In addition to being a totally hot science-doing prima donna, Dr. Isis is also the mother of a potty training two year old. This is leading to serious Isis-family shenanigans.
Video 1: This video is watched 10-12 times a day in the Isis house.
In order to bribe encourage Little Isis to do his pee pees in the potty, we give him a smiley face sticker every time he goes. Then he gets to put the sticker on a little card. Except for this morning. This morning Little Isis took his sticker and placed it right on the tip of his little boy parts, exclaiming proudly, "My put my sticker on my penis!"
Figure 1: "My put my sticker on my penis, indeed."
I watched Mr. Isis try to convince Little Isis that this was not an acceptable place for his sticker, but Little Isis was hearing nothing of it. Being a scientist, however, I was intrigued by the line of though that would cause my baby boy to adorn his wiener so. So, I asked him, "Honey, why is your sticker on your penis?"
To which he replied, "My penis makes me happy."
And how could I argue with that?
Comments
Good for you, little isis. Mine too ;)
Posted by: S. Rivlin | February 25, 2009 11:43 PM
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Yes, it really is that simple.
'Out of the mouth of babes' and the rest of that ol' saw...
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...tom...
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Posted by: ...tom... | February 26, 2009 1:20 AM
Nice to see he's learned and accepted one of life's fundamental truths at such a young age.
Posted by: tai haku | February 26, 2009 6:19 AM
Dr. Isis, that video is also a staple over here at Casa Rebecca. My two-year-old (who also enjoys his boy-parts) is at a similar stage of development. I've watched "Elmo's Potty Time" far too often, and thought far too hard about it, which led me to some important questions.
Also, I think that Elmo's dad's number is the best song in the whole program. The worst one is the big finale with all the cast members. Unfortunately, the finale is always what ends up getting stuck in my head.
Posted by: Rebecca | February 26, 2009 8:44 AM
I daresay every man can say that very same thing...
Posted by: Orac | February 26, 2009 9:01 AM
Hahaha! That's awesome.
Posted by: x-ine | February 26, 2009 9:07 AM
Penises should make people happy :).
Posted by: sandy | February 26, 2009 9:15 AM
After watching that video... I wish I hadn't..... not going to lie... made me a little uncomfortable! I guess I'm going to have to get over that before I have kids?
Posted by: Brittni | February 26, 2009 10:10 AM
Brittni,
I hope you know where babies come from. ;)
Posted by: S. Rivlin | February 26, 2009 11:13 AM
Brittni -
Not only do you need to get over it, you need to prepare for being peed on, vomited on and possibly pooed on. Not to mention the copious amounts of snot that will inevitably end up on your person.
What is truly remarkable, when the aforementioned affronts inevitably occur, you probably won't even care....
Posted by: DuWayne | February 26, 2009 12:18 PM
Anyone else really like the song but more than slightly creeped out by the way PapaElmo laughs at about 1:13?
Posted by: Becca | February 26, 2009 1:14 PM
Why is it that I don't buy that Mr. Isis believes this himself? And Little Isis is brilliant, you know. A discerning little tot.
Posted by: Juniper Shoemaker | February 26, 2009 1:56 PM
I'm a senior biology major so be assured I know where babies come from :) At this point in time I can't imagine not being being grossed out bodily fluids but I will take your word for it and pray that that's the case!
Posted by: Brittni | February 26, 2009 3:29 PM
Honestly, it's not something that most people could imagine not being grossed out by, but given what you (in particular) will go through producing said tiny person, the indignities that come after really aren't a big deal. And honestly, the time the eldest managed to poo on me (we were in the shower) it was really more funny than anything else. And being vomited on is more an inconvenience than anything - because it will probably never happen when you're at home, unless you're on your way out the door for something of uber-import. Otherwise it will only happen when you're out and about - usually when you're dressed nicely.
And never, never ever laugh at your partner in procreation when he gets weed on. Because the very next time you try to change a diaper, it will happen to you. Or even worse, the little darling will knock the convenient "cup" that blocks the wee from squirting outside the potty seat off and a fountain will go right at your cleavage. MWAHAHAHA!!!! Take that mocking momma!!!!
(Sorry, but that one came after she laughed and laughed about him managing to wet my crotch)
But seriously, trust me - it really won't matter. For you, the indignities that accompany the final weeks of pregnancy will cure you of it. For your partner in procreation, the indignities of running to get exactly what you demand at 2:00am, that require he run to four different stores in his jammies - begging someone to have fucking cheesecake, the right kind of pickles and strawberries that are just the perfect point in ripe - only to find you either asleep or pissed that he couldn't read your mind from afar and didn't bring the chocolate covered pretzels you were convinced he would figure out you wanted (or that you changed your mind about the pickles and wanted teh fucking bread and butter kind)...He'll be so happy the fucking kid's no longer in there, that he will be outright thrilled to be subjected to all the bodily fluids babies produce.
Posted by: DuWayne | February 26, 2009 5:23 PM
here in the uk we have little balls with faces that kids can pee on. sounds like little isis would be up for that. my dd couldn't be bothered
Posted by: perceval | February 26, 2009 5:40 PM
Oh, poo and vomit still make me insane (though my kids are over the poo stage and vomit only comes when their sick, which increases compassion).
But the pee and snot, nothing. My kids use my clothes as a tissue paper, and I encourage it. It's preferable to the use of hands & furniture. For a while, we didn't have a towel in the bathroom, so my kids would come to dry their hands off on me(but that was after washing their hands, not before). They liked this quite a bit.
Posted by: neurolover | February 26, 2009 6:03 PM
Yeah, nothing like a couple kids to completely cure one of aversions to all manner of bodily secretions. Pee, poop, vomit, snot, spit, blood, tears: had em all, have a few years more in store.
Great sticker story Isis. Stickers failed for us, so after the easy part of peeing in the potty, to get the boy to poop in there, we had to resort to out and out bribery. Putting a series of his favorite plastic animal figures on a windowsill, and telling him he could have after he pooped in the potty. So he could see them, and knew what they were for, but we didn't make a big deal about it, or bring it up unless he did. We didn't want any undue pressure.
At one part we had to up the ante from the initial two figures to 5, and promise to give him one just for sitting and trying to "squeeze your bum!"
But after the first time, it worked like a charm. Which was nice, because we were a little tired of him asking, "Do I have a diaper on?" and then running into the dark dining room, from whence the Grunts of Extreme Effort would emerge.
Posted by: Nat | February 27, 2009 11:45 AM
Haha, that's hilarious.
We are potty-training our 2-year old son now. Fortunately he has not been so creative yet.
Posted by: chkuo | February 27, 2009 11:13 PM