Monday, June 27, 2011

The journey of potty-training

Attempt #1...

7:00 a.m.: 10 minutes on potty with no success
7:12 a.m.: child redressed, baby on boob nursing
7:14 a.m.: "I peed Mommy" (in middle of living room, on rug of course)

Attempt #2...

8:00 a.m.: 10 minutes on potty with no success
8:10 a.m.: Mommy finally takes first sip of coffee perked 90 minutes ago
8:25 a.m.: "I peed Mommy" (on living room couch)

Attempt #3...

9:00 a.m.: 10 minutes on potty with no success
9:15 a.m.: "There's poop in there Mommy" (pointing at butt)

10:30 a.m.: As 1st round of poop / pee clothes come out of the dryer, Mommy hears, "I made a mess in the play room, Mommy."
                  

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

A pretty good kid

Had a rough morning with my two-year old, including the following:

-Him being woken up at 5:30 a.m. by his screaming sister, leading to him bouncing into our room at 5:32 with 5 books in hand
-Him throwing an entire roll of toilet paper in the toilet because, after all, "That is where toilet paper goes, Mommy."
-Him "accidentally" spilling his breakfast milk all over the walls, floor, chair, himself, etc.
-His continuous resistance to potty training, leading to Mommy dealing with a whole lot of poop in the back of our mini-van at what was supposed to be a fun visit to the local fire station
-Him crying that he wants to go home for the first 10 minutes of being at the fire station, followed by 5 minutes of crying at the end because he does not want to leave the fire station

So, by lunch time (which is directly followed by NAP TIME!!) Mommy was pretty ready for a break from this little boy.

I put his lunch in front of him and said with a sigh, "Okay, eat it up please."

Rather than taking a bite, he just looked at me. Just as I was about to snap out of sheer exhaustion and frustration, he said, "Mommy, we forgot our prayer."

Suddenly all of my irritation that had built over the previous 7 hours was washed away and replaced by an overwhelming love and pride in the amazing little boy I am raising. I reached over, gave him a hug and kiss and said, "Okay, fold your hands." After our prayer, I told him he was a good boy and that Jesus was proud of him too.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Pronunciations

My two-year old still struggles with pronouncing s-words, primarily words beginning with the "st" combination. He usually replaces this sound with "d."

For example.....

"stop" = "dop"

"street" = "dreet"

So we went for a walk this morning, and my little nature-lover found a stick that brought him tremendous joy. He expressed his excitement over and over.... and over and over.... throughout our neighborhood by shouting,

"I am holding my 'stick' Mommy!!!"