Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Stop the presses
We are on night three of wearing underware to bed. Nights one and two went perfectly, but please, think dry thoughts for me.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Potty Mouths
I honestly do no know where they get it. Lately I have been mortified at the words coming out of my precious babies mouths. Constantly. At breakfast. At lunch. At dinner. At play. It's starting to worry me, bug me, embarrass me.
Here they are sweetly, innocently building pirate ships. So adorable...and moments later I hear...
"This is my Pee Pee, Poo Poo, pirate ship"
We are in the kitchen making one of the cakes I'm going to need for this weekend, and I'm telling them "put this one cup of flour in" and in response I get. "One cup of Poop" followed by fits of boy giggles.
We sing (to the tune of No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed):
No more poopers pooping on the bed
No more poopers pooping on the bed
that is what the pooper said.
at meals...
Talk of poop and pee has now been banned from the table.
Intellectually I understand that is a good thing. They are working on potty training and it is only natural to explore through language the things they are trying to master. We are making progress (except for today) and they are mastering using the toilet at school. Evan is so proud of himself that he can go all by himself. Ryan still prefers to have help. However Ryan is pooping on the potty 99% of the time. Evan prefers pooping in his underwear. But pee, really, except for today, they are telling me 99% of the time. Although I never thought we'd get there, we are making progress. Can I get a Hallelujah!
But seriously, I am over conversations like this:
Evan: "Ryan, are you a pooper?"
Ryan: "No, I'm a pee pee puppy."
Evan: "Poopy, poop, poop, poop"
Ryan: "Pee, pee, puppy, pee, pee, pee"
Evan: giggles
Ryan: giggles
Me: Rolls eyes, shakes head, secretly smiles.
Here they are sweetly, innocently building pirate ships. So adorable...and moments later I hear...
"This is my Pee Pee, Poo Poo, pirate ship"
We are in the kitchen making one of the cakes I'm going to need for this weekend, and I'm telling them "put this one cup of flour in" and in response I get. "One cup of Poop" followed by fits of boy giggles.
We sing (to the tune of No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed):
No more poopers pooping on the bed
No more poopers pooping on the bed
that is what the pooper said.
at meals...
Talk of poop and pee has now been banned from the table.
Intellectually I understand that is a good thing. They are working on potty training and it is only natural to explore through language the things they are trying to master. We are making progress (except for today) and they are mastering using the toilet at school. Evan is so proud of himself that he can go all by himself. Ryan still prefers to have help. However Ryan is pooping on the potty 99% of the time. Evan prefers pooping in his underwear. But pee, really, except for today, they are telling me 99% of the time. Although I never thought we'd get there, we are making progress. Can I get a Hallelujah!
But seriously, I am over conversations like this:
Evan: "Ryan, are you a pooper?"
Ryan: "No, I'm a pee pee puppy."
Evan: "Poopy, poop, poop, poop"
Ryan: "Pee, pee, puppy, pee, pee, pee"
Evan: giggles
Ryan: giggles
Me: Rolls eyes, shakes head, secretly smiles.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
A Mash-up of thoughts from the week.
I've been composing posts in my mind all week, and well, I just haven't been able to put them down. It could be all the rain. Having little kids when the sky is opening up and dumping, inches and inches of rain everyday can be draining. Ryan looked out the window the other night and said, "Mommy, your Croc looks like a boat."
One of the highlights of my week occurred while walking hand and hand with the boys, we were on our way to the car, and I thought out loud. "oh, my, it is a very blustery day!" Ever quick with the reply, Ryan said to me, "Why yes it is Piglet." I have no idea the last time I read that story to the boys but Ryan seems to remember everything. He also spent the rest of the day calling me Piglet, Evan Tigger, and Scott Eeyore.
We've been reading The Hobbit, and the other day I over heard Ryan call Evan "My Precious"
On Friday we went to the Opthamologist for yet another check up. Because of the boys ROP we have been going to the Opthamologist since the boys were released from the NICU. Our last visit a couple of months ago we were told to start patching Ryan's right eye, for two hours a day. The news this visit was that his eyes have improved, and the patching is working.
I totally forgot why I was mentioning the Eye Doctor...But, since we now see our Opthamologist at the hospital instead of the clinic, (it's a day of the week thing) we found ourselves down in Hillcrest, at lunchtime.
During the time the boys were in the hospital we became very intimately familiar with all of the places to eat around the hospital. During the week I ate mostly in the cafeteria or at the Bean Shack across the street. I could get there fast, eat quickly and be back bed side in less than twenty minutes. On the weekends, Scott and I would venture out a little farther. Back in the day, Phil's was nearby and we would go there or we would go to Bronx Pizza.
