About 3 weeks ago you were sitting on the potty with the tablet on your lap, playing a game, relaxing, like papa taught you, by taking a big breath, and dropping your arms to the side. We were trying to get you to poop. Then there was sound, to which you responded 'it's just gas." But when we looked, it was poop! We all rejoiced, and hugs, kisses, and chocolate followed. Papa declared that the next day, we are going to the chocolate factory. At Theos Chocolate Factory you had many samples and learned about the art of chocolate making. We also bought some to bring home, since chocolate has been your reward / bribe, in the process of potty training for poop.
Unfortunately, this potty experience has not been a turning point in your poop practices. You still prefer to poop on yourself, and with our insistence, you poop in the potty 50% of the time. If left to your heart's desire, you walk away, pretending to be interested in a toy or a game, and secretly push out your business. The other night, I attempted to come near you, and you shooed me away with the authority of a school teacher "Go back to your seat, Mom!"
At times we give you chocolate randomly, but ask that you promise to poop in the potty later. You promise, but don't always keep your word. I think you generalize this practice of post potty chocolate to everyone in the family. Sometimes I get chocolate for you and papa on the way from work, and you say with comprehension "papa will eat it when he poops in the potty."
You've grown a lot since we moved to Seattle. You're a little person running around the house, talking, passing opinions and doing whatever she wants. When I come home from work, you are ready to play. Lately, the dinner table has been your tent. The Swifer mop your witch's broom. "Come on, hop on the broom," you say, and we fly. "Come on, get in the tent. You are Zoe, I am mommy, papa can be the monster." You get excited, run around screaming, and pull me to the bathroom for hiding, so the monster won't catch us. Then your eyes set on the chest in the corner, and we go treasure hunting, sneaking around papa, who is instructed by you to play the part of the gatto who wants the chest.
The other day I put a tutu skirt on you and gave you a kitchen brush as your magic wand. You were ecstatic in your role as a fairy. Running around, beaming with joy, swooshing your wand and making wishes. We look at you and marvel how easy it is to make a child happy. "I wishhhhhhhhh that you play with me!" How can we say no to that? "Let's go to my room." In your room, you get on your tiptoes, and turn on the light. Just a few weeks ago, you would call me and say "it's spooky here. Make it light."
Here is the tricky part to all this playtime that only parents know. We do all this while putting our work stuff away, preparing dinner and taking care of all the household chores that need to be done before bedtime. But you know we have to go to work and understand why "you go to work so you can buy me toys." Even though I said I have to work to buy toilette paper, pay for parking at the zoo, pay for daycare and the house we live in, the toy part stuck more.
We are so lucky to have you, Zoe.
Kiss
Mommy
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