My son and I had the following conversation 5 minutes ago. I am not proud of it, but my patience and nonchalant attitude about cleaning an almost four year old bottom is wearing thin...
Scene: Me walking into his bedroom as he is changing from his underwear into a pull-up to poop.
Me: Weston, why don't we just TRY to do it on the potty.
W: I don't want to.
(I dislike bribing, but in the case of potty training the same child for two years, I cut right to the chase in a moment of weakness)
Me: I will give you a really yummy treat if you poop in the potty just once. (I know if he just does it once, we are well on our way to this not being a big deal)
W: What kind of treat?
Me: We can go to the store and get a special one. C'mon, let's just sit and try and then you can always put your pull-up on and go.
W: (inching toward the bathroom) What kind of treat at the store?
Me: How about a cupcake?
W: (struggling, but thinking) Nah, I don't want to
Me: Weston, I will get you a cupcake the size of your face. A chocolate one. Let's just try.
W: (now scrunching his face and squeezing his little butt cheeks together) No.
Me: It will have LOTS of frosting.
W: Maybe next time.
Me: What about those animal pillows at the grocery store you've been wanting? We can get one of those too!
W: (struggling because he really needs to poop now and he REALLY loves those pillows at the Schnucks pharmacy) I don't want to!
Me: (defeated) Okay, go put on your pull-up.
W: Maybe next time Mom
Coming out of his room...
W: Mom, I know! We'll just get one of those animal pillows for Christmas!
Me: Weston, Christmas is 10 months away, you could have a pillow much faster if you would just poop in the potty.
W: No, that's okay, I'll just wait 'til Christmas.
Great. Mind you there is STILL a large bull collecting dust on top of our hutch that he will probably outgrow before we get it down. I'm pretty sure high schoolers exceed the weight limit. I know, I know..."He'll get there. Every kid does it in his own time. They don't go to Kindergarten in diapers. He'll do it when he's ready." I think these statements will be more encouraging when I have one successful potty training experience under my belt. And with a kid who is willing to wait 300 days for a toy, we may have a while!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Pajama Pancake Party
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Two Years Down For Lily Louise
Lily, Lily, Lily. When I think of you, here at the age of two, I find that there aren't words and sentences that can really describe you. You are just this unique ball of a variety of awesomeness that rolls very quickly. Here are some phrases that others have said about you just in the past two weeks...you do tend to leave an impression with people.
"What a character!"
"She is something else!"
"What a happy girl!"
"She is so fun!"
"She's a trip!"
"Lily clawed ______'s face today."
"She is FUNNY!"
"She was all over the place"
"What an active girl"
"She really holds her own"
No one can make me laugh and drive me absolutely nuts at the same time like you, my sweet child. You are crazy, fearless, relentless, nonstop and sweet, gentle-ish, snuggly, hilarious, so scary smart. Only you could get an 8 inch knife out of a drawer with no help and no stool in a matter of 12 seconds and throw it down a flight of stairs without sending yourself or loved ones to the ER. You're amazing. And I'm pretty sure that the Lord has an entire BRIGADE of angels watching over you.
You are still in the third percentile for size, but you can run so fast with arms pumping and you've even learned to gallop and do somersaults in the last 6 months. You love to climb and stools are now locked up. I love watching you problem solve...which 90% of the time results in an intervention, but you definitely adhere to "where there's a will, there's a way".
As usual, I get a tad weepy when birthdays come. Where does the time go? I grasp for it, trying to catch it, slow it. And here you are two...
You've been quite the Momma lately, so we gave you a new baby with a paci, a stroller and a diaper bag to accompany. You took right to it...
Getting a lesson in stroller safety...
We all went to Red Robin where you enjoyed a corn dog the size of your face...
And apple juice full strength...
And, of course, some singing and ice cream sundae...
Your brother didn't mind tagging along one bit and was a really great sport about you being the birthday girl...
Happy Birthday spunky, sassy girl! We're so proud of you!