Friday the boys and I went to Bronx Pizza. And I was reminded that sometimes people can surprise you. Ryan and Evan ate their pizza and then I started taking turns holding up the boys so they could watch the "pizza guys" make the the pizzas and throw them into the air. Then, in the middle of lunch rush, one of the guys started introducing everyone to Ryan and Evan, then, Manny brought over a half thrown crust over for the boys to try stretching, Evan got a little shy and only briefly touched the dough, but Ryan, my little Top Chef, took it and started playing with it. Out we walked to the car with a huge circle of dough draped across his two little hands. (and if you've ever tried to get a kid into a car seat while he's holding a pizza crust, well, lets just say, not for an amateur.)
And here is where I become a crazy person. At four o'clock I decided that we HAD to have a fresh loaf of bread to go with our pasta. While I whipped up dinner, and a loaf of bread, the boys did this with their pizza crust.
When they were done, they looked like this. Seriously, Manny did not look like this.
I'm also pretty certain that Manny wasn't having as much fun as these two. They were laughing and pretending to be Tony the pizza guy (from Curious George). There was dough flying everywhere. There was flour, well, you can see, all over.
Dinner was a wee bit later than usual, but I was really pleased with myself. Instead of discouraging the dough playing, because it was almost dinnertime. I just went with it, and they played and were so happy for more than an hour. Yes, I had to clean up a ton of flour before I could serve dinner, and yes, I'm sure there are dough pieces being ground into my rug, but the boys had a great time.
Those guys at Bronx Pizza, thanks, my boys had a great time, and it really didn't cost you much but a little time and dough. Now instead of asking to go to Pizza Port, they want to go to Bronx Pizza! (Great PR guys!) Ryan has also told me that when he "gets bigger he wants to make pizza dough all by himself."
Oh, and finally, I thought this was too adorable for words.
Oh, and how could I have almost forgotten this momentous event. Right after dinner on Friday Ryan told me he had to go potty. He sat down and nothing came out, I asked him if he had to poop and he denied in a way that made me keep him there. Sure enough a couple of seconds later! Poop! In the Potty! And, theoretically, he did say he had to go even if he didn't go right away, there was some awareness there right? Means something right? Just humor me here. Please.
One of the highlights of my week occurred while walking hand and hand with the boys, we were on our way to the car, and I thought out loud. "oh, my, it is a very blustery day!" Ever quick with the reply, Ryan said to me, "Why yes it is Piglet." I have no idea the last time I read that story to the boys but Ryan seems to remember everything. He also spent the rest of the day calling me Piglet, Evan Tigger, and Scott Eeyore.
We've been reading The Hobbit, and the other day I over heard Ryan call Evan "My Precious"
On Friday we went to the Opthamologist for yet another check up. Because of the boys ROP we have been going to the Opthamologist since the boys were released from the NICU. Our last visit a couple of months ago we were told to start patching Ryan's right eye, for two hours a day. The news this visit was that his eyes have improved, and the patching is working.
I totally forgot why I was mentioning the Eye Doctor...But, since we now see our Opthamologist at the hospital instead of the clinic, (it's a day of the week thing) we found ourselves down in Hillcrest, at lunchtime.
During the time the boys were in the hospital we became very intimately familiar with all of the places to eat around the hospital. During the week I ate mostly in the cafeteria or at the Bean Shack across the street. I could get there fast, eat quickly and be back bed side in less than twenty minutes. On the weekends, Scott and I would venture out a little farther. Back in the day, Phil's was nearby and we would go there or we would go to Bronx Pizza.
Friday the boys and I went to Bronx Pizza. And I was reminded that sometimes people can surprise you. Ryan and Evan ate their pizza and then I started taking turns holding up the boys so they could watch the "pizza guys" make the the pizzas and throw them into the air. Then, in the middle of lunch rush, one of the guys started introducing everyone to Ryan and Evan, then, Manny brought over a half thrown crust over for the boys to try stretching, Evan got a little shy and only briefly touched the dough, but Ryan, my little Top Chef, took it and started playing with it. Out we walked to the car with a huge circle of dough draped across his two little hands. (and if you've ever tried to get a kid into a car seat while he's holding a pizza crust, well, lets just say, not for an amateur.)
And here is where I become a crazy person. At four o'clock I decided that we HAD to have a fresh loaf of bread to go with our pasta. While I whipped up dinner, and a loaf of bread, the boys did this with their pizza crust.
When they were done, they looked like this. Seriously, Manny did not look like this.
I'm also pretty certain that Manny wasn't having as much fun as these two. They were laughing and pretending to be Tony the pizza guy (from Curious George). There was dough flying everywhere. There was flour, well, you can see, all over.
Dinner was a wee bit later than usual, but I was really pleased with myself. Instead of discouraging the dough playing, because it was almost dinnertime. I just went with it, and they played and were so happy for more than an hour. Yes, I had to clean up a ton of flour before I could serve dinner, and yes, I'm sure there are dough pieces being ground into my rug, but the boys had a great time.
Those guys at Bronx Pizza, thanks, my boys had a great time, and it really didn't cost you much but a little time and dough. Now instead of asking to go to Pizza Port, they want to go to Bronx Pizza! (Great PR guys!) Ryan has also told me that when he "gets bigger he wants to make pizza dough all by himself."
