Baby Zoe,
You started calling Papa by his name. A few weeks a go, you approached the bedroom where he was, and called out Marco Marco Marco. Sometimes you use both designations together, as in: Marco Papa, Papa Marco, at other times, you simply say Papa. You also started calling me Mommy and Mommys. Sometimes you say all 3 in one go: Mamma, mommy, mommys. And at daycare, some call you Zozo.
Speaking of daycare, I dropped you off this morning, and a big part of my day was ruined. I opened the fridge to put in your lunch, and there it was, your box of fruit from the day before. The three olives I included as a surprise were there too! You would NEVER not eat olives. Turns out, your teacher forgot to give you your fruit box at the end of your meal. I've seen your friends cry, watching other kids eat fruit, when their moms forget to send some. They cry, reach their little hands to take a few pieces from their friends, but the teacher moves them away, saying, "No, that's not yours. I'm sorry, your mom didn't send any." They don't let you share, even when there is extra. They throw it away. Having seen all that, and knowing how much you love fruit (your teacher tells me you always finish your fruit and eat it with appetite, homp homp homp) it made me angry and sad that you sat there watching others eat, while your delicious kiwi, tangerine and olive mix went to waste. I'm sorry little one. I wish I was there to give you your fruit box.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Poop - from denial to acceptance
Mommy: "Fewww, smells. Zoe, did you poop?"
Zoe: "No."
Papa: "Zoe, hai fatto pupu?"
Zoe: (Looking down in embarrassment, shaking your head, moving away) "No no no."
Baby Zoe, for many months, you denied having pooped. I could tell you were confused about how we knew, even though you said "no." Yet, you stuck with your initial denial all the way, until we carried you to the bathroom to change. We tried ways to make you feel comfortable - explaining that everyone poops, declaring that we needed to poop, making the doll push and poop... Papa developed a fun procedure where he would show you the poop in the diaper, drop it in the toilet, and sing "bye bye pupu," as you flushed and watched it go. Although not enough to change your behavior, I think this fun approach changed your attitude toward pooping.
Last week we upgraded your potty from a container sitting in the bathroom, to a small toilet seat that fits right on top of the regular toilet seat. You loved it, and have been wanting to sit on it for fun. The other night, at the end of the dinner you shared your most private secret - "Poop," and pointed toward the bathroom. We rushed in, seated you on your seat, waited a few seconds, and there it was, a raisin size poop. We waited a little longer, knowing there was more to come, but not just yet. This was big progress! Although you weren't ready to release it all, you were able to identify the need, and asked to be taken to the bathroom. The rest came later on your diaper.
Love,
Mommy
Zoe: "No."
Papa: "Zoe, hai fatto pupu?"
Zoe: (Looking down in embarrassment, shaking your head, moving away) "No no no."
Baby Zoe, for many months, you denied having pooped. I could tell you were confused about how we knew, even though you said "no." Yet, you stuck with your initial denial all the way, until we carried you to the bathroom to change. We tried ways to make you feel comfortable - explaining that everyone poops, declaring that we needed to poop, making the doll push and poop... Papa developed a fun procedure where he would show you the poop in the diaper, drop it in the toilet, and sing "bye bye pupu," as you flushed and watched it go. Although not enough to change your behavior, I think this fun approach changed your attitude toward pooping.
Last week we upgraded your potty from a container sitting in the bathroom, to a small toilet seat that fits right on top of the regular toilet seat. You loved it, and have been wanting to sit on it for fun. The other night, at the end of the dinner you shared your most private secret - "Poop," and pointed toward the bathroom. We rushed in, seated you on your seat, waited a few seconds, and there it was, a raisin size poop. We waited a little longer, knowing there was more to come, but not just yet. This was big progress! Although you weren't ready to release it all, you were able to identify the need, and asked to be taken to the bathroom. The rest came later on your diaper.
Love,
Mommy
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