Potty Training

Yesterday (11/21/08)

Mommy: Go potty Paxton.

Paxton: Look mommy I made pee pee.

Mommy: Try to go poopy too please.

(Paxton holds his breath)

Paxton: Look mommy I made poopy! It's a duckie.

Today (11/22/08)

Paxton: I need to go poopy.

Mommy: Hurry lets go to the potty!

(Paxton holds his breath)

Paxton: Look it's a snake.

Who knew poopy is really a 3-year-old Rorschach Test?

A Real Mensch

For the past two years Paxton has attended daycare at our temple Anshe Emeth. Apparently he's picking up a thing or two. He found some spare change sitting on an end table.

Paxton: Look mommy.

Mommy: Yes sweetie, I see it. It's change.

Paxton: It's mine.

Mommy: No, Paxton. Put it in the change jar.

Paxton: No, I'm putting it in my pocket. It's tzedakah.

No Gender Bias? No Problem.

Today.

Paxton: I'm a girl. You're a boy.

Michael: (striking himself on the chest) I'M A GIRL TOO!

I'm glad Michael's mom thought it was funny.

—Joshua

Nose Holes

Welcome to our new family blog. This is mostly to enjoy Paxton (and eventually Benjamin's) musings on why things are the way they are. And after today's conversation, I thought what better way to begin than with Paxton's thoughts for the day.

It began with the discussion of Paxton's 3-year check-up...

Paxton: We're going to see Dr. Lerner?

Mommy: Yes, is that ok?

Paxton: What's he gonna do?

Mommy: He's going to weigh you and see how tall you are. And he's going to probably look in your ears and your mouth.

Paxton: And my nose?

Mommy: Maybe. Is that ok?

Paxton: My nose holes are small. That's why my fingers are small.