Baby Steps in Manners

Now that I sit here to type out this little sound byte from Noah tonight, I am starting to see a theme in my days lately... a poopy potty shot, Anna's worrisome constipation and it's recent, though disturbing, remedy, and now this. So sorry. Such is life with babies and boys when you are a stay-at-home mom.

So, lately I have been trying to teach Noah to say "Excuse me" whenever he passes gas, be it expelled from the northern or southern region of his little body. The way he follows that direction and articulates the "Excuse me" is downright precious although I still can't tell what letters would best represent how he mutters it. The point is, he has been making steady gains in the "Excuse me" department, whereas before he would just giggle (thereby causing me to giggle - thereby encouraging the behavior...thereby I am a bad mommy). We can't have that! And so we have "Excuse Me" training camp in progress these days. And Noah has been acing it!

So tonight Kimberly came over to visit for a bit and see Noah's Christmas goodies. While they played puzzles and towers, Noah (being every bit a boy) shamelessly passed the bad gas. No shock there. I say, "Noah, what do you say?" I fully expected him to recite our well-rehearsed "excuse me." No, no. The little stinker just grinned for our company and proudly said, "Poo Poo!"

Good grief. One step forward, two steps back.