Growing up, my brother, sister and I tended to save our inappropriate-for-all-occassions-talk for the dinner table (at least that is what Grandma always tells us). If you don't want to hear more about Coen going potty, you can stop reading now.
For the rest of you sickos :)
Coen is really kicking butt on this potty thing. I'm not pushing it, I just ask when he gets up if he needs to potty and if he says "Da" which is his version of "ya", I sit him on the toilet. No little potty for this guy. No potty seat either. He just holds himself up on the toilet with his bottom hanging in there. I've tried to get him to use the potty seat, but it really freaks him out. Immediate tears.
Multiple times now, we've been running errands and he has told me he needed to potty so, we head to the bathroom and ta da! He goes! He holds it until I have him on the potty and he goes. I'm not sure why I am so blown away by this. According to my mom, my sister and I were potty trained by 22 months, but it was so far off the radar this time last year with Carter that I am just BLOWN AWAY by this little man. It is weird to me to see someone to tiny be so verbal and so "big boy" as to go on the potty.
Ok. Just had to get it out there for record-keeping.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
2 months
That doesn't seem right. 2 months?! It honestly feels like Coen has been with us 2 years and he isn't even that old. I can vaguely remember the quiet life we had before he came to us. I remember our first homestudy visit when our social worker as us something like, "how long do you think it will take to love him?" and I replied, without hesitation, "I think we'll love him instantly."
Of course, I then had to backtrack - I couldn't have the social worker think that we were unprepared and living in a fantasy world - "I mean, we'll have his photo to look at for so long before we bring him home, that I think by the time we finally have him home, we will feel completely attached to him. We realize that he will need time."
What I didn't know then was that we would also get to spend time with him in Ghana in addition to seeing his photo everyday. And, I can say it now, I DID love him immediately. I know this is not the case for all adoptions and I count us as the most blessed people for how quickly we have bonded as a family. It almost brings me to tears how much my two little men love each other. They act like they have always been brothers (yes, even hitting and tattling when someone takes the other's toy).
As I was putting on Coen's PJs tonight, he was pointing up to his framed map and repeating as I said, "Africa" to him. Carter was playing behind me, waiting his turn for pajamas.
Me: "Carter, do you know where Coen was born?"
Carter: He kept playing and said, "Ghana".
Me: (surprised at his specific answer) "That's right! Do you know where Ghana is?"
Carter: "A long long long far away!"
Wow. It is crazy to me how they retain everything we say even when they don't appear to be listening or can't respond. It is like he has an encyclopedia in his head of things I've told him and he can just pull it out when he needs it. You would think that knowing exactly where Coen came from, he would be confused about where babies come from and be asking when we will go to the airport for another child. Nope. He gets that babies grow inside mommies and that he grew inside me. After asking repeatedly, he does understand that mommy does NOT currently have a baby growing. He was a bit bummed by that.
I do wonder, if he knows where he came from and he knows where Coen came from, how does he put that all together? He never questions the difference of their origins. This is one of the sweetest things. He doesn't question it. Coen is his brother from Ghana. His "baby". His "kiki". They just ARE brothers. He just IS my son.
I can't believe it has only been 2 months.
Of course, I then had to backtrack - I couldn't have the social worker think that we were unprepared and living in a fantasy world - "I mean, we'll have his photo to look at for so long before we bring him home, that I think by the time we finally have him home, we will feel completely attached to him. We realize that he will need time."
What I didn't know then was that we would also get to spend time with him in Ghana in addition to seeing his photo everyday. And, I can say it now, I DID love him immediately. I know this is not the case for all adoptions and I count us as the most blessed people for how quickly we have bonded as a family. It almost brings me to tears how much my two little men love each other. They act like they have always been brothers (yes, even hitting and tattling when someone takes the other's toy).
As I was putting on Coen's PJs tonight, he was pointing up to his framed map and repeating as I said, "Africa" to him. Carter was playing behind me, waiting his turn for pajamas.
Me: "Carter, do you know where Coen was born?"
Carter: He kept playing and said, "Ghana".
Me: (surprised at his specific answer) "That's right! Do you know where Ghana is?"
Carter: "A long long long far away!"