Oh, and finally, I thought this was too adorable for words.
Oh, and how could I have almost forgotten this momentous event. Right after dinner on Friday Ryan told me he had to go potty. He sat down and nothing came out, I asked him if he had to poop and he denied in a way that made me keep him there. Sure enough a couple of seconds later! Poop! In the Potty! And, theoretically, he did say he had to go even if he didn't go right away, there was some awareness there right? Means something right? Just humor me here. Please.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Potty Training, part -oh heck I've lost count.
So, I've been peer pressured into trying underwear with the boys. My friend Lindsay has had her boys in underwear for a little bit and she has seen a great improvement on the old potty training front.
As we are nearly four, and still show no interest in taking ourselves, or even acknowledging the fact that we have to use the restroom, I decided, what the heck.
Let me get something clear before I go on. The boys wake up dry overnight. They wake up dry from naps. They do not generally go in their pants at school. They will go to the bathroom if I put them there. They have great bladder control, they are ready to be TOTALLY potty trained.
They each REFUSE to tell me they have to use the bathroom.
The last couple of days we have been experimenting with underwear. Yesterday was good. They both wore undies all day, and only had one accident each. POOP. Yep, stayed dry, but poop is a totally different story. No one told me they had to pee, but they stayed dry. Both boys told me AFTER that they had gone poop. (and they were clearly uncomfortable with that development)
Today, I woke up and felt brave again. Although we were going to run some errands, and we ALL know my aversion to public restrooms, I covered up those cute little bums (and golly they are cute in undies) with underwear for our few quick errands.
We needed to go to Target (for a potty seat to possibly help with the going on their own aspect of this potty training thing)
We had to stop at Blockbuster (because I NEEDed the next disc in Season Three of Battlestar Galactica)
And we had to go to the store (because I NEEDed to get some yummy ingredients to put in to bread. I would have done a Baking 101, part III however I've managed to eat nearly all of two loaves of bread that I baked YESTERDAY morning, and I didn't take any pictures. BTW, Ryan insisted on helping me and he did an amazing job pouring stuff into the mixer, and punching down the dough. He ALSO helped wash the dishes!)
We left the house at 9:30. Both boys went to the bathroom BEFORE we left. We also had a very serious discussion about wearing underwear and how it was VERY, VERY important that they let me know if they had to go potty BEFORE they went in their pants. And I suppose I should have thought this through better considering I did not have a change of clothes with me...oops, won't do that again.
First stop Target. We made it though there fairly quickly and then went on to Blockbuster. It was meant to be a run in, pick up DVD, (I know exactly were it is) and leave. Just as we get to the TV aisle, and I bend down to get that coveted DVD, Evan says "I have to go potty!" Uh, oh.
Drop movie. Run to the bathroom to find it locked. Run (dragging both boys behind) to the front counter, care not that there is a line and shout. "Is there a key to the restroom?!?!?!?!) Run, nearly trample Blockbuster employee, who to her credit was moving very quickly, as I said to Evan, "Don't go yet, hold it honey, please do not go pee pee yet." (you think is was in her own self interest? yeah, me too. Only thing worse than cleaning up your kid's pee all over the floor is cleaning up some strangers kid's pee.) Evan makes it, and Ryan is forced into a since we are here pee. He complies.
Well, since we have both just gone to the bathroom, and I'm feeling good about the fact that Evan TOLD ME HE HAD TO GO to the bathroom, when Ryan suggests we go to the pet store and pet the bunnies, lorikeets and fishes, I say sure! (They are actually parakeets, but we've been to the Wild Animal Park lots) After a maybe fifteen minute stop at the pet store I decide we should walk the fairly short distance to the store. The skies hadn't opened up completely, and it would be really good for the boys to walk around more considering the rain coming.
We get to Vons, which is not my home store, and start to look for the few things I need to make more bread. (Fresh garlic, rosemary, sun dried tomatoes, and some salad fixings for my lunch today) I had lettuce, tomatoes, rosemary, and garlic in my bag when I heard from Ryan "I have to go pee pee!!!) Now, I was inclined not to believe him since he had just gone less that 30 minutes ago, and I suspected that he wanted to get a special prize for telling me he had to go pee pee. BUT, a mom of a potty training child NEVER, NEVER should choose not to believe their child. I found a guy working in the produce department and asked "Where is the restroom?!?!?!?!" "oh" he replied, "it is all the way in the front of the store, in the far corner."
He may have caught the "thank you" I shouted as once again I ran dragging my two kids, (I swear their feet might have been off the ground a couple of times like in the cartoons) to the farthest corner of the store. I placed Ryan on the potty for the second time in less than an hour, and whew, he did have to go again.
We managed to get out of the store and home again before we had to stop at any more public restrooms.
The boys stayed dry again today, so, that is a plus. But if you see us out an about and I'm running, I'd suggest that you get out of our way, we are heading for that restroom in the far, far corner.
