I've been psyching myself up to potty train Tommy for the last month or so and the original plan was to do it over Christmas break. But as that time draws closer, I am getting cold feet. So last week I decided I would wait til we're both ready. I mean, do I really want to be cleaning up the grossness that is pee pee and poopoo on Christmas?? But Tuesday at his school, I was talking to another mom about potty training and how she was able to succeed with her four kids. She said her pediatrician said 27 months is the magic age (Peter do you agree?). Now I'm confused because I was taught that there's no magic age for anything! Except maybe driving, voting, and drinking. But being potty trained? But it freaked me out because at this very moment he's 27 months old. However, next Wednesday he turns 28 months old. I don't want to miss my window!!

So I've talked to him lots about it since then and every time I change his diaper we talk about how some wonderful day he'll wear big boy pants and sit on a big boy toilet. This morning before the potty training conversation, we were talking about Christmas and I asked him "Who's coming to your house on Christmas?" hoping for the "Santa!" response, but instead I got "A toyet!"

The Christmas Turkey

I was reading to Tommy last night from a book called "Cricket at the Manger", which has some pretty illustrations... think the scenes from the stained glass windows in cathedrals. Halos and all. I was trying to get Tommy to understand how everyone was so excited to see Jesus when he was born, a message the book certainly conveys. When they were all gathered around in the pictures I said "Tommy do you see what they're looking at? Oh my goodness, what is that?!?" And with confidence and also a little bit of confusion in his voice he said, "A turkey!"

Potty in the Tub

When I first heard Tommy was missing his corpus calossum , I read up on it and one of the possible (but odd) complications might be a lack of a sense of humor. I think we have a pretty funny family so I was pretty upset about that. Well, if you spend any time with him, you would see that's obviously not the case for him, as proved again last night while he was taking a bath.

He was sitting in his bubble bath and all of a sudden got quiet and concentrated while he was looking at me. If you have young children who are not yet completely potty trained, you know this isn't a good sign in the tub. Here was our conversation

Me: "Tommy, what are you doing?"
Him: "Tommy going potty"
Me: "Are you going pee pee?" (sorry to get graphic)
Him: "No, Tommy pooping."
Me: "You're pooping?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "Really?!?"
Him: "Yes... (long pause)... NO!"

And then he bursts out laughing. He really had me going there and he knew it!