Wow. It is crazy to me how they retain everything we say even when they don't appear to be listening or can't respond. It is like he has an encyclopedia in his head of things I've told him and he can just pull it out when he needs it. You would think that knowing exactly where Coen came from, he would be confused about where babies come from and be asking when we will go to the airport for another child. Nope. He gets that babies grow inside mommies and that he grew inside me. After asking repeatedly, he does understand that mommy does NOT currently have a baby growing. He was a bit bummed by that.
I do wonder, if he knows where he came from and he knows where Coen came from, how does he put that all together? He never questions the difference of their origins. This is one of the sweetest things. He doesn't question it. Coen is his brother from Ghana. His "baby". His "kiki". They just ARE brothers. He just IS my son.
I can't believe it has only been 2 months.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Coen and Cars
Ahhhh.. The quiet that is life with 1 awake and 1 asleep! Some won't believe it because this is the only version they have seen of Coen, but he is my crazy/wild/loud child. He LOVES anything that resembles a car. If it doesn't resemble a car, say he bit of pizza at dinner, he'll go ahead and make car noises and "drive" it around his plate.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Potty update
I guess yesterday wasn't a fluke. This morning, Coen got up and went poo poo on the potty! He was very proud of himself. A bit later, we were out and about and he told me "pee pee", I took him to the potty and again, he went pee pee for me. AMAZING!
Friday, November 4, 2011
The john, the loo, the -you get it
Two items of note today:
1) I never thought that I would ever think it was cute that a boy would want to hold my hand as he sat on the toilet trying to poop. Turns out, it is pretty darn cute when it is your 2 year old who just wants your company while he waits to be "ready."
2) Coen Kwasi, at just 22 months, WENT ON THE POTTY! He has been asking constantly to go on the potty, but when I put him up there, he sits for about 2-5 minutes and then says "I did it!" Apparently, he thinks that is what it is all about, just sitting. Tonight, as Chris got him out of the bathtub, something clicked. He told Chris he needed to "pee pee". Chris put him up there and viola! He is NO where near ready for potty training, but he is starting to get the concept and really wants to do EVERYTHING that Carter does so, I'm sure he'll be insisting on doing more sitting.
1) I never thought that I would ever think it was cute that a boy would want to hold my hand as he sat on the toilet trying to poop. Turns out, it is pretty darn cute when it is your 2 year old who just wants your company while he waits to be "ready."
2) Coen Kwasi, at just 22 months, WENT ON THE POTTY! He has been asking constantly to go on the potty, but when I put him up there, he sits for about 2-5 minutes and then says "I did it!" Apparently, he thinks that is what it is all about, just sitting. Tonight, as Chris got him out of the bathtub, something clicked. He told Chris he needed to "pee pee". Chris put him up there and viola! He is NO where near ready for potty training, but he is starting to get the concept and really wants to do EVERYTHING that Carter does so, I'm sure he'll be insisting on doing more sitting.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
They're not perfect
There. I typed it. My children are NOT perfect. Pretty close, but no cigar. Top annoying habits they have right now are:
Carter: We've hit the "why?" stage. You know what I'm talking about. No matter what I say, he follows with "why?" followed by my answer followed by "why?". It is driving me up the wall.
Coen: When he gets in trouble and I tell him "no" he lets out this horrible whine as if to say "But I wanna!!!!!!!" I think it's ridiculous that he does something wrong and then punishes me more by whining when I tell him no. It's a no win.
Coen #2 (yep, he has 2 right now): No matter what Carter has, he HAS to have it right now. Toy. Banana. You name it. When I tell him no - refer to the above habit.
Carter: We've hit the "why?" stage. You know what I'm talking about. No matter what I say, he follows with "why?" followed by my answer followed by "why?". It is driving me up the wall.
Coen: When he gets in trouble and I tell him "no" he lets out this horrible whine as if to say "But I wanna!!!!!!!" I think it's ridiculous that he does something wrong and then punishes me more by whining when I tell him no. It's a no win.
Coen #2 (yep, he has 2 right now): No matter what Carter has, he HAS to have it right now. Toy. Banana. You name it. When I tell him no - refer to the above habit.
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