SUMMARY...Tuesday, September 29, 2009
generic mom toilet training blog post part 2
I hate to write one of those posts...but I am a mommy. So this is news worthy to me.
Jacob has had a few "accidents" since school started. This was understandable, but they were getting more frequent and I felt I had to try and sort things out with him.
Me - Buddy, did you have another accident?
Jacob - Yes.
Me - What happened?
Jacob - I don't know.
Me - What can Mommy do to help? How can we make sure you make it to the potty next time?
Jacob - Mom.........just clean it up.
And so I did.
On to Edison. He is showing some interest in all things potty. We have been reading a potty book, many times a day which he loves, primarily because I say things like poop and pee pee and he laughs. At the end, the little boy in the book says..."I'm a big boy now! Do you want to be a big boy like me?" Eddie initally answered..."Yes!". But soon found out that this response would lead to mom requesting he try to pee in the potty, which he doesn't want to do. Now when the little boy asks..."Do you want to be a big boy like me?", Eddie politely declines, "No thanks, just Jacob".
And so he is not a big boy.
Today, while taking a call from my sweet Aunt about my ailing Grandma, Eddie created the worst poop mess of all time. It was the stuff of legends really. I'm sure he will be high fiving the other boys in nursery next Sunday. I'll explain. The boys were playing outside, while I was on the phone.
After a minute, Jacob came inside, tapped my shoulder and announced...
"Mom there is poop on the patio"
What????
"Whose poop?"
"Eddie's!"
I walked outside to see Eddie naked from the waist down, diaper discarded and a large pile of crap on the patio. (Sorry if you find this disgusting, but I am nurse so I can write this while eating a Baby Ruth). Anyway, I told the boys I would be out in a minute to take care of "it", walked inside to finish my kind of urgent phone call and returned to the patio. Well, let's just say that 4 minutes was way too long to leave Eddie alone with his poop. He had attempted to clean it up. "I keen it myseff!" I'm sure he has seen Dave scoop up dog poop with a shovel. Well, there was no shovel to be found but Eddie did find a plastic rake and tried unsuccessfully to rake up the crap. You can imagine what this did. He then tried a plastic lobster claw. You squeeze the handle and two giant lobster claws close to pick up sand, playground bark, etc. Let's just say the lobster claw was never intended to transfer solid human waste. You can imagine what this did.
Eddie was quite thrilled to have me outside, cleaning up after him for such a long time. He kept walking over, giggling and pointing at the mess saying "poop in my pants". I tried to ask him why he removed his diaper and made such a mess...the only answer Eddie could come up with was "I yike ice cweam sammiches!" There was poop on the stucco of the house, all over the concrete, and all over the aforementioned "cleaning" objects. It was nothing that a half box of wet wipes and a pressure washer couldn't handle. Everytime I wanted to get mad at him for this mess, I would look up to see him going down the playground slide commando...and saying "Ouch" at the bottom. What else could I do but laugh. Besides, how can I get too mad at this little, mischevious face?
And so I had to write this post!
Jacob has had a few "accidents" since school started. This was understandable, but they were getting more frequent and I felt I had to try and sort things out with him.
Me - Buddy, did you have another accident?
Jacob - Yes.
Me - What happened?
Jacob - I don't know.
Me - What can Mommy do to help? How can we make sure you make it to the potty next time?
Jacob - Mom.........just clean it up.
And so I did.
On to Edison. He is showing some interest in all things potty. We have been reading a potty book, many times a day which he loves, primarily because I say things like poop and pee pee and he laughs. At the end, the little boy in the book says..."I'm a big boy now! Do you want to be a big boy like me?" Eddie initally answered..."Yes!". But soon found out that this response would lead to mom requesting he try to pee in the potty, which he doesn't want to do. Now when the little boy asks..."Do you want to be a big boy like me?", Eddie politely declines, "No thanks, just Jacob".
And so he is not a big boy.
Today, while taking a call from my sweet Aunt about my ailing Grandma, Eddie created the worst poop mess of all time. It was the stuff of legends really. I'm sure he will be high fiving the other boys in nursery next Sunday. I'll explain. The boys were playing outside, while I was on the phone.
