My response was not allowing our two-year old son to do things that his sisters are doing, is fundamentally wrong and will cause more trauma than it will prevent.
Besides, I've already summarized how different the girls are from William and how we have front row seats to the nature versus nurture scene unfolding in our home. Here's just a bit more evidence that our children are progressing normally in their respective genders...
The other night, while Elizabeth was holding Henry, he started to cry. My mother, who was sitting nearby commented "Baby Henry is hungry. It's time for him to eat."
Elizabeth without missing a beat whipped up her shirt, grabbed Henry by the head and tried to push him in to her chest while saying "Eat baby. EAT!!"
When Carolyn did the exact same thing a short time later, I was convinced that my daughters realized that they possessed the "equipment" to feed a baby.
Meanwhile, whenever William is nearby and Henry starts to root ... he'll take off running in the opposite direction. He certainly has enjoyed having a baby in the house, but not nearly to the extent that his sisters have.
While the girls are constantly doting on their brother ... now that he gets the swing of potty training, William is focused on trying to make the biggest poop possible.
This is a picture that Charlie snapped off this morning.
(Less than 10 minutes after I published the post - I came back and deleted the picture. If anyone saw the photo, they'd never believe that a 2-year old was capable of such a feat. Besides, if William ever runs for President, I don't want a picture that his father took during his potty training days to come back and haunt him.)
I was nursing Henry in the other room (no surprise there) but I could over hear Charlie comment "WOW William! Now THAT is a poop to be proud of!!!"
Maybe it's the girl in me, but I wouldn't have thought to take a picture of the huge poop ... nor would I imagine that our daughters would stand next to it - like they just landed the biggest fish in the lake - giving me a thumbs up.
Yet our son had his proudest moment yet ... today in the bathroom ... with a poop the size of a Cuban cigar.
Someday soon, I might believe it was fundamentally wrong to ever wish that my two-year old could give me a much needed break and feed her brother. Likewise, someday soon, I might believe it was fundamentally wrong to
But as of right now, in my sleep deprived and somewhat delirious state, these are two of the funniest things I've seen in a long time.