From Me, With Love

Thursday morning I go get Monster J out of his crib and put him in his highchair to eat breakfast.

Monster J: Mommy. Mommy. Moommmmyyyy!

Me: Baaabbbbyyyy!

Monster J: Mommy! Bidey! (as in diapey – diaper) Mommy! Pee pees! (as in his diaper is full of pee)

Me: Okay, Baby. Just a minute.

He gets his sippy-cup of milk then I take him for a diaper change. I put him back in his highchair to eat breakfast and he finishes.

Monster J: *waves his arm furiously at me to tell me “all-done” as in he wants down* Mommy. Pay. Pay. MOMMY! PAY! (play)

Me: Okay, Baby. Just a second.

I take him out of the highchair and off he goes… paying.

(about 5 minutes later)

Monster J: Mommy! Mommmyyyy! Bidey! Bidey! Poopies! Mommy! (as in he wants yet another diaper change because he has a poopy diaper)

Eek! It’s time for this already? I thought I had a few more months at least. I guess it’s a good thing he’s telling me that he has pee pees or poopies in his bidey, though. Maybe that means it won’t be so bad. Right? Right! Someone’s getting a potty for Christmas then.