The Boy really likes these new Army truck stickers he got in the mail, but I just realized he is destined to be a sailor. Poor guy is a walking
TDU. He's had this poop issue for at least nine months. He just doesn't want to let it go. At first we thought he was pushing really hard and then we realized that he was up on his toes because he was holding it in. It has gotten progressively worse. At first he'd stop playing (for days) and stand by a door or window, hold on for dear life, and squeeze everything closed. For a while we bribed him with
Blue's Clues. He was allowed to watch an episode if he pooped. Then he was like one of
Pavlov's dogs. The moment he saw Steve...
Recently he's turned into a mob boss... he always has his back to a wall with his eye on the door. It is kind of our fault. We got this brilliant idea that if we sneak up behind him, put him on the ground, and push his knees to his shoulders we'd help him "release." Hence the TDU. It works great... like a torpedo. Then again, he's always looking over his shoulder to see if we're sneaking up on him. Here he is in March before it got bad - yeah, he's carrying my purse. That's for another posting.
