Friday, January 30, 2009

Potty Progress

Well, I bet some of you are wondering how potty training is going ever since I entered the 'Land that shall not be named'.

I am in a most frustratingly relaxed state. Hmm. Not possible? Let me explain.

After our 'potty training in a day' took about 2 weeks, we still have not arrived in 'successful toileting land.' In those two weeks we had him wear only underwear during his awake hours and tried everything we could think of to help him. Could the potty be the issue? We tried the big potty, big potty with seat, little potty, different little potty, standing, sitting, etc.

I've washed all the rugs, mopped the floors, and have probably sprayed every square inch of carpet with pet cleaner. I found myself singing Elmo Potty songs while making dinner. I had a load of laundry going perpetually since there was always pee on something, and don't even get me started on the poopie accidents. [shudders]

After 2 weeks of that I decided to quit. I just couldn't do it. I knew in my head that if I stuck it out another week or so that it would be over. But then again the crazy voice came back at me and shakily said, 'what if it's more than a week, what if it's a year!?' I decided to salvage my sanity and just put him back in diapers. He wasn't progressing. He would go on the potty if we told him to go sit on the potty, he just wouldn't stop what he was doing to go to the potty if he needed to pee. And sometimes I'd suggest to him to go potty and he'd say no and 2 minutes later he'd pee in his pants. Aghhhh! How incredibly frustrating!!!!!!!!!! (extra exclamation points for emphasis)

So back in diapers he went, but then he kept taking them off and trying to use the potty. He wouldn't let me not keep potty training him! I was past the point of no return, I had to keep going. Nooooooooo!

So, now we've resorted to training pants. I used to think they were potty deterrents, just diapers that a kid could pull down if he so chose to use the potty. Amelia would pee in them rather than go to the potty, but wouldn't pee in big girl underwear, so we didn't use them with her. We just went cold turkey with her.

But boys, so I've heard, are different. G is taking his sweet time with figuring all this out, and that's why I can say I'm now in a relaxed state. I'm going to let him take his time. We've just been putting him in training pants and encouraging him to use the potty and not stressing out about it. The other day he announced, 'I need go use the potty' and he did it! So now it's just a matter of doing it all the time.

I'm going to just go with the flow...er, um. I'm just going to be patient and let the wise words I've heard from Elmo Potty sink into my consciousness as I think of G:

Music intro..."Boys do it, girls do it, big kids all around the world do it. You'll do it, you'll use the potty.
Grownups, oh yeah we do it, folks as far as we can see do it. You'll do it, you'll use the potty. "
(Take it to the bridge Grover!)"All of your friends and your neighbors, each in their own special waaaaay! Doctors and Waiters they do it everyday!" (Doctors and waiters too huh? Well THAT's good to know!)Grandparents do it, teens do it, even famous kings and queens do it. You'll do it, you'll use the potty!
(Spoken)"Baby Bear: Hey! Everybody, Curly bear put her woo-woo in the potty for the very first time!
Curly Bear: Yeah, yeah! Curly woo-woo in potty!
Elmo: Elmo knew Curly could learn how, after all, everybody does!"
(if you want more info on the 'different potty words segment' you'll just have to use your imagination)

"We're talking sisters and brothers, each in their own special way!
(Do you guys have some other 'special way' of doing this that I wasn't taught?') Fathers and Mothers, they do it everyday!
There's so many kids who'll do it, believe me someday even you'll do it! You will do it. You'll use the paaaahhhteeee! "

After that rousing encouragement, how could anyone worry about their child?

But seriously, I am taking this whole potty training thing much less seriously and thus I am able to relax and just realize he's taking his time and it will all come out okay in the end...er, um, turn out okay.

I better end this now before I stick too many puns in it!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Oh the land of potty training....

....where there is always a load of laundry going and the carpet cleaner doesn't have time to get put away. This is the land that I've been living in the last week and I'm reminded that potty training is probably my least favorite part of motherhood.

