As someone who grew up in a family of all girls, 4 to be exact, I am realizing that the entire makeup of little boys is completely foreign to me. It's like the Y chromosome carries the rough, rambunctious, selective hearing, jumping, destructive, climbing characteristics. They literally cannot keep their hands off each other, or sit on the couch, or just SIT anywhere at all. It is constant energy and movement. The new nightly game is "pull my penis." Every night at bath time, I actually have to say the phrase, "no boys, it is not okay to pull each other's penises." Seriously? I guess a man's obsession with their penis starts early....very early.
Speaking of penises, potty training has gone very well. I guess I am going to have to get used to the idea of my bathroom smelling like urine. They still sit on the potty for the time being, but sometimes forget to point their penis down, which in turn, ends up spraying straight ahead.....on me. The other day I tried to help Aidan and he looked at me and said "no mommy, don't touch my penis while I'm trying to pee." My response? "Oh I'm sorry Aidan, my bad, please forgive me and just go ahead and pee all over me." He wasn't amused. :)
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