As we are nearly four, and still show no interest in taking ourselves, or even acknowledging the fact that we have to use the restroom, I decided, what the heck.
Let me get something clear before I go on. The boys wake up dry overnight. They wake up dry from naps. They do not generally go in their pants at school. They will go to the bathroom if I put them there. They have great bladder control, they are ready to be TOTALLY potty trained.
They each REFUSE to tell me they have to use the bathroom.
The last couple of days we have been experimenting with underwear. Yesterday was good. They both wore undies all day, and only had one accident each. POOP. Yep, stayed dry, but poop is a totally different story. No one told me they had to pee, but they stayed dry. Both boys told me AFTER that they had gone poop. (and they were clearly uncomfortable with that development)
Today, I woke up and felt brave again. Although we were going to run some errands, and we ALL know my aversion to public restrooms, I covered up those cute little bums (and golly they are cute in undies) with underwear for our few quick errands.
We needed to go to Target (for a potty seat to possibly help with the going on their own aspect of this potty training thing)
We had to stop at Blockbuster (because I NEEDed the next disc in Season Three of Battlestar Galactica)
And we had to go to the store (because I NEEDed to get some yummy ingredients to put in to bread. I would have done a Baking 101, part III however I've managed to eat nearly all of two loaves of bread that I baked YESTERDAY morning, and I didn't take any pictures. BTW, Ryan insisted on helping me and he did an amazing job pouring stuff into the mixer, and punching down the dough. He ALSO helped wash the dishes!)
We left the house at 9:30. Both boys went to the bathroom BEFORE we left. We also had a very serious discussion about wearing underwear and how it was VERY, VERY important that they let me know if they had to go potty BEFORE they went in their pants. And I suppose I should have thought this through better considering I did not have a change of clothes with me...oops, won't do that again.
First stop Target. We made it though there fairly quickly and then went on to Blockbuster. It was meant to be a run in, pick up DVD, (I know exactly were it is) and leave. Just as we get to the TV aisle, and I bend down to get that coveted DVD, Evan says "I have to go potty!" Uh, oh.
Drop movie. Run to the bathroom to find it locked. Run (dragging both boys behind) to the front counter, care not that there is a line and shout. "Is there a key to the restroom?!?!?!?!) Run, nearly trample Blockbuster employee, who to her credit was moving very quickly, as I said to Evan, "Don't go yet, hold it honey, please do not go pee pee yet." (you think is was in her own self interest? yeah, me too. Only thing worse than cleaning up your kid's pee all over the floor is cleaning up some strangers kid's pee.) Evan makes it, and Ryan is forced into a since we are here pee. He complies.
Well, since we have both just gone to the bathroom, and I'm feeling good about the fact that Evan TOLD ME HE HAD TO GO to the bathroom, when Ryan suggests we go to the pet store and pet the bunnies, lorikeets and fishes, I say sure! (They are actually parakeets, but we've been to the Wild Animal Park lots) After a maybe fifteen minute stop at the pet store I decide we should walk the fairly short distance to the store. The skies hadn't opened up completely, and it would be really good for the boys to walk around more considering the rain coming.
We get to Vons, which is not my home store, and start to look for the few things I need to make more bread. (Fresh garlic, rosemary, sun dried tomatoes, and some salad fixings for my lunch today) I had lettuce, tomatoes, rosemary, and garlic in my bag when I heard from Ryan "I have to go pee pee!!!) Now, I was inclined not to believe him since he had just gone less that 30 minutes ago, and I suspected that he wanted to get a special prize for telling me he had to go pee pee. BUT, a mom of a potty training child NEVER, NEVER should choose not to believe their child. I found a guy working in the produce department and asked "Where is the restroom?!?!?!?!" "oh" he replied, "it is all the way in the front of the store, in the far corner."
He may have caught the "thank you" I shouted as once again I ran dragging my two kids, (I swear their feet might have been off the ground a couple of times like in the cartoons) to the farthest corner of the store. I placed Ryan on the potty for the second time in less than an hour, and whew, he did have to go again.
We managed to get out of the store and home again before we had to stop at any more public restrooms.
The boys stayed dry again today, so, that is a plus. But if you see us out an about and I'm running, I'd suggest that you get out of our way, we are heading for that restroom in the far, far corner.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Don't tell anyone, but we are making progress!
Evan went poop on the potty!!!!!
Ryan told me he had to go pee yesterday!
Evan took off his clothes and sat on the potty and went pee, and THEN told me he went!!!
It's hard to believe that a month ago I was pulling my hair out because no one was showing any interest in ever getting out of diapers.
Ryan told me he had to go pee yesterday!
Evan took off his clothes and sat on the potty and went pee, and THEN told me he went!!!
It's hard to believe that a month ago I was pulling my hair out because no one was showing any interest in ever getting out of diapers.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Overheard in a public restroom near you.
So many funny things have been happening around here lately. I'm just a little behind...HA, HA, HA...I didn't mean that pun, but keep reading.
