This entry will exist solely for the purpose of embarrassing Patrick later on in life.
Last night, he was sitting on the couch, pantsless. As he often is. (He is doing well with the potty training, in general. Doing really well considering I'm not pushing it, ha.) I glanced down and noticed that he ... seemed to be excited about something.
"Patrick, you have a baby boner," I said.
He looked down, tweaked it -- TWEAKED IT, said, "Big one!" and grinned.
I DIDN'T KNOW THEY STARTED THAT BEHAVIOR SO YOUNG.
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This morning, the cat wanted to go out. The cat is supposed to be an indoor cat, but she's not. She got a taste of freedom and now she is unwilling to give it up. Seeing as how she's sneaky and Patrick can unlock and open doors, there's no point in even trying to keep her in, really. I told Patrick we had to let the kitty out so that she could go poop. A few minutes later, Patrick -- who was naked; he'd slept naked -- informed me that needed to go outside to poop. I said we were doing pretty well with potty training earlier, but I meant #1. So I didn't think he really was going to do anything. But he did. Heh.
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Incidentally, Patrick is a master manipulator. "Thank you" was one of the first things he said when he started talking, because we always would tell him thank you when he would give us something. But we've only recently started making him say please. He'd say it when prompted but not on his own. Last night, in an effort to stay up later, he broke out the "please" umprompted for the first time. He was asking for milk, and he'd already had water so I said no, it was too late for milk. And he said, "Please, mommy?" Of course he says it like "peeeeas?" and it makes me melt. He got his milk and his extra five minutes of being awake. Ha. Score one for Patrick.
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In unrelated news, project "be skinny or pregnant by Sarah's wedding in July" is not going well. BUT THERE'S STILL TIME!
