What used to constitute an epic Friday night and what now consistutes an epic Friday night require very, VERY different bases of measurement. Regardless, by my current code book of standards, this evening was monumental for our household. First, during a run through Target, the store that inherits a significant portion of my semi-monthly income, I picked up a package of Buzz Lightyear and Lightning McQueen underwear and informed Jack that he could wear his big boy briefs as soon as he starts going poo poo in the toilet. He has known for quite some time where his poop is “supposed” to go, but feigned the most stoic of interest in execution…until this week. We’ve gotten many-a-tinkle into (and around) his special potty, but #2s remained an elusive, diaper-only experience. Perhaps the more he observes his pals in daycare squatting on the throne, the more he determines he’s ready. Or perhaps this evening’s Disney-themed Jockey investment was just the catalyst we needed. Regardless, when Kent noticed Jack sneaking humbly around the corner of the basement couch, he invited him to try the toilet and Jack, shockingly, agreed. His first lil’ turd…so proud!
Second, I was inspired to give Bobby his first taste of solid grains [the term "solid" being relative, of course] this evening. While many parents wait until 6 months to kick off the cereal, both of my boys exhibited noticeable interest in eating much earlier. With a week left until his 4-month birthday, and several days of practice in his hand-me-down Bumbo seat behind him, Jack and I partnered to test Bobby’s beginner prowess with a spoon. He was a natural, of course, grabbing at my fingers and pulling the spoon back towards his mouth; manipulating his tongue outwards and contemplating the harmonious taste of the soft mash of whole grains and breast milk.
Jack, who has started to exhibit more noticeable signs of jealousy lately, spent the first few moments ignoring his own meal and claiming he wanted Bobby’s cereal. To appease him, I asked if he wanted to help teach Bobby how to use a spoon, like only big brothers can do, which he did with focus and gentleness.
Amazing how much joy one can derive from moments of such fundamental development. Tonight, a night just like any other, turned out to be extraordinary.