Amy November 30th, 2009
We survived Thanksgiving. One holiday down, one to go… plus a birthday. I love the holiday season, but with 2 toddlers it is definitely more exhausting.
Yesterday we decorated the Christmas tree. Camden was really into it and was very helpful although he drove Mike crazy because he wanted to hang all of the ornaments on one branch. Jackson’s idea of decorating the tree involved taking off the ornaments that Camden hung and trying to eat them. Can’t imagine what the tree will look like by the time Christmas actually arrives. I just hope that it remains upright the entire season. Jackson has just discovered climbing and I would not be surprised if he tries to climb the tree.
We spent the remainder of Mike’s 4 day weekend cleaning and fixing. We are one step closer to getting the house sold. Pray for a quick sell!
Stay tuned… I still have lots of pics to post from Halloween thru Thanksgiving. I am really behind, but I will post them soon, I promise.
Amy November 23rd, 2009
warning potty language ahead….
As my title states, I HATE potty training. We have been working at this for the past few months, but never very successfully or consistently. The pull-ups did nothing to motivate my son. And I admit in my non-excitement for the process, I have not been as consistent as necessary. Also the crying and screaming as I would put him on the toilet didn’t help. I felt it wasn’t worth it and that we would try later.
Well, later is here. He is turning 3 in a couple of weeks and I thought it really is time for him to be potty trained. So, I took the drastic step of going to big-boy pants. This works, sorta. He has gotten really good about peeing in the potty (although still not asking, but rather on forced intervals throughout the day), but still no success on pooping. The other day we spent over 2 hours (not consecutively) on the potty. So what did he do? Nothing. Nada. No poop. Until…. 5 minutes after getting his pull-up on for the night. I left that one for his daddy to change. I have had my share of cleaning his big boy pants that he poops in after sitting for 45 minutes on the potty with no success.
Today I got inspired. We have been invaded by huge house flies. They keep dying all over the house. Well, they are now serving as targets… bombing targets… in the potty. Nothing yet, but he does seem more excited about trying. I am not overly confident, but maybe… I’m trying to think like a boy.
I really HATE potty training.
