Bye-bye do-dos
This kiddo is growing up. In the span of two weeks he starting using the potty and wearing big boy underwear AND he gave up his pacifiers. Or as Riley would say "do-dos" (rhymes with "toe-toes").
We celebrated his first night without pacifiers by taking Riley to a toy store, where he could pick our any big boy toy he liked. The activity itself was awesome, watching him slowly make his way through each section of the store playing with everything that looked interesting. In fact, he was so absorbed in exploring the toy store that, without noticing, he peed everywhere -- the first time since we'd started potty training.
But not before he found the helicopters. Riley discovered baskets full of small planes, helicopters and other aviation toys. He quickly found that several of the helicopters were similar -- they were the same shape and had shark faces painted on their fronts.
This inspired the most curious behavior. Riley decided to find every single shark helicopter in the toy baskets and, eventually, in the store. He lined each one in a long straight line. He carefully placed them in a particular formation with the right wing of each helicopter tucked over the left wing of the next one in line.
Then he would count them, over and over again. At first there were just a few, but by the end, he was counting all 25 copters. If he skipped or got stuck on a number, he'd start over again at the beginning. (He actually does this all the time, going back to the beginning of the alphabet or counting until he gets a sequence perfect -- it looks like someone might have perfectionist, slightly OCD tendencies that mirror his mama's!)
So, my kid doesn't run around pretending to fly helicopters; he lines them up and counts them. Is that weird?
Later, he was so absorbed in a Winnie the Pooh sticker book he found, that he didn't discover for at least five minutes he was sitting in front of a Thomas the Train display.
But once he did, it was all Thomas, all the time. He quickly identified his big boy prize, the "Rumblin' Bridge". By the time we left the toy store, he was one happy, proud big boy (with wet pants!).
The only downside to our big boy giving up his pacifiers is that he's also abandoned morning cuddle time. For his entire life, he's spent 15-45 minutes cuddling on the couch with mommy or daddy when he wakes up every morning. Frankly, it's my favorite part of the whole day. But without his pacifiers he no longer awakes groggy; he's ready to play from the second he springs out of the crib. I suppose it was inevitable, but my heart aches a bit for the loss of those cuddles. Such is the march of time.
We celebrated his first night without pacifiers by taking Riley to a toy store, where he could pick our any big boy toy he liked. The activity itself was awesome, watching him slowly make his way through each section of the store playing with everything that looked interesting. In fact, he was so absorbed in exploring the toy store that, without noticing, he peed everywhere -- the first time since we'd started potty training.
But not before he found the helicopters. Riley discovered baskets full of small planes, helicopters and other aviation toys. He quickly found that several of the helicopters were similar -- they were the same shape and had shark faces painted on their fronts.
This inspired the most curious behavior. Riley decided to find every single shark helicopter in the toy baskets and, eventually, in the store. He lined each one in a long straight line. He carefully placed them in a particular formation with the right wing of each helicopter tucked over the left wing of the next one in line.
Then he would count them, over and over again. At first there were just a few, but by the end, he was counting all 25 copters. If he skipped or got stuck on a number, he'd start over again at the beginning. (He actually does this all the time, going back to the beginning of the alphabet or counting until he gets a sequence perfect -- it looks like someone might have perfectionist, slightly OCD tendencies that mirror his mama's!)
So, my kid doesn't run around pretending to fly helicopters; he lines them up and counts them. Is that weird?
But once he did, it was all Thomas, all the time. He quickly identified his big boy prize, the "Rumblin' Bridge". By the time we left the toy store, he was one happy, proud big boy (with wet pants!).The only downside to our big boy giving up his pacifiers is that he's also abandoned morning cuddle time. For his entire life, he's spent 15-45 minutes cuddling on the couch with mommy or daddy when he wakes up every morning. Frankly, it's my favorite part of the whole day. But without his pacifiers he no longer awakes groggy; he's ready to play from the second he springs out of the crib. I suppose it was inevitable, but my heart aches a bit for the loss of those cuddles. Such is the march of time.
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