Archive for the potty training Tag

Life Lesson: The Boy Who Cried Poop

It’s been a while. I’m too scared to check my blog stats so I have no idea if anyone visits here any longer. Because that’s EXACTLY how I deal with unpleasant things I’m terrified of. . .ignore, deny, avoid. Except sometimes a situation is so nefarious, so dire, so urgent it MUST be immediately addressed. . . Like when your
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You’re Doing It Wrong: Toilet Training

SO. . .about 6 weeks ago Mac saw the Doctor for his three-year well child visit.  And at this particular visit, she upbraided me because he was “a bit behind” since he couldn’t draw male and female stick figures and refused to identify colors on demand. . . And worst of all because he wasn’t toilet trained yet. . .
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Shoplifting Damnit! Not Again! Damnit!!

This has to stop. I inadvertently shoplifted.  Again. The other morning we took a walk and ran a couple of errands.  One of the things we needed to do was pick up some nutmeg for the zucchini muffins Mac and I were going to bake later that day. We went crashing into the grocery and made a beeline for the
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Toilet Training: Oh GAWD Just Put the Piss Where It Belongs! Before Someone DIES ALREADY!!

Every. Day. For WEEKS. I now completely relate to criminals.  The potty seat I carry EVERYWHERE is like my own damned house-arrest ankle-monitoring device. The rest of the time?  We’re actually under house arrest: “We can’t go until you tinkle.  Let’s try to make tinkles.  Show me what you’ve got, go!  hurry!  So we can do more fun stuff!” And,
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Animal Crackers Reluctant Mother Style

You remember about the time Mac turned one, we noticed he seemed to have some interest in the potty? So we purchased him a potty seat. We used it sporadically with some success. But a few months later, he seemed to lose interest entirely. I figured since he was so young, I wouldn’t force the issue.  But I did remind
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Friday Funny: Excuse Me?

The other day I was in the Park with Mac.  We were at the Boat Lake.  I was stalking a previously reported Gadwall.  Fortunately for me, there was another Mother and her son there feeding the ducks.  This was a good diversion for Mac while I screwed around examining all the ducks. The boy might have been three or four.
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I’m Clearly Not Qualified To Toilet Train Our Son. . .The Deluxe Edition

Sunday we did a lot of birding.  In some really nasty hot humid weather.  And it involved hills.  2.8 miles of gawdforsaken wooded, root and rock plagued hills. . .but I’m not going to complain because I’m still lying to myself and think that with enough of these near-death marches, pushing a stroller, I’ll be able to bounce quarters off
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Am I Being Completely Delusional (Again)?

This is what we’ve been doing since Friday evening: Yes.  We’re trying toilet training.  At 14 months.  In our kitchen. And NO I haven’t read any literature about how this is supposed to work. Maybe if I didn’t have to chase the kid around for 15 minutes to get a fresh diaper on him, I’d have more time to read.
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