A few days after Isaac's illness, he still wasn't feeling his best. He was sitting on my lap and we were talking about being sick. I said, "Throwing up feels bad, doesn't it?"
"Hugging Mama feel good," he said. And he did just that.
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Every once in a while, Isaac burps. It isn't that frequent -- he does it much less often than I do -- and no one has bothered to teach him about burping protocol.
That's why, when he burped a few days ago, it was such a surprise to hear him say "Excuse me." He must have learned it by observation, although I'm not sure how often I say it myself.
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I haven't written much about Isaac's experiences using the toilet. When he's 12 he may or may not care that his relatives read this blog about his babyhood, but he's unlikely to approve of my having shared the details of his toilet training.
To summarize, since August he has been able to pee on demand when he is put upon the toilet, and he does so most evenings before bed. But just recently he's been waking up with a dry diaper, so I've begun trying to get him on the toilet in the morning as well.
This past Friday morning he sat on the potty, put one hand up to his chin like a toddler-sized Rodin, and said, "Think about the fair." I suggested he also think about peeing, and he proceeded to pee. And then, to his surprise, he also pooped.
Don't tease him about it when he's 12, okay?
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