So the boys have discovered that they can take off their clothes. Most of my friends have already been through this phase, or are currently still in it. I, in all my arrogance, believed that I would not have to go through it, that MY BOYS would not choose to disrobe CONSTANTLY.
WRONG.
In the last few days, I have caught glimpses of stark n@ked boys frolicking everywhere in the house. I'll catch one, re-diaper, and turn around and he's n@ked again! I just wish we were farther along in the potty training.
I honestly cannot get angry with them. They are having so much fun. They are giggling and jumping and dancing and cuddling. Honestly you have not lived until you have watched two little n@ked boys jumping up and down laughing hysterically at their own n@kedness.
On the upside. During one of their commando moments, they were pretending to go pee pee on the potty. I took that moment to tell Ryan, my reluctant potty trainer, that if he is going to pretend, he should also try sitting on the real potty. And alas, potty training has begun with him. And for me, my biggest nightmare has also begun.
We were out today at the Natural History Museum, and it was time to take the boys to the potty. Two options: Walk back to the car and use the portable potties, where I know I can contain both boys at once, or take them to the dirty nasty public restroom where I know someone will be touching something disgusting during our brief moments in the stall. I fully understand that I WILL have to get over this phobia. I WILL have to take the boys to the public restroom. I know that I WILL still be grossed out by it. *I* don't even like going to public restrooms!
Picture this: Ryan, Evan and Me in the bathroom stall. I have one child diaper off, (holding it in my teeth because this is less offensive to me than putting in on the bathroom floor) shorts off one leg holding him over the toilet backwards. The conversation went something like this.
Ryan, go pee pee please
Evan, don't touch that it's dirty
Ryan, don't touch that it's dirty, please go pee pee now.
Evan, do not play with the toilet paper
Ryan, ew, yuck never, never touch the toilet. it is dirty.
Boys, please do not touch anything.
Great job Ryan I am so proud of you!
Evan, please do not touch that.
Ryan please stand up properly so I can get your pants back on.
Ryan please do not put your hands on my face they are dirty.
Ryan please do NOT put your hands on my face, ewwwww.
Okay, Evan, your turn.
Evan please go pee pee.
Ryan don't touch
Evan, Great Job, I'm proud of you.
Ryan don't put your hands on the floor it's dirty.
Evan, why are you so wiggly. Please stand still.
Okay, let's wash our hands!!!!
Went through this TWICE.
The second time, I also had to use the facilities, where I was treated to the OTHER humiliation. While I relieved myself. Ryan said at the top of his lungs.
"Mommy, you don't have a penis there!!!!"
Yes, Ryan, thank you so much for discovering this fact right here in the PUBLIC restroom.
Ah, the joys of parenthood.
So the boys have discovered that they can take off their clothes. Most of my friends have already been through this phase, or are currently still in it. I, in all my arrogance, believed that I would not have to go through it, that MY BOYS would not choose to disrobe CONSTANTLY.
WRONG.
In the last few days, I have caught glimpses of stark n@ked boys frolicking everywhere in the house. I'll catch one, re-diaper, and turn around and he's n@ked again! I just wish we were farther along in the potty training.
I honestly cannot get angry with them. They are having so much fun. They are giggling and jumping and dancing and cuddling. Honestly you have not lived until you have watched two little n@ked boys jumping up and down laughing hysterically at their own n@kedness.
On the upside. During one of their commando moments, they were pretending to go pee pee on the potty. I took that moment to tell Ryan, my reluctant potty trainer, that if he is going to pretend, he should also try sitting on the real potty. And alas, potty training has begun with him. And for me, my biggest nightmare has also begun.
We were out today at the Natural History Museum, and it was time to take the boys to the potty. Two options: Walk back to the car and use the portable potties, where I know I can contain both boys at once, or take them to the dirty nasty public restroom where I know someone will be touching something disgusting during our brief moments in the stall. I fully understand that I WILL have to get over this phobia. I WILL have to take the boys to the public restroom. I know that I WILL still be grossed out by it. *I* don't even like going to public restrooms!
Picture this: Ryan, Evan and Me in the bathroom stall. I have one child diaper off, (holding it in my teeth because this is less offensive to me than putting in on the bathroom floor) shorts off one leg holding him over the toilet backwards. The conversation went something like this.
Ryan, go pee pee please
Evan, don't touch that it's dirty
Ryan, don't touch that it's dirty, please go pee pee now.
Evan, do not play with the toilet paper
Ryan, ew, yuck never, never touch the toilet. it is dirty.
Boys, please do not touch anything.
Great job Ryan I am so proud of you!
Evan, please do not touch that.
Ryan please stand up properly so I can get your pants back on.
Ryan please do not put your hands on my face they are dirty.
Ryan please do NOT put your hands on my face, ewwwww.
Okay, Evan, your turn.
Evan please go pee pee.
Ryan don't touch
Evan, Great Job, I'm proud of you.
Ryan don't put your hands on the floor it's dirty.
