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July 15, 2004

I'm a Big Boy!

The last two days have been a real turning point at the Shepker household.

Yesterday evening, after much cajoling and begging, Noah pooped in the potty. It wasn't much, be he did. Misty and I made a huge deal about it. We figured that if he saw us this happy, he would keep doing it.

When we went to daycare this morning, we told Lynette what he had done and I made sure to ask him to poop in the potty there today. When I went to pick him up, I found out that he pooped in his pants again.

After we got home from Tae Kwon Do, we were sitting in the kitchen and he looked at me and told me that he had to go. That hadn't met anything in the past, but I asked him if he wanted to go to the bathroom.

He said yes!

And he proceeded to go. It amazed me how much a pretty disgusting bodily function could make me so happy.

Once he was done, he started jumping up and down and yelling that he was a big boy. I agreed with him.

It is a start. I really hope he keeps it up.

July 14, 2004

Good Shooting, Tex

Noah is a child of the millennium. This is a huge statement. All in that statement, it says a lot about all the things that he will never know about. He will never know what life was like with record albums or cassette tapes.

I got to thinking about this when we were walking through a store and saw a cap gun. I didn't even know that they made them anymore.

Kids today are supposed to be sanitized of anything like that. When I was Noah's age, I was playing Cowboys & Indians or Cops & Robbers with kids in the neighborhood. If Noah even suggested that today, I am sure that every parent in the neighborhood would be calling me and telling me that I am racist or teaching my child violence.

So, being the wise and politically correct parent that I am, I bought him the cap gun. And an extra 1000 caps. I wanted to make sure that we were going to be able to keep shooting them for a while.

As soon as we got home, we got it out and I showed him how it works. He was very excited by the little flash and the puff of smoke. He shot around 250 of them that day before he got tired of it.

Now, we must have done a pretty good job insulating him from violence, because he really had no idea that it was a gun. I had to show him that he needed to point it away from him before he pulled the trigger.

I also took the initiative of teaching him some of the gun safety that my dad started teaching me, with a cap gun, when I was about Noah's age. Things like never pointing it at anyone. Real or not, it is still a gun.

He had fun with it, so my mission was accomplished.

Now I really need to go find a record player and some records.

July 13, 2004

What A Rush

Noah has this habit of coming in to our room at late at night. Sometimes its after he wakes up from a bad dream. Other times, I think he just wants to make sure that we are there. When he does come in, he brings all of the stuffed animals that he happens to have in bed within his reach at the time.

Last night, he came in around 3:00. He was pretty quiet and it took me a little while for me to wake up and realize that he was there. During the process of getting him back to his room, I must have dropped one of the stuffed animals that he brought in with him. Once I got him in to bed, I figured that it was late enough that he wouldn't remember that he had that stuffed animal with him.

Once I tucked him back in, I walked back to our bedroom and headed straight to the bathroom. After I was done, I walked around the corner from the bathroom and into our bedroom. I didn't have my glasses on and it was overcast last night, so it was really dark in our room. I saw a silhouette in the door.

Of course, in my sleep muddled mind, the silhouette looked much larger than it was.

It scared the hell out of me.

I don't know if you remember the physiological reaction that occurs when you are frightened, but it is a response called fight or flight. You heart rate goes up. Your adrenal gland dumps a bunch of adrenaline into your blood stream. Your blood pressure sky rockets.

Supposedly, your mind works much better when all of this is occurring. Here are some of the things that were going through my mind...

"Roundhouse kick?"
"Nope. I haven't stretched out."
"Snap kick?"
"Hmmm... Probably wouldn't do much unless I hit him in the goodies."
"Double punch. Side block. Side block. Down block..."
"Yeah, that's going to work."
"Hey... Misty isn't in bed. This bad guy standing in the door must have gotten her."
"Wait a second... That bad guy has two heads."

All of this went through my head in the matter of a second or so. What came out of my mouth was even less intelligent:

"What'r you doing?"

The response from this big, bad person in the door was simple.

"Noah was looking for Nemo."

At that point, I kind of sagged to the side and managed to stay standing by holding on to the foot board of our bed. Back to our biology lesson. After fight or flight, the body isn't left in the greatest of states. My whole body was shaking and my heart was pounding. And I was wide awake.

I really hope that Noah stays in bed tonight, because I don't think my heart can handle a rush like that one again.