I can't deny that Trent has always liked to be naked. He found his "wiener" (as we call it in my house) fairly early on while in the bath. I remember the first time he discovered his manhood. I called my parents and shrieked, "He's yanking on his junk like he's going to pull it off!" My father, always the comedian, calmly replied, "That's normal, Tianna. He'll probably have his hand on it for the rest of his life." I was appalled realizing that my dad was probably right!
Now that Trent's older, he's figured out how to take his clothes off and he does so any chance he gets. After he finagles his pants down, I inevitably hear the sound of his diaper being ripped off as well. After he is as naked as the day he was born, he always looks so proud of himself as he does a jig and then proceeds to run around the family room like he has the puppy crazies. You know what I'm talking about....when dogs run around like mad for a few minutes for no explicable reason. Well, that's what Trent does. He LOVES being naked. He'll sit down on the cold tile floor, boy parts resting on the ground, and not even flinch. He takes his clothes off in the backyard and waves to the cars as they pass by. I cannot keep clothes on this child!
I've been told that all of this is a sign that he is ready to potty train. So, when he removes his clothes, I follow him around with his frog potty and every time it looks like he is going to pee, I tell him to sit on the potty. He does as he's told, always with a smile, pushes with everything he has, and then he jumps up and runs around (he has not been successful yet). Without fail, the second I tire from chasing him around with the potty and sit down, he pees on the floor, claps and says, "Pee pee!"
He definitely knows what the potty is for and what he is supposed to do on it. Last week, he took his pants off and began grunting. Fearing that I was going to find a big turd on the ground like has happened in the past, I ran to the sound of the grunting. (Side note, one time Trent did poop on the bathroom floor and right on to a Tiffany necklace of mine that he found, making it appear as if our dog pooped on a dog chain but nope, it was Trent. It was one of those moments that I had to take a picture of in case I need to blackmail him when he becomes a mouthy teenager). Anyhow, I found Trent on his frog potty pushing like he was being paid, only it was the one time that he had not removed his diaper. He did have a big poo in his diaper and he did his business while sitting on the toilet, so, I was proud nonetheless, especially considering that I haven't been pushing the potty training thing down his throat.
Apparently, my little brother Gabriel loved to run around naked too. I think it's cute but my husband is starting to think it's a bit excessive. My theory...let the kid run around in all his glory! Unless he grows up to live in a nudist colony (I'll keep my fingers crossed that this does not happen), when is he ever going to be able to get away with such behavior?!
So, I say.....Take it off and run, Trent, Run!!
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