After a minute, Jacob came inside, tapped my shoulder and announced...
"Mom there is poop on the patio"
What????
"Whose poop?"
"Eddie's!"
I walked outside to see Eddie naked from the waist down, diaper discarded and a large pile of crap on the patio. (Sorry if you find this disgusting, but I am nurse so I can write this while eating a Baby Ruth). Anyway, I told the boys I would be out in a minute to take care of "it", walked inside to finish my kind of urgent phone call and returned to the patio. Well, let's just say that 4 minutes was way too long to leave Eddie alone with his poop. He had attempted to clean it up. "I keen it myseff!" I'm sure he has seen Dave scoop up dog poop with a shovel. Well, there was no shovel to be found but Eddie did find a plastic rake and tried unsuccessfully to rake up the crap. You can imagine what this did. He then tried a plastic lobster claw. You squeeze the handle and two giant lobster claws close to pick up sand, playground bark, etc. Let's just say the lobster claw was never intended to transfer solid human waste. You can imagine what this did.
Eddie was quite thrilled to have me outside, cleaning up after him for such a long time. He kept walking over, giggling and pointing at the mess saying "poop in my pants". I tried to ask him why he removed his diaper and made such a mess...the only answer Eddie could come up with was "I yike ice cweam sammiches!" There was poop on the stucco of the house, all over the concrete, and all over the aforementioned "cleaning" objects. It was nothing that a half box of wet wipes and a pressure washer couldn't handle. Everytime I wanted to get mad at him for this mess, I would look up to see him going down the playground slide commando...and saying "Ouch" at the bottom. What else could I do but laugh. Besides, how can I get too mad at this little, mischevious face?
And so I had to write this post!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
oh crap...
Do you want the good news or bad news first? OK. The good news is...I got to find out exactly what would happen if Dave backed the Tahoe over my purse. The bad news is...one more digital camera down the crapper. The last one, a Polaroid, died of drowning...by honey (Eddie was the executioner and I'm pretty sure Jacob had complicity). Anyway, our new, little camera had only been in the family for a couple of months tops!
Dave blames me completely for leaving my purse on the garage floor. I can see his point. How would he have known to check behind the tires for my beautiful, white leather purse with red lining? Someone needs to start a foundation, or an awareness campaign...this could happen to you!
My first thought on seeing my squished purse was for the health of my iPOD. Thankfully, it survived. Cell phone...still working. Digital camera...not so much. Bottle of perfume...crushed to smithereens (whatever those are)! Now all of my tithing checks, cash and receipts smell citrusy, free-spirited and playful. I hope the Ward Clerk doesn't think I'm being flirtatious.
Dave blames me completely for leaving my purse on the garage floor. I can see his point. How would he have known to check behind the tires for my beautiful, white leather purse with red lining? Someone needs to start a foundation, or an awareness campaign...this could happen to you!
My first thought on seeing my squished purse was for the health of my iPOD. Thankfully, it survived. Cell phone...still working. Digital camera...not so much. Bottle of perfume...crushed to smithereens (whatever those are)! Now all of my tithing checks, cash and receipts smell citrusy, free-spirited and playful. I hope the Ward Clerk doesn't think I'm being flirtatious.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
it's ladies night - oh what a night....
I went on a girl's weekend. Woo-hoo! Where else can you share dirty jokes with the women in the Primary Presidency? I'm kidding...there were only few dirty jokes (thanks to Laurie), but mostly lots of eating, shopping and cracking up at stuff no one else would think is funny.
Without revealing too much, these are some things I learned.
1) Debra may possibly be the next "Octomom"
2) An enchilada is exacty the same as a quesadilla, just ask "Topher".
3) Not all prophecys made in the shower come true.
4) No one has any excuse to pee on a bobsled run.
5) As much as we all want to get away, we love to talk about our kids.
6) Never call anyone, right after church on Sunday.
7) Front porch stick witches were sooooo 2008.
8) Pink hair extensions make you pass for much younger.
9) I'm really short.It was a lot of fun and it is nice to get a little break sometimes. I love hanging out with my girlfriends! And just so I didn't feel too relaxed - my vomiting family was waiting for me at home along with a ready to assemble swingset for my labor day enjoyment.
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