2 Mommies and 2 Boys

My brother called me on Sunday to wish me a “Happy Dual Parental Role Day” – I thought that was pretty cute.

We celebrated Father’s Day with Lo’s parents (it was also her father’s birthday).

Here’s Shmoo giving Pop-Pop his present from the present store.

And the Shmoo is getting much better at the driving. He thinks he’s an expert now.

Shmoo the talker

He also thinks he’s an expert talker. There are still many things we can’t quite identify. I do know what “sikle staff” is. It means “tickle scratch” where he wants to lay back and have you softly scratch his arms and legs….yes, he’s King Shmoo.

I haven’t quite figured out what “fip bot” means but he usually says it as he stands up on the edge of his bed intending to jump off.

He knows what he’s talking about most of the time, which is scary. He has this unwavering memory. If he wants to go to “Ka-den’s House” at 6 pm, no matter how many toys or distractions and explanations you give over the next 2 hours, he constantly reminds you that he “want Ka-den House”.

He did this the other night asking for a “bat-hoe” (backhoe). We went into his monstrous toy bag and played with 136 different things all night. Throughout, he kept reminding me that he wanted his “bat-hoe”. Closer to bedtime, the “bat-hoe” requests were getting more fervent and dramatic. When I found a little yellow construction truck and handed it to him, he almost hit the roof. “NO!!!! I want BAT-HOE!”

(What 28 month old knows the difference between a backhoe and a bulldozer?)

He also kept trying to tell me that he needed to use the “arpresstor”. This took me a while. (Air Compressor). Apparently Pop-Pop lets Shmoo pretend to fill up his construction trucks with the air compressor. I’m pretty sure I didn’t know what an air compressor was until I was…hmmm….maybe 17.

Potty Training

Not much progress has been made, but he’s actually getting it a little bit. He does very well at day care but has zero interest at home. This weekend, we switched into pull-ups (despite Lo’s protests because they are more expensive) and he actually seems to enjoy being more of a big boy by putting them on and taking them off himself.

We are getting on a better schedule with trying and will stick to the same times that day care gets him to go to be consistent. But I noticed that at home, he will always say “no” when you ask if he wants to go.

So, I’ve resorted to “Mommy is going to go pee-pees on the potty. And Momma is going to go pee-pees on the potty too!” That usually makes him get up and run “Me tooooo!” He refuses to use his little potty and also refuses the potty seat that he picked out. He wants to do the big person potty with little or no help.

And he tries when he gets on there. That’s ½ the battle, right?

This will be the potty training summer. Yippee. What fun this will be!

Shmoo’s Sibling

I’m still not set on a nickname. I’m not sure if I need to know a gender before I assign a nickname or not.

Our next prenatal appointment is Friday and if the baby cooperates, we might be able to find out if Shmoo will have a “baby brodda” or a “baba fissta”. Get in your last minute votes in our baby game!

In your free time, please go check out Jeve’s (John and Steve’s) blog and their Gay Parent Pride Parade!