"What a character!"
"She is something else!"
"What a happy girl!"
"She is so fun!"
"She's a trip!"
"Lily clawed ______'s face today."
"She is FUNNY!"
"She was all over the place"
"What an active girl"
"She really holds her own"
No one can make me laugh and drive me absolutely nuts at the same time like you, my sweet child. You are crazy, fearless, relentless, nonstop and sweet, gentle-ish, snuggly, hilarious, so scary smart. Only you could get an 8 inch knife out of a drawer with no help and no stool in a matter of 12 seconds and throw it down a flight of stairs without sending yourself or loved ones to the ER. You're amazing. And I'm pretty sure that the Lord has an entire BRIGADE of angels watching over you.
You are still in the third percentile for size, but you can run so fast with arms pumping and you've even learned to gallop and do somersaults in the last 6 months. You love to climb and stools are now locked up. I love watching you problem solve...which 90% of the time results in an intervention, but you definitely adhere to "where there's a will, there's a way".
As usual, I get a tad weepy when birthdays come. Where does the time go? I grasp for it, trying to catch it, slow it. And here you are two...
You've been quite the Momma lately, so we gave you a new baby with a paci, a stroller and a diaper bag to accompany. You took right to it...
Getting a lesson in stroller safety...
We all went to Red Robin where you enjoyed a corn dog the size of your face...
And apple juice full strength...
And, of course, some singing and ice cream sundae...
Your brother didn't mind tagging along one bit and was a really great sport about you being the birthday girl...
Happy Birthday spunky, sassy girl! We're so proud of you!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
And I Quote...Lily Edition
Little Miss is beginning to have a few things to say. It's funny to see how her first language kind of reflects her sassy personality. Here are some of her favorite phrases as of late...
"Stop it"
"Have it"
"No. No. No. No. No. Nooo." (Said with her tiny index finger out and repositioning that finger with each "no")
"Uhhhh...No tank you"
"Cheat pease" = treat please
"Where ____ doe?" = Where did _____ go?
"Iowno" = I don't know
"Toming Mama" = Coming Mama (sometimes I call for her just so I can hear her say it)
"One? One? Two?" = pleading for a vitamin or treat. She knows she can only have one, but at least gives two a shot
"Toffee, otay?" = Coffee, okay? Patting us on the face and trying to get us out of bed since requesting her own breakfast doesn't provide fast enough results
"Shhhh...______ seeping." = shushing us if someone is sleeping
"No like it"
"Cuuuuuuth" = becauuuuuse, when asked why she was in time-out
"No Weton" = No Weston
She has a little lisp and I must say it's pretty cute. Yeth, it is.
Stay tuned. This crazy girl turns two tomorrow and pictures WILL be taken. But for now, I'm going to bed because she's already been up three times and I'm pretty sure sleep will be minimal this evening :)
"Stop it"
"Have it"
"No. No. No. No. No. Nooo." (Said with her tiny index finger out and repositioning that finger with each "no")
"Uhhhh...No tank you"
"Cheat pease" = treat please
"Where ____ doe?" = Where did _____ go?
"Iowno" = I don't know
"Toming Mama" = Coming Mama (sometimes I call for her just so I can hear her say it)
"One? One? Two?" = pleading for a vitamin or treat. She knows she can only have one, but at least gives two a shot
"Toffee, otay?" = Coffee, okay? Patting us on the face and trying to get us out of bed since requesting her own breakfast doesn't provide fast enough results
"Shhhh...______ seeping." = shushing us if someone is sleeping
"No like it"
"Cuuuuuuth" = becauuuuuse, when asked why she was in time-out
"No Weton" = No Weston
She has a little lisp and I must say it's pretty cute. Yeth, it is.
Stay tuned. This crazy girl turns two tomorrow and pictures WILL be taken. But for now, I'm going to bed because she's already been up three times and I'm pretty sure sleep will be minimal this evening :)
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