Potty Training: Day 1

Lildonbro here, reporting live from Potty Training Central. We're two hours into potty training and have gotten the little one to sit on the potty 3-4 times. He's currently walking around without any pants on and has peed on the floor once, which left him looking both surprised and pleased with himself. The offender has received one ball from the Potty Prizes box and has been informed several times that to get more prizes he'll have to use the potty and actually leave behind pee or poop. He is put on the potty every 15 minutes thanks to a timer.

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I almost gave up as soon as I started. I've read and my sisters reminded me that the first day is the hardest. Day one is meeting that expectation so far. He fought me on sitting on the potty, he kept asking for a diaper. If it weren't for motivating texts from my sister he would be in a diaper right now.
My advice from my two hours of experience – have someone who's experienced this so they can help keep you motivated when you want to quit; explain (again) with visuals of the treats (or chart) that to earn those treats, they have to use the potty; if you've got a fighter, give him his first treat for being willing to sit on the potty (and then be prepared to hold your ground that he has to leave some kind of bio material to receive anymore).

We are doing the diaperless, training pantless, big boy underwearless approach. i.e. Little Man is naked from the waist down.

Stayed tuned for more updates about the Boy being put on kitty Prozac…just kidding…

Potty Talk

Tomorrow I will start potty training Stormy.  Am I nervous? Heck yeah.  I’ve never potty trained a toddler before.  I let Stormy go without a diaper once for not more than five minutes and found some poop on his bedroom floor.  But we’ve been reading potty books and working on the lingo.  He’s excited about his own potty (and has been for a long time).  And he tries to take his pants off

all.

the.

time.

He doesn’t care where we are.  He tells me when he has pooped, so maybe soon he’ll tell me when he has to poop.

Given that I know plenty of kids older than him who are not potty trained, I’m worried I’m doing this too soon.  So this may be the worst idea I’ve ever had (which will top the other two worst ideas I ever had that I happen to have had this week).  But – it could also work and I won’t have to change as many diapers, or fight a thirty pound toddler while trying to change a diaper.  Worst case – I’ll get new carpets.

Got milk?

I’m tall.  It’s taken me many, many years to get comfortable with being tall.  Short women seem to have it easy; they can find pants that are long enough, they can find cute shoes in their size, most men seem tall to them, etc. etc.

But there are times when being tall has it’s advantages and I’m not going to lie, most of them happen in the grocery store.  From the time I was a teen, I’ve learned to recognize that relieved look a shorter person would have when I started down an aisle.  As soon as I was close enough they’d ask me to get an item from the top shelf for them.  Or one close to the top but near the back of the shelf.

It’s been a while though, since I’ve used my height and arms for the good of myself or another in the grocery store.  So it was nice today, when I went shopping and came upon the milk.  All the milks I could see had an expiration date that wouldn’t get them through to the next time I needed to go to the store.  I almost decided to go without milk but then I noticed a rack of milk further back in the refrigerator.  If I stepped in just slightly, I would be able to reach a milk on the top shelf of that second rack.  So I did it! I got a milk with an expiration date that will get me through almost two weeks! I put the milk in my cart, feeling pretty good about my amazonian arms when I noticed an older gentlemen looking at me, it was clear he had just witnessed what I had done.  He asked if the date was better on those and I confirmed they were.  Then he asked if I would get him one too.  No problem!  I got him one and then we talked briefly about why this matters (neither of us use a lot of milk so it’s nice to have it last as long as possible).  I could tell he was awed by my ability and maybe by my refusal to accept the expiration date offered me.

This is my life now – changing diapers, medicating a cat, chasing a toddler, and fighting against the grocery man and his expiration dates…it’s a pretty good life.

 

The Kitty Life

Since Gertie was born, the cat's been peeing on the couch. As you can imagine, I'm not too happy. I cleaned the couch and have had to keep plastic covering on it, which is annoying. I tried several things, everything really, to keep him from peeing. Finally, a friend suggested taking him to the vet. Just to ensure it wasn't a bladder infection (of course I think he'd be peeing EVERYWHERE if that was the case) and to possibly put him on Prozac. I didn't want to do it for a few reasons – one was expense (because I'm a terrible person) and also I wasn't sure we couldn't stop the behavior with everything else. But one failure after the next and I was on the phone making an appointment. I took him at the end of last week. Grandma watched the kids while we were there. The car ride home was intense. A cat who hates traveling in the cat carrier, a tired baby, and a toddler who hates when his sister cries. I took a video to prove it. I was losing my mind but it was also funny. Diagnosis: kitty to be put on Prozac for 1.5 months to try to correct the problem. Will update soon.


(Sorry it's sideways) By the end of the trip I needed Prozac…

The Boy Who Cried Poop

On Sundays, Stormy goes to Nursery at church. He's gotten to the point where he is okay being there…once they pull out the snacks. But it's no secret that some days he just doesn't want to be there.