Evan, why are you so wiggly. Please stand still.
Okay, let's wash our hands!!!!
Went through this TWICE.
The second time, I also had to use the facilities, where I was treated to the OTHER humiliation. While I relieved myself. Ryan said at the top of his lungs.
"Mommy, you don't have a penis there!!!!"
Yes, Ryan, thank you so much for discovering this fact right here in the PUBLIC restroom.
Ah, the joys of parenthood.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Who's getting trained?
It seems like I've been working on this potty training thing forever. I started with Ryan because he showed interest and stared waking up dry in the morning and after naps. We had a few successful days, and then the crying, oh the crying started. He would wail and cry and refuse to go on the potty. He'd sit there for hours, and not go. I'd put him in his diaper, and immediately he'd relieve himself. Finally, I gave in, decided that I was doing more damage than good with my head strong, little man.
This is one of those times when it's nice to have twins...I turned my attention elsewhere.
EVAN.
So for the last few weeks I've been putting Evan on the potty every hour or so. He's been very successful. Every time I put him on the potty he goes. Motivated by ladybugs. Yes, ladybugs. Ladybug stickers, ladybug figures, ladybug stuffed toys, and now cookies. He has found a liking for snicker doodles. In the last couple of days he's been asking for a bite of snicker doodle every time he goes pee on the potty. So, he's chewing and swallowing, AND going pee on the potty!
We have yet to progress to telling me he has to use the toilet. Or let alone any poop deposits, but, he is staying dry in between me putting him on the potty.
I guess I'm getting trained pretty well!
***A little potty humor***
The other day Evan was refusing to pee on the potty and so I was pretty sure he had to poop. Scott and I were sitting at the table with Ryan and Evan was off reading by himself. Standing all alone, and very quiet. I whispered to Scott. "He's pooping, I'm sure of it."
A few minutes later Ryan went into the room. Patted Evan on the bottom and said. "Is there any poop in there?" he ran around the living room, and repeated his patting and asking a couple of times. (Meanwhile Scott got up to investigate) Ryan then said "It feels like a pancake" to which we all laughed. At that moment Evan said "It SMELLS like a pancake" which caused us to be hysterical with laughter. Scott barely got out "No Evan, it DOES NOT smell like a pancake"
This is one of those times when it's nice to have twins...I turned my attention elsewhere.
EVAN.
So for the last few weeks I've been putting Evan on the potty every hour or so. He's been very successful. Every time I put him on the potty he goes. Motivated by ladybugs. Yes, ladybugs. Ladybug stickers, ladybug figures, ladybug stuffed toys, and now cookies. He has found a liking for snicker doodles. In the last couple of days he's been asking for a bite of snicker doodle every time he goes pee on the potty. So, he's chewing and swallowing, AND going pee on the potty!
We have yet to progress to telling me he has to use the toilet. Or let alone any poop deposits, but, he is staying dry in between me putting him on the potty.
I guess I'm getting trained pretty well!
***A little potty humor***
The other day Evan was refusing to pee on the potty and so I was pretty sure he had to poop. Scott and I were sitting at the table with Ryan and Evan was off reading by himself. Standing all alone, and very quiet. I whispered to Scott. "He's pooping, I'm sure of it."
A few minutes later Ryan went into the room. Patted Evan on the bottom and said. "Is there any poop in there?" he ran around the living room, and repeated his patting and asking a couple of times. (Meanwhile Scott got up to investigate) Ryan then said "It feels like a pancake" to which we all laughed. At that moment Evan said "It SMELLS like a pancake" which caused us to be hysterical with laughter. Scott barely got out "No Evan, it DOES NOT smell like a pancake"
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
...I suggest you come running
If you ever hear your children, talking about changing each others diapers...
I suggest you come running, lest you find this:
I suggest you come running, lest you find this:
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
32 Month Developmental Follow up Part One
Because the boys were born at 26 weeks, we have been closely followed by the Neuro-developmental follow up clinic. We are seen every 6 months to make sure the boys are on track in all the major groups--fine motor, gross motor, cognitive and language development. Preemies typically have delays in some or all of the major developmental areas and our boys were no exception. Most preemies are caught up by the time they are three.
Last Tuesday Ryan went in for his evaluation. His two hour evaluation. They warned us that this one would be long, so I scheduled the boys for separate appointments on separate days.
The test they use is a standardized test that measures the mental and motor skills of infants and toddlers. There are a number of specialized toys, puzzles and objects and the child is asked to perform various tasks.
Ryan did really well, really well. Not surprisingly, Ryan's language development jumped the scales. Six months ago Ryan was at the very bottom of the mean for his adjusted age, and today, he finds himself at the top for his actual age. Now WE knew his language has taken off in the last 6 months, but it is nice to see that some one else can see it too!
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Ryan has started waking up in the mornings dry. We've been putting him on the potty every morning and he is very happy to pee in the potty. He is also starting to tell me that he has to go pee. Sometimes that means he is going as we speak, or he has just gone, or usually once a day we make it to the potty and he goes. I guess that means we are making progress in this area? Oh dear...
