Bowel Control

"Until they can control their bowels, there's no reasoning with them." - Bella S.

My son was running around like a sweaty lunatic at a birthday party, in a bowling alley, with a balloon tied around his waist. He was being a total hillbilly, rolling around on the floor and growling at the dinosaur decorations. He wasn't the least bit concerned about what a fool he was acting, or what other people thought, or what the other kids were doing. Well, except his newest cousin, baby E. That person was not allowed in his mamaw's arms.

And for once, instead of going into a blind, rigid panic and scrambling to keep him silent and stationary, I relaxed and just let him go. He was just being a little boy at his cousin's birthday party,  having a great time with the other kids and surrounded by people who love him and encourage the ornery nature of little people.

I get frustrated with him when he is grouchy, or doesn't listen to me, or won't take a nap. But then- thanks to Bella- I remember that he still shits himself, so it's to be expected.

He is a simple thing, and I love him for it.