I have recently realized what it truly means to have boys. Jack has entered the phase of potty humor. At least I want it to be a phase. Travis promptly reminded me that although the potty humor is a new phenomenon at our house, Jack is a boy and that once it starts, it never ends.
Lately, whenever Jack wants to be silly or get attention or just doesn’t know what to say, then we are serenaded with his version of potty humor. Generally speaking this means he tells us that he ate poop, that we ate poop or that he is throwing poop. All of which he finds hillarious and of which I find annoying and irritating. The best part of this little game is that he doesn’t just tell you his “joke”, he screams it (okay not screaming but certainly he takes his inside voice up a notch or two!) in this funny voice while gritting his teeth. Nice (insert hint of irony in my voice!).
So this prompts me to wonder, why do boys (or men) find bathroom humor so funny. My two year old’s version of a fart joke is to imply that someone is eating poop. The male adult version of this is making all of us unsuspecting wives suffer through games of turtle. (It has been a long time since Trav has tried to gas me out of the bed, but I certainly have endured my fair share of it!) So really, why is this so amusing to boys? No, really? Why is potty humor a tried and true knee slapper for them? And what is the equivolent go to annoying joke that girls/women tell? Insight please!
By the way, as I write this Jack jumped to his feet on the couch and starting say “pooooops, playin’ basketball. Where’s the basketball? Poops, poops…” I guess that means he wants my attention!
Whoo Hoo…Garrett finally ate solid food, but it ain’t homemade. The little monkey has resisted everything I’ve tried to give him. The closest to eating he has gotten to this point was nibbling on a teething biscuit and sucking on a whole banana. In both cases once he got a chunk of food he started gagging. I took him for a weight check a week ago to see if we could increase his reflux medication and the doctor asked about solid foods. I explained our lack of progress and the doctor suggested I try commercialbaby food. He said at this age the resistance to food isn’t because of taste but texture and that jar food was very smooth and generally appealing. So I relented and purchased jarred baby food. This afternoon I gave the little man some banana and voila he ate over half of a jar. I am soooooo happy he ate something but I am a little disappointed that he wants jar food. I love making the food and knowing exactly what he is eating and yet he hates it. Of course I really want some sleep, so if it is jarred food he wants then jarred food he gets. God help us the kid will get some food and quit waking up four or five times a night to nurse. I won’t get my hopes up!
Apparently Garrett got all jumped out in the Jumparoo and just had to take a little snooze! Actually, the jumparoo is a bit of a lifesaver for us with Garrett. He loves to jump and often will be content in it for an hour at a time. Often times he follows up his vigorous jumping with a nap. The life saver part is that about once a week Garrett decides he is good to go at about 3am and wants to play. Enter Jumparro. Garrett jumps…Mama sleeps…Jumparoo music stops and then we know Garrett has konked out! Thank you Jumparoo. Oh, and it is also know as the pooparoo. A handy tool for inducing Garrett’s not nearly regular poops. More information than all you non-parents wanted to know, huh? Just wait…this too could be you someday!