This past Sunday, he was clingy at first so I stayed in there and did a puzzle with him, but when they brought out snacks I was able to leave and my presence was not missed. An hour later, one of the nursery leaders brought him to Chewy and I and informed us that Stormy had said he had a poopy diaper (i.e. He said "poop" and tried to remove his clothes – since we are preparing for potty training it's good he is learning these things – I just prefer he didn't do it on public). However, he didn't have a poop, he figured out that when a kid has a stinky diaper they take that kid to their parents. So he used it to get out. Smart kid.

‘Tis the Season

….of high school graduations. This year has stood out to me a bit more than any other year since my own high school graduation. Apparently there are a lot of 17/18 year olds who mean a lot to me. Oh and I’m a sappy mom now (when did that happen?) 
So I’ve been thinking about these graduates, excited for them and desperately sad for their parents. These kids are getting ready to head out to college or the work force. Some have already left (I’m looking at my nephew), some leave in a few weeks and others will at least live up the summer at home. I remember when I first moved out to Utah, two weeks after high school graduation. I couldn’t wait to leave, I’ve always been independent and was excited at the idea of “adulthood”. What I didn’t realize as I loaded up my 1993 Hyundai Excel, was that we never return, not the same at least. It’s like that saying, “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” I first heard that when I was young and relatively unchanged so it hadn’t hit with the same impact as it does today – looking back.

Life changes you, for better or worse and when you come home it just doesn’t feel the same anymore. A college student is in a strange transitional period, kind of floating, not fully belonging anywhere. Growing up, we were always in a hurry.  Can’t wait until I’m a teenager, until I can drive, until I graduate high school, until college is finally over and I can be done with school forever. I’ve spent most of my life waiting for the next big milestone or accomplishment and not always enjoying the moment. I wish I had been more involved in high school and college, I wish I had taken advantage of more opportunities, rather than waiting for these times in my life to end. 

I thought about writing a post with advice to my recent graduates but first off, none of them read this blog. Secondly, advice is almost always wasted because until we understand why it was given we don’t appreciate it and by then we’ve already found our own way. (Kind of like when people warn you about credit cards at 18 and you realize all of it was right…as you still pay off your debt at 25 – and for the next decade). Not that any of this stops me from giving advice. It’s like I see that the generation before me was right and maybe, just maybe the next generation will listen. 

Bu instead, I’m going to be selfish. It’s only a short 16 years until my first baby will be graduating high school and I don’t want to find myself back here, wishing I had more fully enjoyed those 16 years. 

Dear Future Me,
Enjoy the sleep deprivation, that’s not sarcastic by the way.  I already miss the early morning hours with Stormy, just the two of us, both crying and nodding off to sleep. Keep that in mind as you jump out of bed at 2 am to a screaming Gertie. They won’t always want or allow you to cuddle them in the wee hours (and especially not the daylight hours).  And holding the baby may bring you close to complete muscle failure, but they’ll never be this small again or want to be near you quite this much. 

Don’t give up. You can tell them, ask them, show them, a million times to do something and sometimes it feels like a waste of time-but one day they’re going to do it and that makes it all worth it. Like the first time Stormy folded his arms for a prayer or when he finally started saying the words I’d been repeating for a year. 

Enjoy the mess! You’ll forget how tired you were each night as you picked up Matchbox cars and crayons or find Cheerios…in every place imaginable. One day your house will be immaculate…but it will also be empty. 

Don’t stop having fun! Right now you’re Stormy’s best friend.  You have dance parties together, wrestling matches, you let him help you in the kitchen.  Things are going to change as the kids get older, but don’t forget to still have fun with them. 

And lastly, it’s okay to be sad when they turn 18 and head out into the real world, because they’ve been your world. Aaaaaand it’s also okay to hope they cry too when they leave. 

Postpartum Body

Something I was not oblivious to with this pregnancy was the fact that your body doesn’t just spring back to the way it was before you got pregnant. I wasn’t necessarily oblivious last pregnancy either but I did think the weight would “melt away”…probably because people TOLD ME IT WOULD. 

A month after Stormy was born, my sweet, young nephew saw my belly and asked, “are you having another baby?”  …you can imagine how that made me feel. 

Sometimes I think it’s a miracle not EVERY woman suffers postpartum depression – the body change alone is enough to send me spiraling into depression, add to that honest children (oh and sleep derivation and adjusting hormones). But I digress. 

This time around, I gained less weight, but I still gained. Last Sunday my niece (who is about eye level with my gut) came into the room, stared at my stomach with wide, excited eyes and then suddenly her face fell a little and she said, “oh, I forgot that’s left over tummy”.  To which I said, “yes it is and I’ll be sure to point yours out to you when you have a kid.”  She’s five…and I have the maturity of a five year old.