Elmo, Big Bird, & Cookie Monster are my latest allies in The Great Potty Training Challenge.
Braden is so good at peeing on the toilet when he’s naked. I mean, seriously, I never thought I’d be writing these words about anyone, but:
I am SO proud of the way he hops on that pot and pees!
I’ve watched him progress from a potty in the living room to the toilet that’s off the kitchen near the garage. He’ll stop playing (!!!) hold it while he runs all the way there, move a stool over, put the potty ring on the toilet, climb up, hop on & slide back, and then let the stream go.
It is the best hissing sound I’ve ever heard (so far).
We’re working very carefully right now at getting him to be just as good at it when he’s wearing pants.
Some days are good. Other days? We’re swimmin’ in Peed Up Pants, Yo.
And, just in case you were wondering?
Good Things To Swim In:
- The Ocean
- Money (A La Scrooge McDuck)
I was going to say Jello, but enough to swim in would be enough to drown in. Yeah.
Note To Self: Save the Jello for the super awesome, fun Naked Wrestling with girlfriends at our slumber parties.
Bad Things To Swim In:
- Unpaid Bills (Speaking from experience here)
- Booger Pies
- Warm Spit
- Peed Up Pants, Yo
We are making strides, but it is bumpy and sometimes ugly. It is as if having anything on his butt is a signal to him that it’s okay to let’er rip.
We have been calmly and lovingly letting him know that we have other expectations, and encouraging small steps towards the final, desired behavior at all times.
Simultaneously, we’ve been talking to him about how FREAKING AWESOME WONDERFUL GREAT AND FABULO-TASTICAL it is to “put your Poo-Poo in the toilet!!!!!!!!1″.
And can I just say, that on the day that he pulls down those pants and drops a log into the porcelain throne, it will be the most FABULOUS PLOP I have ever heard.
I think I might cry a tear when it happens.
Or do some Naked Jello Wrestling.
A poem for my living room carpet:
They said you were dirty
but what did they know
I’ve cared for you plenty
and boy does it show
You’re not even black yet
just a dingy grey
I swore that I’d steam you
one of these days
Then a cranky toddler
had fits he did throw
got time out, and got back
at Mom with Pee Shows.
Oh carpet, it soaked in
and I waited too long
I steamed you last night
now you smell like burnt schlong (??? sorry, it rhymed)
Another Mom Lesson
with answers you seek:
don’t let it soak in! when
you do clean, it REEKS.
Like, after you do it because you are a cheap bastard.
Last year, I decided to really start teaching Braden to wash his hands on his own – meaning that he’d do all steps without my assistance/intervention. Previously, I’d turn on the water, put the soap in his hands, rub them together… you get the drift.
In order to make it easier on him and cheaper on our budget, I decided that a foaming soap dispenser was a good idea. That way he’d have instant lather, instead of having to create it from goopy soap. I figured it would really save on soap, too, since he wouldn’t be sliming his hands excessively if he had the foam.
I was right. It was easier on him not having to create lather. Now, figuring out that he had to have the other hand under the pump when he pressed it down? THAT WAS THE HARD PART. Hah!
By the time he was a pro at it, the dispenser was almost empty. I eyed the bottle of Method Green Tea & Aloe Hand Soap that was up on top of the cabinet where he couldn’t reach it, longingly. But no, I didn’t want him Gooping!
Then it hit me: the stuff in the foaming dispenser really just looked like heavily watered down soap. So I tried it… I put in a small amount of soap and filled the rest of the dispenser up with water.
TOTALLY WORKED. And now we all wash our hands with that soap! We’re using way less soap for hand washing, which is cool and it falls under the “Reduce” category of Eco-Friendliness.
It will also save ya some bucks. They charge way more than they should for the watered down soap in the foam dispensers, so just buy that ONCE and then refill it yourself. And of course, if you choose an Eco-Safer soap like Method, or Lemon-Brite, you’re also treating Mother Earth kind by not dumping chemicals all up on her shiznite.
Do you have an article or post about something “green” that you do in your home, or on Eco-Friendly tips? Please feel free to link to it on the Mr. Linky below.
I used to do this type of post once a month, and it’s called Project Support Beauty in Nature. You can click that link (or the tab on the navigation bar under the website header) to read all about it, how it developed, and see a list of past posts and participants. I have had the project on hiatus for several months while I tried to find the emotional energy to write more again.
I’m happy to say, the project is back up and “airs” the 2nd Monday of every month.
Please feel free to add your “green” link to the Mr. Linky (just below) in this post anytime for the rest of this week.
The potty has moved
slowly across the first floor
towards the bathroom
for a short time now,
and yesterday something cool
happened in that room.
A certain little
boy ran in, looked around and
chose the higher stool.
He WANTS to pee on
the toilet now and can do
it all by himself!
Now if we can just
address this annoying thing
called “shitting in pants.”
It’s a word that causes cliche
to flood through my mind and still
those things I cherish and value
can’t be labeled as cliche and tossed aside
I hold him and him dear; they are my world
Things happen in life to make you realize
that every day with the blessing of love
ticks by so fast, if we let it
It is easy to sing a song of pain
and hold on to heartache
It is easy to ignore love as
the way things should be
Let the cliches fill your mind
let yourself get caught up in the meaning
the word evokes in you
And live it.
I would have written an actual post, but this monster wore me out today.
Seriously, there are some days when I have nothing left after the five million and sixth high pitched scream. I just want to bang my head against the wall and wonder, “Why, oh why, did I ever procreate?”
I have to look at cute pictures that make me remember what a love-munch he can be and then go to sleep, and hope for a better day to follow.