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Yesterday I heard the boys talking about pepperoni and cheese. I asked them what they were doing, I was told quite emphatically, "we are playing Pizza Port". That's my boys!
Last Tuesday Ryan went in for his evaluation. His two hour evaluation. They warned us that this one would be long, so I scheduled the boys for separate appointments on separate days.
The test they use is a standardized test that measures the mental and motor skills of infants and toddlers. There are a number of specialized toys, puzzles and objects and the child is asked to perform various tasks.
Ryan did really well, really well. Not surprisingly, Ryan's language development jumped the scales. Six months ago Ryan was at the very bottom of the mean for his adjusted age, and today, he finds himself at the top for his actual age. Now WE knew his language has taken off in the last 6 months, but it is nice to see that some one else can see it too!
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Ryan has started waking up in the mornings dry. We've been putting him on the potty every morning and he is very happy to pee in the potty. He is also starting to tell me that he has to go pee. Sometimes that means he is going as we speak, or he has just gone, or usually once a day we make it to the potty and he goes. I guess that means we are making progress in this area? Oh dear...
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Yesterday I heard the boys talking about pepperoni and cheese. I asked them what they were doing, I was told quite emphatically, "we are playing Pizza Port". That's my boys!
Monday, September 8, 2008
I think I threw up a little in my mouth
I had one of those mornings. A morning that every mommy fears, or at least hopes never happens to them...
Lately we've taken to removing our diapers, or our brother's diapers. (you know where I'm going with this right?) I'm a 99% of the time 100% attentive parent, so, this is not a big, big deal. Diapers removed get put right back on.
Today I was getting dressed, so we could go here...
I stopped in the laundry room to throw a load in, and I heard Evan say the following in rapid fire succession
"Ry-Ry, nakey boy"
"Ry-Ry, bum"
"Ry-Ry, run 'round, Nakey boy"
"Evan poop"
"Evan go poop"
"EVAN GO POOOO-OP"
I made it to the living room in time to catch an overwhelming whiff of poop, (So strong I knew, it was not neatly contained within a diaper.) and to see Ryan streaking around the room from couch to couch, naked, as I had expected given the play-by-play. I caught Ryan, found his bum clean, slapped a diaper on him hoping he was just gassy. Turned around, to Evan, who now had his diaper off, feet, legs and bum full of poop.
(hands over face, quickly think, think, think)
I swooped him up, careful not to get poop on my clothes or self. Tossed him in the empty tub, told him to stay put. Ran back to the living room and collected the books, and toys that had any speck or smear of poop on them left them in the hallway, safe from Ryan, and ran back to clean up the small smear on the carpet. The clean carpets that I spent three and a half hours vacuuming and shampooing on Saturday. (argh)
Evan was still standing patiently in the tub. What a good boy. I washed him off thoroughly. Diapered him put him back into the living room to attend to the toys.
Whew, all that action, and it was still only 9:15. We were dressed, sunscreen applied, in the car and off to have fun by 9:40.
The boys are now sleeping, with tape firmly securing their diapers.
Lately we've taken to removing our diapers, or our brother's diapers. (you know where I'm going with this right?) I'm a 99% of the time 100% attentive parent, so, this is not a big, big deal. Diapers removed get put right back on.
Today I was getting dressed, so we could go here...
I stopped in the laundry room to throw a load in, and I heard Evan say the following in rapid fire succession
"Ry-Ry, nakey boy"
"Ry-Ry, bum"
"Ry-Ry, run 'round, Nakey boy"
"Evan poop"
"Evan go poop"
"EVAN GO POOOO-OP"
I made it to the living room in time to catch an overwhelming whiff of poop, (So strong I knew, it was not neatly contained within a diaper.) and to see Ryan streaking around the room from couch to couch, naked, as I had expected given the play-by-play. I caught Ryan, found his bum clean, slapped a diaper on him hoping he was just gassy. Turned around, to Evan, who now had his diaper off, feet, legs and bum full of poop.
(hands over face, quickly think, think, think)
I swooped him up, careful not to get poop on my clothes or self. Tossed him in the empty tub, told him to stay put. Ran back to the living room and collected the books, and toys that had any speck or smear of poop on them left them in the hallway, safe from Ryan, and ran back to clean up the small smear on the carpet. The clean carpets that I spent three and a half hours vacuuming and shampooing on Saturday. (argh)
Evan was still standing patiently in the tub. What a good boy. I washed him off thoroughly. Diapered him put him back into the living room to attend to the toys.
Whew, all that action, and it was still only 9:15. We were dressed, sunscreen applied, in the car and off to have fun by 9:40.
The boys are now sleeping, with tape firmly securing their diapers.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Poop in the Potty
Yep. We've had our first successful poop in the potty.
Yeaaaaaah EVAN!!!
