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BYCMTSU: M asks for help
Jan 15th
For the past half hour T and M have been standing in front of the toliet like only men can do. Standing. Waiting. Finally M looked up aT T and said, “Daddy it is broken, can you fix it?”
holding back laughter T replied, “No M, you have to fix it yourself.”
M contemplated this a while longer than sat down on his toddler potty. Because sometimes all you need is a change of scenery. This didn’t fix the problem either, but I will count this moment as a huge success.
This is a giant step, like Neil Armstrong walking on the moon step forward. M is 3 1/2 and usually won’t even go into a bathroom. He wears a diaper until it is so soaked that is hanging off of him and as soon as you take off his diaper he demands a new one. He is not interested in being potty trained. Hopefully tonight is the kick start of our final attempt at potty training. As soon as M figures out how to “fix his problem” I think we will be in business!
BYCMTSU: Poo
Nov 25th
Because You Can’t Make This Stuff Up!
This will be short because well… there isn’t much to expand on.
Yesterday when I went into P’s room too put him to bed I almost stepped on a pile of poo. This in and of itself isn’t that surprising because naked style potty training is not working in my favor. What was surprising was that next to the pile of poo was my wide tooth comb – covered in poo.
The kid pooped on his bedroom floor, went into the master bathroom, took my wide tooth comb out of the drawer, walked back into his bedroom and proceeded to rake his poo pile.
Thats it. I had to share. I still hate potty training and we are no closer to having it all figured out.
BYCMTSU: Who Stole the Butter from the Butter Dish?!
Oct 28th
This was too good not to share.
I was getting lunch ready today for two hungry little boys and as I put the boys plates on the table, this happened:
I guess he was hungrier than I thought…
Because You Can’t Make This Stuff Up!
Aug 13th
I am starting a new running blost post catergorized as:
Because You Can’t Make This Stuff Up! or BYCMTSU!
These will most likely be short posts that will come at random, because that is the way life is. Too short and crazy random.
I was inspired by the incident that just took place:
I looked up from where M and I were playing and noticed P wasn’t with us. He was with us just a minute before. I heard and saw nothing. For all you moms out there, you know what that means… Trouble with a capital T!
I followed the bread crumbs or in P’s case, match box cars to where he was.
He was sitting upstairs on the kitchen floor (thank God he was on the kitchen floor!) where he had taken off his diaper, pooped and then commenced to rubbing it into various things around him. Including the plug-in of my new Dyson vacuum and not excluding the pile of Mega Blocks that were scattered around him.
Because You Can’t Make This Stuff Up!
BYCMTSU: Men are from Mars, little boys like Venus!
Jul 10th
Today is M’s 3rd Birthday.
The boys and I had to run a few errands this morning before the in-laws invaded this afternoon. Our first stop was the bank. Normally I decline the offer of a sucker for the kids, not because I am some anti-sugar, uber health nut, it solely has to do with the sticky factor and that M throws whatever food he deems unworthy. And since he sits directly behind me and I have big mop of wavy hair… it just isn’t worth the risk.
However today because it is his birthday, I let him have one. He was so excited as I handed him back his treat.
A little back story before we go any farther. T, my husband, is a geek. A geek through and through. He programs for a living, plays video games as a pass time and watches as many sci fi movies as he can. So when I asked him what he thought M’s room should be decorated in, he eagerly answered “SPACE!” So that is what we did. A space themed toddler room. Complete with wall decals that we got a Michael’s and a great puzzle from Melisa & Doug that my mom mod podged onto a painted black piece of ply wood.
Because of the space room, M learned his planets before he knew all his shapes. So when he saw that sucker today he shouted, “VENUS SUCKER!” and when he shouts, “VENUS SUCKER!” it does not sound like “VENUS SUCKER!”
My in-laws will be here in just a few short hours and M is still talking about his Venus sucker. My MIL already believes that I am not good enough for her son and that because I didn’t choose to be a Mommy I am “Probably not ready for the commitment and don’t appreciate the children as much as if I would have, if I had wanted kids.”
This will be a great weekend, I can just tell. I might just be yelling “Venus Sucker” with M by the end of the day!
