With the short one in afternoon kindergarten, from noon until about 12:45 it gets quite hectic at our house. But today it was a perfect storm of badness...
I was trying to make the short ones lunch and then I started to sneeze. Now, I'm not a young girl anymore and I've had a couple of children, so I really had to book it to the bathroom. I'm sitting on the potty when my cell phone rings. Had it been anyone other than my husband I probably would have ignored it. So, I'm on the phone talking to my husband about ridiculous things that seriously could have waited until after my really hectic 45 minutes. Meanwhile, I see a package of cheese slide under the bathroom door and in the background I can hear the short one yelling that the shortest one is trying to help me! Yes, I did scream!
Yes, I did get lunch made. I did get the short one off to school on time. All is well at our house again. Well, as well as it ever is. But I did decide that we needed some rules for that really hectic 45 minutes so that the perfect storm cannot happen again.
1. Mom must go to the bathroom BEFORE trying to make lunch.
2. Dad must not EVER call unless its an absolute emergency during this time.
3. NO cheese in the bathroom EVER.
4. No short one giving me a play by play as he loves to do which just ups the stress level!
I realized the other day that a lot of my face book posts were about my children and their crazy antics. So this blog is dedicated to them.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A More Hip Version Of "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes!"
Before the short one potty trained my husband and I put him in pull ups. It was a conscious decision that we did not take lightly. After having tried to potty train him for over a year at that point, we felt he needed some ownership in his potty training. He knew he had peed in his pull ups, we knew he had peed in his pull ups, so it was up to HIM to change them.
One night my husband had been upstairs getting the boys ready for bed and had just got frustrated, so he came downstairs to do dishes instead. After a while I went upstairs to see what was going on. The short one, still naked as the day he was born from not having changed his pull up before bed, was sitting on the edge of his bed.
The short one says to me, "hey, mom, look!" like he figured out the coolest thing in the world. Then, with the motions and the whole bit he sings, "head, shoulders, penis, toes."
I paused, like I couldn't have heard or saw what I just heard and saw and I said, "what was that, sweetie?"
And he did it again.
My eyes grew large and I started to choke, because I could not laugh. Not there! Not right in front of my 3 year old son who if I laughed at him singing something like that would sing it that way forever more.... especially in .... PRIMARY! And I ran from the room. I ran down stairs and told my husband I couldn't do it. So he goes upstairs and comes right back downstairs and is all disgusted.
I said, "Did he do it for you?"
Husband says, "Do what? Darn kid still won't get ready for bed!"
So I told him. And we laughed. And we laughed. And we laughed. And we laughed. And laughed some more. Then we both went up and got the kids ready for bed without further incident. Then the husband and I laughed some more. :)
One night my husband had been upstairs getting the boys ready for bed and had just got frustrated, so he came downstairs to do dishes instead. After a while I went upstairs to see what was going on. The short one, still naked as the day he was born from not having changed his pull up before bed, was sitting on the edge of his bed.
The short one says to me, "hey, mom, look!" like he figured out the coolest thing in the world. Then, with the motions and the whole bit he sings, "head, shoulders, penis, toes."
I paused, like I couldn't have heard or saw what I just heard and saw and I said, "what was that, sweetie?"
And he did it again.
My eyes grew large and I started to choke, because I could not laugh. Not there! Not right in front of my 3 year old son who if I laughed at him singing something like that would sing it that way forever more.... especially in .... PRIMARY! And I ran from the room. I ran down stairs and told my husband I couldn't do it. So he goes upstairs and comes right back downstairs and is all disgusted.
I said, "Did he do it for you?"
Husband says, "Do what? Darn kid still won't get ready for bed!"
So I told him. And we laughed. And we laughed. And we laughed. And we laughed. And laughed some more. Then we both went up and got the kids ready for bed without further incident. Then the husband and I laughed some more. :)
Monday, September 27, 2010
Our Potty Training Nightmare!
The short one has always been a little smarty pants. He knew all his letters and sounds by the time he was 2. He taught himself how to read when he was 2 1/2. But we could not get him to potty train! We tried everything! We had the book "potty training in a day." We read it. We tried it. It didn't work with the short one. So after like forever of trying and trying and trying, we just gave him the book and let him read it. The next thing you know, he has his bear in on his little potty showing him how to potty, but the short one STILL would not potty train! He knew how to do it, he just refused! He was 4 years and 3 months old before he finally potty trained and the only thing that worked was me holding him on the potty until he did it. After a couple times of doing that he was fine.
Trying to see the good in ALL things!
I've decided I need to be more grateful. So today I'm grateful for the hard, crusty, pellet type baby poo. Why? beccause when I went to get the shortest one up this morning he had taken his diaper off and had flung his poo all over the floor. Had it not been the the hard pellety poo, it would have been a disaster!
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