Archive for the toilet training Tag

That! Oh S%&*$T Not THAT!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!

Teddy hasn’t gotten much press here. . .   Mostly because he’s busy taking up all of my time with poor sleeping and other various willful and assertive acts. . . At some point in the past six weeks. . .or maybe months?  (He is the younger kid.  I’m terrible.), he started pointing at everything and screaming “THAT!” Uh hum.
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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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Encouraging Early Learning: The Power of Poop

Children are exhausting.  Teddy won’t sleep anywhere but the pack and play in the basement bedroom.  Mac won’t use a writing implement.  There’s.  So.  Much.  Poop.  And laundry.   I haven’t slept in the same bed as my Husband in at least a month. Of course, this is probably a plus, since it makes for very effective birth control and
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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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Ahhhh-n-d You’ll Go Down In PISS-TOR-REEEE!!!!

Listen, I get I’m posting some meh content here laterly.  I’m hanging on barely in real life.  But I’ll get my act together very soon and swear I’ll be banging out posts so long you won’t read them.  SWEAR. Meanwhile? Cute kid-story FLUFF. So, before Mac turned into Typhoid Mary and we had to quarantine him, we were working on
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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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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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