Since we have started the potty training game in June, Cohen has been completely day trained when it comes to #1. However, the kid refused to poop in the potty -- like he was absolutely terrified to do it. But I kept telling myself, "He's not three yet. When he's three then I'll work harder on this issue." And honestly it wasn't a fight I thought was necessary at the time.
But then a few weeks ago, before Cohen's third birthday, he informs me "Mama I have to go poopy."
Excuse me, what?
He proceeded to walk to the bathroom, sit on the toilet and do his business like a real man.
And ever since he has been doing the majority of his manly duties in the toy-et as he says.
Once again it was just a reminder that Cohen will be ready on Cohen's time -- as he's been with every other milestone in his life.
So you're asking, what in the world does a fish have to do with this?
Well, this summer a few of our
bribes incentives to get Cohen to attempt to conquer his fear of #2 in the toilet was by telling him we'd get him a fish. The second the kid started using the potty for both of his businesses, he reminded us that it was time to get his fish. Therefore this family made a trip to PetSmart to get Coco's first pet.
Meet Shark. Yes Cohen named him.
Okay, I'm going to be honest with you, this Beta was seriously depressed the second we brought it home. I may not be able to keep plants alive but I promise you I know my fish. Ask my mother. We had a goldfish that I won in third grade at my school carnival for over 20 years. That is for real yo. And the fish only lived in a bowl. But our buddy Shark wouldn't eat, barely moved and his little tank got really cloudy.
Exactly 1 week after we got Shark, he passed away to the Pearly Gates of Fish Heaven.
I was a little unsure as to how to break it to Cohen. I mean he asked about Shark everyday. He loved to feed him, look at him, open up the little door and peek in on his friend. How was he going to handle the death of his beloved first pet?
I decided to do what any other mom would do -- just not tell him right away and see if he noticed.
Oh he noticed alright. And this was his exact response:
"Mama, Shark's dead. Aww man! Can I get a purple one?"
Yes, honey. Of course. Especially with a response like that.
So this time on our biweekly grocery shopping adventure we picked out a new pet fish and again named him Shark (II.)
Shark II is still swimming going on four days...
Crossing my fingers we make a month AND continue to poop in the potty.
Oh the joys of mommyhood.