Last night he said he had to go poop. Off we trotted to the potty, and there we sat for a very long time. I could see he was pushing and trying to poop, and after a little while, he left a nice Hershey's Kiss sized poop in the potty!
We took pictures, but I've thought twice about posting on the blog...kind of gross, no?
Yeaaaaaah EVAN!!!
Last night he said he had to go poop. Off we trotted to the potty, and there we sat for a very long time. I could see he was pushing and trying to poop, and after a little while, he left a nice Hershey's Kiss sized poop in the potty!
We took pictures, but I've thought twice about posting on the blog...kind of gross, no?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Seriously, I wasn't planning on this yet...
...and if I wasn't planning on it yet, I'm not ready!!!!
But it looks like there are two boys that want me to be ready.
Drum roll please...
We have another pee-pee in the potty. (6PM on Thursday, July 10, 2008)
Congratulations Evan!!!!
Ryan has now gone twice, however the last couple of days he has shown zero interest.
I guess if they are serious about this, I'd better get my act together and figure out what to do next! I've read the books, but I'm still open to suggestions.
But it looks like there are two boys that want me to be ready.
Drum roll please...
We have another pee-pee in the potty. (6PM on Thursday, July 10, 2008)
Congratulations Evan!!!!
Ryan has now gone twice, however the last couple of days he has shown zero interest.
I guess if they are serious about this, I'd better get my act together and figure out what to do next! I've read the books, but I'm still open to suggestions.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Oh My, I am not ready for THIS!
Attention, Attention...
at 9:45 AM on Sunday, July 6th, in the year Two Thousand and Eight. Ryan did this...
...for the very first time. (insert applause here)
Now, I am in no way so delusional to think that this is a trend or anything, nor am I ready to SERIOUSLY start to potty train, (We are on the "potty awareness" phase) but still, Mad Props to the Ry-ster.
Here's how it came to be.
I smelled poop and I thought it was Ryan. It was not. I changed his wet diaper since I was there and went to begin to hunt down the offender Evan. Ryan kept saying "paw-paw" and I kept saying "no honey, Evan has the poop" He just kept at me and he continued to try and get me to take him to the potty. He told me he had poop, I said no. He told me "paw-paw, poop" and I said "no honey". He tried to take off his diaper. Here's where a mom of a singleton would have just taken the kid to the potty, right? But I had a poop filled diaper to change. It was after the third request to go to the potty, (and my failure to catch Evan as he scooted by me) that my sense caught up with the situation at hand. Evan could stay in his poop for a few minutes, what if Ryan REALLY did have to go, I would be contributing to his potty frustration! Eeegads! Can't have that! I quickly spirited him off to the potty, and lo and behold, one fart later and a few cute expressions on his face, and we have now had our first successful elimination.
We did a post potty success dance, which he wanted a lot more of, and we waited until Daddy came home from playing hockey to show him!
This minor success begs the question, how does one potty train two toddlers at the same time? As soon as I had Ryan's diaper off, Evan had to join the party, at one point, (or four, who's counting) I had two naked (nay-nay) boys running loose in the house. Which is Okay but...(you see where I'm going with this?) what happens when I don't catch them before they make "deposits" in various locations around the house? Yuck. I think I'll hold off getting new carpeting for a year or two.
at 9:45 AM on Sunday, July 6th, in the year Two Thousand and Eight. Ryan did this...
...for the very first time. (insert applause here)
Now, I am in no way so delusional to think that this is a trend or anything, nor am I ready to SERIOUSLY start to potty train, (We are on the "potty awareness" phase) but still, Mad Props to the Ry-ster.
Here's how it came to be.
I smelled poop and I thought it was Ryan. It was not. I changed his wet diaper since I was there and went to begin to hunt down the offender Evan. Ryan kept saying "paw-paw" and I kept saying "no honey, Evan has the poop" He just kept at me and he continued to try and get me to take him to the potty. He told me he had poop, I said no. He told me "paw-paw, poop" and I said "no honey". He tried to take off his diaper. Here's where a mom of a singleton would have just taken the kid to the potty, right? But I had a poop filled diaper to change. It was after the third request to go to the potty, (and my failure to catch Evan as he scooted by me) that my sense caught up with the situation at hand. Evan could stay in his poop for a few minutes, what if Ryan REALLY did have to go, I would be contributing to his potty frustration! Eeegads! Can't have that! I quickly spirited him off to the potty, and lo and behold, one fart later and a few cute expressions on his face, and we have now had our first successful elimination.
We did a post potty success dance, which he wanted a lot more of, and we waited until Daddy came home from playing hockey to show him!
This minor success begs the question, how does one potty train two toddlers at the same time? As soon as I had Ryan's diaper off, Evan had to join the party, at one point, (or four, who's counting) I had two naked (nay-nay) boys running loose in the house. Which is Okay but...(you see where I'm going with this?) what happens when I don't catch them before they make "deposits" in various locations around the house? Yuck. I think I'll hold off getting new carpeting for a year or two.
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