Labor day. How appropriate. Jackson's twelve waking hours felt like waiting on a woman in labor. Only we were waiting on a two-year-old to deliver his first poopy into the potty. We tried the nakedness method all day. It totally worked when it came to Number One (which he has been doing pretty great with anyway), but he is having some stage fright when it comes to The Other. Bless his heart, by noon he was asking me for a diaper. I knew he would go as soon as I put it on his body and I didn't want to give in. I held out until 1:30, fully prepared to let him skip his nap for the sake of hastening this whole process. By then he was lying on the couch, with Tonka truck stickers covering his whole body and my whole living room, saying, "I sleep. I sleep." Isn't that tragic? So we diapered him and put him to bed. I was shocked when he woke up with a clean diaper and encouraged that we might have some hope for the poopy. (I know, y'all. I'm so sorry.)
Curt grilled hot dogs and burgers in the backyard for dinner, so Jackson had a ton of opportunity to run around nekked outside and do his thing. He played in his baby pool and kicked a ball around the yard like a pro. We brought the potty outside just in case. We all tried so hard. Him more than us, but the mental focus this is taking is crazy! Oh, and we were under siege by a swarm of love bugs. There's no telling how many of them died at Jackson's hand. One even drowned in the jar of relish.
We ended the day with a diapered, bathed, good-smelling, however constipated child in cute jammies. It was a sight for sore eyes. I'm telling you, I saw more behind today than I ever dreamed. I kept thinking, "I see Christmas with no cakes a bakin'," which is an old saying passed down in my mom's family. Don't think too hard about it. I really don't know what most of those Arkansas sayings mean. I just say them.
Also, lest you think that we are not covering our nekked child's behind in prayer, we definitely are. In fact, at night we ask Jackson what he wants to talk to God about and he says, "Tee tee and poo poo!" I am definitely praying, but I'm not so sure the Lord likes my motives. I want to get this thing d-o-n-e. But I have a suspicion that He might take His time so we can work on some of my issues like impatience, perfectionism, and being easily frustrated. Dern! I hope I learn quick!