Archive for May, 2009

Potty Training 101

So we’ve started potty training.  Which, for us, basically means that Patrick runs around without a diaper and then (hopefully) runs to the potty when he feels the urge.  We have, and I am not kidding, THREE potty type contraptions for him to use.

And for whatever reason (chocolate chip bribery?) it is actually working.  For a few days now, he yells, “Mama pee pee!) and runs to the closest potty chair and pees.  We high five, sing potty songs (don’t ask), say lots of “I’m so proud of you!”  It is truly an amazing feat.

He pooped in the potty once.  Yesterday.  It was halfway out by the time I scooped him up and placed him on the potty, but he did make it!

I even went to Target and bought him some teeny weeny boxer briefs, just like his dad’s!  They are sooooo cute!  Only one problem though – he refuses to wear them.  I thought we could try wearing them around the house, but oh no.  The cotton fabric must have been too much for him.

So for now, he runs around with no pants all day.  And I giggle at his cute little butt.

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The latest headlines…

Though newspapers are becoming obsolete these days, there is still a need for jaw-dropping headlines – only now we read them on the internet instead.  Here are some of the most newsworthy events of the past few weeks:

Child Stuck to Doormat: Mother in Hysterics

Last week, during Sacramento’s torturous heat wave, a mother decided to take her son to see a puppet show at Fairytale Town.  As they reached the front door, the mother realized that it was going to be blazing hot outside, she left her son on the mat (inside the house, with the door still locked) and preceded to run to the back “terrace” super quick to water the upside down tomato plant hanging from the roof.  Upon returning from her one minute trip, she found her two year old yelling, “Mama!  Stuck!” at the top of his lungs.  Evidently he had tried to undo his velco sandals and had velcroed his foot to the mat.  The mother laughed hysterically as she undid the velcro and refastened the sandals.

Even Cute People Get Boogers

On the way to Fairytale Town, still giggling from the Velcro Doormat incident, mother and child quietly cruised along Interstate 80.  The mother was feeling sentimental – thinking that she loved this moment in time, spending the day with her son, providing him with new and exciting experiences.  An avid babysitter and teacher, she had waited her whole life to become a mother. Reveling in the moment, she looked lovingly into the rear view mirror at her perfect little boy, so young and innocent.  Her eyes were met with the cutest of ugliness. Her beautiful son, quite possibly the most adorable kid on the planet, had a gigantic booger smeared across his right cheek.  Yes, even cute kids get boogers.  Worse yet?  It was gone by the time they arrived at their destination.  Where oh where did it go?  Maybe we don’t want to know…

Child Imitates Father’s Love

Coming home from work one day, a mother walked in the front door and was greeted by her wonderful husband.  “Hi, Love.  How was your day?”  Without missing a beat, their two-year-old repeats, “Hi Wuv. I ee eh day?”  The mother smiled for miles.

Two-year-old Prepares for Acting Career

As we all know, injuries are commonplace in the life of a two-year-old.  Picture this:  Child falls, child cries, mom asks, “Are you okay?”, kisses all around, then all is well.  Well, one dramatic child is milking this scenario for all it’s worth. Envision this if you will:  Child pretends to fall down.  Child pretends to cry, and yells, “Ehhhh, ehhhh, ehhhh. Mama, ee boo boo!”  Mom asks, “Are you okay? Where are you hurt?”  Child holds up toe or finger.  Mom kisses said boo boo.  “Better?” asks Mom.  “Yeah, all butter”, replies Child.  This occurs several times a day.  Watch out Hollywood!  Or maybe the NBA?

Child Poops in Potty – A Family Rejoices

Last night around 7:30, a boy stood in the kitchen as his mother folded laundry in the other room.  “Mama, poo poo!” he cried.  The mother came running, swooped him up, and gently placed him on the potty just as said poop broke free.  The mother clapped.  The boy clapped.  The dad was called.  And THREE chocolate chips were earned that day.

Child Makes Do in Tough Economy

In these tough economic times, kids have learned that they cannot always have their heart’s desire immediately.  They must be patient and save, appreciate what they DO have, and make the best of each and every situation.  So, with that in mind, what does a musical toddler do when he has no microphone to sing into?  Why, he uses a sprinkler head of course!

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Preschool!

Yesterday Patrick and I visited Fair Oaks Parent Participation Preschool in (yep, you guessed it) Fair Oaks.  And we loved it!

Patrick’s favorite thing was typing on the real keyboard that was unattached to anything meaningful.  He just sat on a bench and typed away.  He also loved all of the big wooden cars and trucks and the dramatic play area with shopping carts, kitchen sets and furniture – all his size!

I loved how the teacher was so welcoming and warm.  As were the parents. They answered all of my “new mom to the preschool thing” questions like how does snack work, what happens when your kid isn’t completely potty trained yet, etc.  All with patience and understanding.  I was sold in the first ten minutes.  The kids were happy, the parents were actively helping or writing observations of kids, there were fun projects to do – who knew cutting straws with scissors could be so much fun?

So we’re enrolling in a two day a week program – I’ll work in the preschool one of the days, the husband will drop him off the other day.  Can you believe it?  My baby going to preschool?

I’ve spent most of today holding him tight (except for the time outs…ahh the joy of being two!).  Since he was born, I’ve dreaded the day when he decides that he no longer wants to cuddle, cuddle, snuggle, snuggle with his mom.  I treasure each and everyday, even the grouchy ones, knowing that he is growing up, that he will only be two and a half for a short while.

I vividly remember one day after he was just born.  I was holding him and he was sleeping.  I remember thinking to myself, “I really should be cleaning up or doing dishes right now. I could put him down and be productive.”  But looking down at his teeny tiny face, I stayed right where I was, knowing then that he would only be that little for a finite amount of days, that I needed to absorb all that I could right then.  And sure enough, he grew.  And he doesn’t sleep in my arms very often anymore.  It happens so fast, this growing up business.

At the same time, it is so exciting to watch him grow and learn, to experience life in new and challenging ways. A journey of love, laughs and fun.

So, preschool it is.  I can’t wait!

 Sad Update:  We didn’t get in!  Even sadder?  Due to budget cuts, the Parent Participation preschool program is only holding a limited number of classes.  So….we’ve decided to start the Parent-Toddler Program instead.  Patrick will be one of the older kids, but I think I’d rather he be the oldest than the youngest!  Wish us luck…

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