Give me pregnancy hormones, give me nursing, give me spit up all over my clothes. I don't know what it is about potty training that just gets under my skin but it's pretty bad. I can go from 'good mom' to 'freaking out I must leave my house mom' in zero to three wet pants. I called Hubby the other day to vent and found myself yelling at him because he was offering suggestions of things for me to try. Suggestions! What was he thinking?! The nerve.

The only other thing I wouldn't trade it for is sleep training. Waking up in the night is a form of torture and it makes me into a weak bad mom, my natural state without 100% of my mental facilities and self-control. What is it with these training things, teaching our kids something new and then getting frustrated when they aren't getting it right. Like we should just be able to tell them once and POOF they are good to go. G's been peeing in his diaper for 2 years now and all of a sudden we don't want him to do that anymore. I'm sure it's going to take a while to understand that. The books don't help though when I'm perusing through "Potty training in less than a day" and reading other accounts of moms who used this method and only had 2 accidents. What kind of kids are these? Really, are there kids out there with such temperaments that they just are calm and accepting of what their parents want them to do? Both my kids buck at pretty much everything I tell them to do.

So potty training came along for G last fall when I borrowed a "Potty Scotty" doll from some friends. I was just bringing it inside the house to put away until he was ready, but he wanted to play with it and so I ended up doing the training with him that day since he seemed interested and eager. He got the hang of it right away and showed that he was able to control when he went and went on the potty 2 or 3 times that morning without accidents. Then that afternoon I changed 10 wet pants and told myself that even if he was ready, I was not ready to deal with it and decided to put if off until the new year.

Well, here we are and our guy vehemently didn't want to put his diaper on the other day. He loves to run naked through the house, but we don't want him peeing all over the place. So we asked if he wanted to wear underwear and he did. So since then we've been going full force with the training and it is wearing me down. It's tough when you just don't see a light at the end of the tunnel telling you you are almost there. I told Hubby that it would be about 2 weeks of wet pants all the time and 1 week of those weeks is up.

Plus this boy potty thing is totally throwing me off. That thing is like a fire hose going all over the place and not much of it actually in the potty. I'm not talking about when he stands, when he sits too. It took a week of working with him until Hubby finally told me that he has to point it down when he's sitting. Weeeeell GEE! Thanks for informing me of that, I don't know how to work those things!

Today we borrowed a potty with a type of 'shield' in the front to help the pee from going all over the place and that has really helped. I must persevere! And I must get some training pants for when we go out places. Today we went out shopping and he did a great job, at first. He used the potty when I went at Bed Bath and Beyond and then went again when we were at the mall. I must have underestimated how much he'd had to drink because I thought he'd be okay for a while...but then I saw him pulling his pants down on the mall playground. I must have looked like superwoman jumping up from my seat, I didn't even bother to put on the shoe that I'd taken off. There I was, dashing across the cushy floor with one heeled loafer and knocked down a kid in the process. When I got there he had his pants down and the stream was flowing. I kept saying, "No, no! Tell it not to come out!" And then I knew how my dad must have felt when he and my sister went on the Gravatron ride and she started puking. He just put his hands out to catch all her vomit and I did my best to 'catch' what he was weeweeing. As I saw that wasn't working I lifted him up and out of the playground onto the mall tile so at least the mess could be cleaned easily.

Ahh, motherhood, the things you learn that you can do.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Wedding Pictures


My sister just uploaded these pictures of her wedding from the professional photographer. I only took 1 picture at the wedding with my camera, I was too busy running around. The decor was beautiful, like something out of a magazine.





I didn't take many pictures myself because I was sure the professional would get all kinds of good pictures. Particularly of my kids. What photographer doesn't love the flower girl and ring bearer? Don't most photographers go overboard and take lots of cute shots of them just standing around or playing or lovingly looking at the bride? Well, not Sis's photographer. He's a single guy and ended up taking lots of shots of the cute bridesmaids. I did ask him at the reception to take some shots of the kids and us and I'm glad I did or I wouldn't have gotten much of them at all.