It's Time, But I Don't Have To Like It

Does anybody else feel like the beginning part of potty training is just picking a fight with a pre-schooler?

I'm Trying Not to Get My Hopes Up

I know there's a good chance it was just a fluke.  I mean, he is only 21 months.  But we are celebrating, nonetheless.  He's been sitting on the potty for a few weeks, but today, Judah actually pooped in it!

 Give that boy a sticker!!

 "Bye, bye, Poo Poo!"  Yuck.  I wish the potty was cleaner.

The next time I tried to put him on the potty he wanted to stick his foot in there instead of sit on it.  He won't get a sticker for that.

Way to go, Judah Lee!

Potty Progress

Luke woke up dry for the first time the other day! He never has accidents during the day, and he's waking up dry from his naps a lot of the time. We're getting there...

Eli has decided that he wants to be just like Luke. Every time Luke goes pee outside, Eli says, "Tee tee" and pulls on his pants. We'll help him get his pants and diaper off and he leans forward for about two seconds and then says, "Ahh duh" (All done). The other day he kept saying, "Poop. Poop." and pulling on my leg, so I asked him if he wanted to potty. He said he did, so I put him on the potty. He sat for two seconds and then said "Ahh duh". He has also started telling me, "Change diaper" when he has pooped, and he likes the idea of going potty. I'm seeing the light at the end of the diaper tunnel!

A Super Duper Pooper

Well, we did it. We finally finished potty training, and now we're just in the "maintaining" stage. Luke has decided that pooping in the potty is much better than in his diaper at nap time. As a matter of fact, he doesn't like diapers at all and walks around like a bow-legged cowboy when he has a wet or dirty diaper. We still have to wear diapers at night and during naps, but we can totally live with that.

To explain the title, I have decided to bless you with the following video. I can't decide what part I like best, the dad's glasses or the ridiculousness of the song. And I would be lying if I said I've never sung this to Luke...Or Eli...or Kris.

I've Spared You the Drama

I know it's been a while since my last post. But I have to be honest. The last two weeks have not been fun, and I haven't had any desire to write. You remember how I wrote about the ten things I love about blogs, and #'s 4 and 5 were about having perspective? Well, not even blogging would have helped with the perspective problem. Let's just say that husbands working a lot of hours, potty training and cranky babies do not make for a very pleasant experience.

I'm trying not to open the flood gates here, so I'll make it brief. Potty training is hard. I don't want to do it anymore. And here is some additional info for you.

Teething baby = cranky baby.
Cranky baby = crazy toddler(And who can blame him, it makes me feel kinda crazy too.)
Cranky baby + crazy toddler = stressed out mama.
Stressed out mama = God revealing many things that need working on in me. It's been down right ugly around here. Which is why you should be grateful I haven't been blogging.

I'm digging out of my hole of bad attitude and selfishness. I'll get back with you in a few days.

My Big Boys

Well, um, I think we're potty training. I say think because we just kind of fell into it. Kris bought some undies yesterday, and we figured we should just go for it while he was excited about them. He being Luke, not Kris. Although, I have to admit that we both kept holding them up last night and talking about how cute they were and how cute Luke's tush looks in them. Okay, we were WAY more excited than Luke was. So far, we're at 75%, meaning Luke has gone in the potty three out of four times. Thankfully, the fourth time was outside in his last clean pair of big boy undies. (I'm not counting poop. I don't want to mess up our average, and I need the high numbers for encouragement.) After that, I just took his undies off. I've had him naked most of the morning. I really hope I'm not traumatizing him. He keeps asking for a diaper. He is really modest and doesn't really like to be exposed. But, if he has on a diaper or undies he just goes in them. So, if he's a nudest in his adult years, it's all my fault. And as a disclosure, if you come to my house anytime in the near future, just know that Luke's naked (clean) hiney has been on the floor and furniture. Sorry, it's in the name of progress.

Eli started walking this past weekend at the lake. To watch him now is amazing. Before, if we tried to get him to walk, he would arch his back and protest loudly until you let him go. Now, he walks around with this big grin on his face, and you can tell he is SO proud of himself. He wanted to do it his way, I guess.

So, I have two big boys. Crazy - two and a half and one. They are so big and growing up so fast.

The Magic Nursery

The Magic Nursery is where Luke will sit quietly at a table and listen to the Sunday School lesson being taught. The Magic Nursery is where Luke took his first steps. Without me. The Magic Nursery is where Luke goes pee-pee in the potty. What?! Yes, we picked him up yesterday, and the lady in the nursery said he went pee-pee in the potty. Since when does my child do that? We have been casually working on the potty thing before we put him in the shower, and he goes through the motions: put his seat on, sit down, "Hold it down" (He likes this part best, for some reason.), make the pee-pee noise (We did it once, and it stuck.), "All done", flush, wash hands. But never is there any actual pee-pee. I asked the nursery worker about four times if she was SURE it was our blonde little boy that went in the potty and not the other one. There are only three children in the nursery, so I hope she didn't think I was calling her stupid. I was just kind of in shock, you know?

I'm writing down any and all other behaviors that need to be modified and tacking a list to his diaper bag for next Sunday.