The Dirty Work

Originally posted 2/20/09


I feel like I didn’t see Ian at all this week.
I’ve been extremely busy. I dropped one of my classes and cut back on the amount of hours I work, so it’s going to be a little easier. Though I won’t have any money for a while.

Ian has officially morphed into a little boy. His face has filled out, he’s tall, and he has gotten a lot more coordinated and dexterous.
He is probably the cutest boy in Oklahoma.
But don’t tell him that because according to him little boys aren’t cute or pretty, they’re handsome.
It makes me a little sad when I think about how quickly he is growing. But then he called me the other day just to tell me that he wiped his own butt.
It was pretty awesome.

“Hello.”
“Daddy, I wiped my own butt today, all by myself.”

It was the best and most exciting news I have heard in a long time.
He has been “wiping” on his own for a while, but he has been incapable of doing it sufficiently, so I still have to do the dirty work. When he is with me he doesn’t even try to do it on his own, he just yells for me to come and do it for him. So, the fact that he did it, and that he is aware he needs to start doing it on his own every time is a huge step.

I realize this may not be the most pleasant topic, but I agreed to be completely honest about raising Ian, and that includes the less glamorous (aka poopie) stuff.
And poop is all my week consisted of.
In the end - pun intended - it doesn’t matter if he wipes his own butt now or later, because I’ll be doing it for him metaphorically for the rest of my life.

Regardless of whether he asks me to or not.