You’re A Big Boy Now

People keep saying You’re A Big Boy Now to Little MPB.  Usually that sentence is followed with something like

…so you don’t need your soother any more.

…so you can start using the toilet now.

…so you shouldn’t throw your food at dinner time because big boys don’t throw food.

Heck, I’ll admit, I’ve said these things too.  Probably because it just comes naturally to use this language.

And, it’s always just sort of annoyed me to hear encouragement based on the language of becoming a big boy.  It doesn’t make me angry, and I definitely I don’t hate people who use this terminology.  Rather, it just gets under my skin and irks me.

But, I think I’ve finally figured out why it irks me so.

I realize my baby boy is growing up.  He’s a full blown toddler now, with toddler sized temper tantrums and everything. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not that naïve,  I get that is not a baby anymore and I get that he should not be a baby forever.

But, seriously, he’s not even 2 years old.  He’s still just a little kid – he hopefully has another 80+ years of life ahead of him.

My problem with this language is that we are we all rushing to make him grow up.  By using this language, we are already subtly making it known that he should stop being a 2 year old and start maturing beyond his months/years.  Why are we, as in society (I suspect this language is widely used beyond just my family and friends), already socializing him to believe he needs to grow up?  Why cant we just embrace him for being a messy toddler, who doesn’t know how to use the toilet yet?

I don’t have the answer to the we question, but I do know that I’m going to find a new way to encourage more desirable behaviours that doesn’t include encouraging him to be a big boy.

I want him to enjoy the innocence of childhood as long as possible!

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So, remember how we took away Little MPB’s soother?  I’ve been waiting on edge for a horrible night, but we still haven’t had one.  He continues to sleep through the night, which is pretty amazing.

And, more surprisingly, instead of the horrible sleepless nights I’ve been expecting, he has developed 2 new habits.  Thankfully, these habits are completely adorable!

First, he now wakes up talking to himself.  Before he had a literal plug in his mouth so he never woke up talking, he’d wake up and cry for us or cry for the soother that had fallen out of his crib.  And sometimes he’d wake up and just play contently in his crib – we adults liked those mornings.  Now, we lie in bed listening to his conversations with himself.  Seriously, they are adorable!  Or at least, what we can hear is adorable.  Sometimes we still hear about Marshall.  Sometimes he has adorable little conversations with his stuffed animals.  And sometimes we have absolutely no idea what he is saying, but the gibberish is still plenty cute.

Second, every morning after we lift him out of his crib, he begins searching his room for a soother.  He’s not upset, he’s just searching.  He get’s down on his hands and knees, looks under his crib, just incase one fell out of his crib at night.  When he doesn’t find one he turns to me and says All Gone!  I simply say Yup, all gone.  And then he looks again, just to be sure and re-states All Gone! while nodding his head.  He then proceeds with his regular morning antics.

I have to say, I’m thrilled with these adorable little developments that are a direct result of getting ride of the soother!  They are SO much better then all the horrible things I assumed we’d encounter.

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