut me off and cuss them out. I am more of a to-myself kind of road rage guy. Really it may not even be considered road rage by definition. Here's the bottom line, I believe that the world would not have problems on the streets if everyone just drove like me. My mom would never agree with this. I think she believes I am the worst driver ever. When she rides with me in Dallas/Fort Worth traffic she is the biggest passenger driver there is. People are breaking 100 yards in front of me and she is making sure I know that.

Anyway, I just don't have patience with dumb drivers. The most irritating is when I am on the Interstate in the passing lane and can't pass because there is a car in the slow lane and one in the fast lane (passing lane) going the same speed. Get out of my way! (The sad thing is that I am almost for certain that I have been that slow car in the passing lane.) I just hate it when I am the one that is stuck behind the slow car. So lack of patience is my biggest deal.

So the other day I am taking Brock to the sitters and we are taking our normal route, checking out the cows in the one pasture we pass every morning, driving by Fossil Ridge's football field where Brock every morning says "Booot Ball" (football) and points to the players.

We pulled up to the light by the high school and were waiting behind a lady for the light to turn green. When the light turned green she just sat there, and me being the nice guy, by not honking my horn, sits there for a second, get frustrated and then yell out loud, "Go, Go, Go!" Then I honk!

It wasn't 2 seconds after I yelled this that I hear from the back seat a little voice yell out the words, "Go Go, Go", as clear as could be. I turn and look at these two precious little eyes looking back and me and then a huge grin fills his face. My son followed in my foot steps of road rage - that is not good. Really, I figured that he would not even remember! That is until the next day when we started heading the to sitters again, and while we were sitting still waiting for our turn to go through the four-way stop sign, I heard a little voice from the backseat yell, "Go, Go Go!" and he looked up at me and smiled as if to say, "aren't you proud of me, I am just like you"! Yikes!

Oops!!!

So we are starting the process of potty training. I know it seems that he might be a little too early, but we think "why not get a jump start on it". So Christin went out the other day and bought a seat that fits over the regular potty seat. Well last night I put Brock on the potty before his bath thinking that I might as well get him used to sitting there. Nothing. So I put him in the bath and he plays and I bathe him and we get out and start getting ready for bed.

Usually when I take Brock out of the bath tube I let him play on our bed while I go get his diaper and PJ's. Well on this particular night I put him on the bed, go get his clothes and come back in the room to a concerned set of "uhhh ohhh....uhh ohh...uhh ohh". Brock is so upset and concerned about mommy's pillow. I let him know that it is ok and as I walk over to the bed I see that mommy's pillow is saturated...no, not with the remainder of the water on Brock's body, but he has strattled mommy's pillow and peed all over it. Then I see that it is not just on the pillow but in spots all over the bed. I must say that he has pretty good distance already.

So noted to self...either put plastic sheets on our bed or potty train that kid!

What a Ham?

I know what you are thinking...what a ham! There is one thing that I can say about my son - he has a since of humor and likes to let others know that about him.

Not too long ago we decided to surprise mom for lunch. So we stopped by our Friday fast food joint - Chik-Fil-A and got our usual - 4 count kids meal and apple juice with the fruit cup. We have decided not to do the waffle fries yet despite their awesomeness. Then it was off to mom's school.

So we are sitting at one of the tables eating our food when my mom, who is there but not in the picture, decided to put the bag on his head as a hat. He thought it was the funniest thing ever. Of course it didn't help that Christin and I were cracking up...that only feeds into the "hamming it up" mentality that he already has. So what happened next? Christin and I decided to put bags on our heads as well. This is what you call reinforcing the behavior! So really what I am getting at here is that the reason our son is so goofy and a huge ham is because we feed into it. Maybe not a good thing for later years, but right now it makes for great blackmail pictures for later.