I guess it turns out that there are just certain roles that each of us need to play in the family. For example, Parker, you know, with no income to speak of is sort of a money vacuum. His latest method of making suckers out of us is to find something he really wants (say, I don't know, a dump truck) and he'll get this long face and say "Awwww, I wish I had one of those - then I would be sooooo happy." And to our credit - his success rate is only 90%, I mean we really hold our ground 10% of the time. So that is Parker's role. Julie's, of course, is different. I think Parker put it best regarding Julie. I came home from work yesterday, and Julie and Parker were playing (yes, trucks). Parker likes to have some individual quality time with each of us, so when I came in he said, "Daddy, you can play with me now." Julie relinquishes her spot, gets a drink and shortly returns to the room. Parker looks at her and says, "Mommy, don't sit on the couch" (for fear she is going to interrupt our quality play time). "Mommy, you can go wash the dishes."
To his credit. there were a few dishes left over from lunch that needed to go into the dishwasher. And, in my defense, I have in no way suggested or implied that very traditional 1950's gender stereotyping for our family. No, the big man did that one all on his own. Very progressive. Apparently Mommy's role is in the kitchen.
Me? I am the poop whisperer. I don't know why - but the little man seems to only poop when I take him. It's actually a little freaky. I mean we have been trying to potty train this kid for like the last twenty years. He's been awesome with number one for maybe the last year or so - but he was in some sort of poop protest for the last nine months. He appeared to take great pride in informing us that he had, in fact, pooped his pants. But sometime over the last two months he has started to turn the corner. By the way, I realize that discussing a child's bowel movements is quite literally letting people into a world they could not care two shits about.
Anyway, like I said - he seems to have turned the corner, with one caveat - I have to be around. He actually even tells Julie that he's going to wait for me. I think Julie actually uses this, because lets face it, the whole thing is pretty disgusting, and the less time one has to spend dealing with other's feces the better.
I can handle it - we come up with games guessing how big it's going to be, calling it the big stinky, and rolling cars and trucks over my head. Good times, good times.
He has also started swim lessons again - and we are talking huge progress since last year. Still wants to have the death grip around my neck, but now I can eventually pry him off.
More about that later though.
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