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.

‘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. 

The Sweetest Things

A lot has happened since I last posted.

Stormy turned one year old two weeks ago! I can’t believe it’s been a year. I’m finally sleeping through the night (mostly) again.  We celebrated his birthday on Memorial Day with a cookout in the park. Chewy and I both have large families so we figured that would be easiest.  I decided several weeks ago that I wanted to make a monkey cake for stormy, since we’ve always considered him our little monkey. I was nervous, because the only other cake I’ve ever done was a puppy paw for my sister’s birthday and that was just a round cake with four cupcakes up top.

When I started I was even more nervous because it didn’t seem like it would look anything like the picture from the pan.

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But slowly it started to look more like a monkey. #momgoals

It was humid, as is the norm here, but the temperature was good and the rain held off. Have I mentioned it’s rained most of the past month? Seriously it’s only been sunny and handful of days and Monday was not one of them.

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The adults and teenagers under the park pavilion.  All others on the playground.

 

 

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He was a little weirded out by everyone singing “Happy Birthday” to him.

We decided to give stormy sugar for the first time, Chewy and I are so prideful and stubborn that the more my family complained that we were waiting for a year to give him sugar, the longer we wanted to wait.  Seriously, babies don’t need sugar (well- no one does really but especially not babies). To our relief, he has no interest so far.

He had more interest in the plate the cake was on.  I even tried to give him a sugar cookie that my dad made. He promptly removed it from his mouth. I’m okay with that. He has his whole life to eat grandpa’s sugar cookies.
We waited to open his present until we got home. He was too distracted at the park but once we got home he kept going for the present.

We had the doctor on Tuesday for his one year appointment. Apparently it’s pretty impressive that I am still nursing Stormy…I personally like nursing a lot more than I thought, but I have started weaning because I will not be one of those ladies nursing a five year old. Stormy’s gotta grow up sometime.

Anyway, so Stormy has always been very good at the doctors. He is curious and watches what everyone is doing and sometimes the doctor lets him play with the doctor stuff for a second–but that wasn’t the case on Tuesday. The moment we put him down to be measured he flipped out. I guess it’s normal for them to start to develop apprehension. Doesn’t help that they pricked his finger later and then shot him four times in the legs.

By the end of that week both Chewy and Stormy had a stomach bug…I will only say that I am so glad all of that is over.  I don’t really like being thrown up on and my brain seriously didn’t know how to process that!  I think I’ve got it down now…but I’m not looking forward to that happening again.

So that’s the update.  Happy Birthday to my handsome little dude.  Can’t wait to see what year 2 brings!