Gavin is now starting to not only notice but also articulate the fact that most of his friends have a mommy and a daddy, not two mommies. He doesn't seem bothered by this or anything, it's just one of his many observations (and trust me, nothing gets by this kid). But I suspect it may start to bother him at some point and I'd say that we'll cross that bridge when we get there, but we're trying to help him picture the bridge in advance, so to speak. We have books, including Why Don't I Have A Daddy? which Lisa gave me for Christmas and I have not read yet. We have another little story book that I got way back when I worked at Between The Lines. We even made him a book ourselves explaining the process that even includes a photo of the donor. Still, he'll no doubt always have questions and the best we can do is answer them as best as we can. It's just that, well, I know that the best we can is sometimes not going to be very good. Granted, this is true for all parents. No matter how you were made there are some things you just don't know (a lot of it you probably don't want to, actually). The idea that you grew from the size of a poppy seed to the size of a watermelon while hanging out in an amniotic hot tub inside of some lady is hard enough to wrap your brain around.
I last recalled Gavin's experience watching Santa die before his eyes. I'd like to report that this has now become one of his favorite stories to tell. He sings all of the time now. "Itsy Bitsy Spider", "Ring Around the Rosie", "Omit Donald had a farm"(because the farmer's first name is Omit, according to Gavin. If you, as Stacy once did, refer to Farmer MacDonald, Gavin will correct you. It's Farmer Omit Donald, got that?) and, lately, "Jingle Bells," which is the very song Santa was singing during his demise. Basically whenever Gavin sings that song it triggers the memory and he'll stop and tell you, "I was singing 'Jingle Bells' like Santa" and will then go on to tell you that he was riding in a golf cart with Granny and Mommy and that they saw Santa singing and that he fell down "because he wasn't being careful."
We have had several more peeing successes on the potty (I'm talking about Gavin, of course. I, myself, am pretty consistent with that, thank you), but no poo. We tried big boy underpants this weekend after a successful on the potty pee, but after awhile he peed his pants, which he, no surprise, did not like and was kind of panicked about. They were his red Thomas the Train underwear (although the train adorning them is not Thomas, it's the red train, who has a name but I don't know it. Gavin does, mind you, and he did not like that he peed on this particular train for which he has some fondness for reasons I will never understand but will support as much as I can because I love my son.
Speaking of pee, Brenden and Lisa came to visit shortly after Christmas. I say speaking of pee because Brenden is fully potty trained and when Gavin is around him he gets very inspired. Gavin peed at least once in front of Brenden, which followed immediately after Brenden had both peed and pooed in our potty. Gavin was SO determined to poop. The poor kid just couldn't do it and was seriously crestfallen. It was one of the saddest things ever. Especially since he did manage to pass some audible gas, which gave us all false hope.
That's not to say Brenden and Gavin didn't have lots of non-potty related fun together during Lisa's oh-so short visit. See for yourself: From now on this is going to be my go-to video whenever I need a pick-me-up. I never tire of watching these crazily happy boys.
It's really interesting to see Brenden and Gavin together because they're so close in age (Brenden is just six weeks older). Gavin has sprouted over and above Brenden in the short time since we saw them last. He's taller and weighs a lot more. As far as development goes, both boys are within normal ranges and everything, but it's interesting to see that Gavin's verbal skills are a little more developed while Brenden's potty skills are way more developed -- and have been for a long time (Brenden's basically a potty prodigy. I still am amazed at how early he was potty trained, especially since we're just now trying to do it ourselves). Maybe it's because we're teaching Gavin both Spanish and English he spends so much mental energy trying to understand and speak two languages that he just doesn't have the energy to not crap his pants. It's a process. Some day he'll use the toilet and he won't even need a Rayo McQueen potty seat as an incentive.
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