Poo poo NOW!

With the warmer weather finally approaching, we have started taking walks around the neighborhood with Owen. As he's getting older, he is less interested in being in his stroller, and much prefers to walk on the sidewalk "by himself". Well, the idea of a 23 month old strolling down a bustling Manhattan street gives Jack and I a heart attack, so we have established a "rule" where he must hold our hand when he's on the sidewalk.

Of course, our Mr. Independent does not like this, and often fights us on it... but this is a battle that Mom and Dad feel strongly about and always win...

That is until our Mr. Independent also showed his skills as Mr. Crafty... when Owen has to poop, he goes into full on squatting position where he remains until he's finished "his business"... wanting to make that whole thing a positive experience, we always tell him he's doing a great job, and he's smart enough to know we would never come between him and his poop. So he recently figured out that if we were walking along the sidewalk, and he had to poop, he could squat and we'd let go of his hand so he could do "his business." So with the wit and smarts of someone going on 13, he's now used this against us...

Now when we walk down the street, he will stop no less than 10 times in one block to squat, let go of our hands, and once he is free of our grips, he quickly jumps up and scurries off down the sidewalk...

When we finally catch up to him and tell him he has to hold our hand, he again instantly drops into a squat position, and looks up at us saying, "No Daddy, poo poo NOW!"

Oh the adventures of the terrible 2's begin...