Let round two of the potty wars begin

standard July 28, 2010 1 response

“EWWWW you stink!” The chorus started up one afternoon when all the cousins were playing in the room they were all sharing at the beach last week. One after another they took up the chant until Little L left the room. She didn’t say anything as she came to me, but hurt and confusion were written across her face.

She didn’t stink really, it was more what was in her diaper that stunk. One quick diaper change and she was back in the thick of the fun.

But she didn’t forget the moment and at 3am I was awoken to hysterical cries.

“I need to go potty! I need to go potty right now!”

I calmed her down and got her back to sleep, but a few hours later, after the sun had gotten up, she and her daddy woke me up again, this time with the jubilant announcement that Little L had peed in the potty.

And so started a week of fruitless trips to the bathroom where she’d sit on the potty, sing me a song or ten, and then jump off without having done anything. It was followed by a brief success – one brief success – with my sister on the last day everyone was in town, and then more, well, nothing.

In a moment of weakness I allowed M and one of the daycare assistants to sway me into believing that Little L was ready for really potty training. Really as in no diapers, just undies.

That went as well as you can imagine. 20 minutes after I got her dressed she was standing in a puddle, looking at me with big confused eyes, saying “Mommy, that underwear, it has a hole in it!” But because I don’t learn, I put her in clean clothes… and a clean pair of underwear.

And that’s how I took her to daycare.

The day actually went better than I had hoped. She had a mini accident, but was able to stop it in its tracks and finish in the potty. She asked to be put in a diaper after that though and the daycare director and I decided that we’d wait a couple days until we could spend a leisurely weekend trying again.

Despite that, tonight, before putting her in her pajamas, M asked her if she wanted to go potty. She jumped at the chance, always one for playing around in there. But instead of squirming around and jumping off the toilet after a second, she stayed put. And five minutes later, when M helped her down, she quietly said “I had a poopy.”

And for the first time ever, she wasn’t kidding. The potty training game is really on.

I hesitated, wanting to grab my camera to capture the moment. Then reason set in and I flushed the evidence away. C didn’t share my compunction. She chose to immortalize the moment in art.

Little L’s poop. With a smiley face, arms, and legs.
It’s like the rebirth of Mr. Hankey.

From the Mouths of Babes: More than just paper

standard February 19, 2010 3 responses

I’ve said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again and again and again: my girls are budding artists. Their favorite activity is coloring, cutting, gluing, painting, and anything else that could possibly be construed as art.

Most mornings and evenings they can be found sitting quietly at our kitchen table surrounded by crayons, markers, scissors, scraps of paper, and who knows what else, intently focused on their various creations.

Until recently they made do with whatever paper I could put my hand on, usually notebook paper ripped out of 50c Target notebooks. But a few weeks ago we set up my new printer in the living room, giving them unlimited access to beautiful sheets of perfect paper. Priceless in their eyes.

C knows how to get the paper herself. Little L, not so much. She still has to ask for help. Which she did tonight by whining rather loudly until M took notice of her paperless quandary and took pity on her.

“Do you need a piece of paper?” He asked her nicely as though she hadn’t been whining “Paaaaaaper” at the top of her lungs for the past five minutes. When she nodded frantically in response he went to get her a sheet from the printer.

He handed it to her and she got to work very fast, markers flying, little tongue stuck out in concentration. She kept mumbling something I couldn’t quite make out. When she asked C for the scissors I wandered over to see what she was doing.

“Oh! I like the purple! Can you tell me about your picture?”

“It’s a pizza!” She said proudly, putting down the scissors and grabbing the green marker. She started frantically dotting the page and I walked away, leaving her to her creation.

I had no idea where the idea to draw a pizza had come from her, but I was very impressed with her imagination, not to say anything of her cutting skills. And then a few minutes later it dawned on me.

She hadn’t heard M ask her if she wanted a piece of paper. She had heard him say something slightly different.

And she did exactly what he asked for; she made him a pizza paper.

Little L’s Pizza Paper

Letting my inner Martha loose

standard October 23, 2009 6 responses

The organization seminar that I attended a month ago has really started something magical around here. We’re actually trying to be more organized and to a certain extend, we’re succeeding! The mail situation is still very much under control. The laundry is staying the course. But until this weekend the out of control artwork situation was still out of hand.

Not anymore though! I went all Martha on it.

The problem was that C and Little L, on average, produce anywhere from 5 to 10 pieces of art a day. And yes, much of that can hit the trashcan, but some of it is really good. And at the very least it’s stuff they’re quite proud of.

I came up with a plan that would both get rid of the piles and piles of art that pile up everywhere and allow them to display their art with pride.

An art wall.

We had a blank wall, I found some ribbon and small binder clips. And presto, the art wall was born.
The girls decided what went up and they will decide what will come down when it’s time to switch things around. Then I’ll put the pieces that come down away in a safe place. Everything has been dated and named so that ten years down the road we know who made what.

They’re so proud to show their wall of art to every visitor. I’m thrilled I finally found a place to store all their art and something to cover that wall! It still hasn’t solved the issue of all the art materials that are lying around, but I’m sure my inner Martha will find something to do with it soon enough.

A very successful first day of preschool

standard September 10, 2009 3 responses

I might be all wrapped up in my Kindergarten search, but C still has a whole year to go before that even comes into play. A year she’s spending at a brand new preschool. (Well, new for her. The school itself has been around for a while!)

In fact, today was her very first day at her new school and she couldn’t wait to get started. Every day this summer we waved to the school on our way to daycare. A few weeks ago I took her on a tour. And then we learned that her best friend from daycare would be in her class. After that there was no containing her.

First day of preschool dress!
And the bear she got the day she was born.


This afternoon when we finally pulled into our parking spot and got out of the car she did a double fist pump (yes, even the 4yo set know how to fist pump) and raced towards the main doors. I had trouble keeping up. Three minutes later she was signed in and playing.

C and her daycare buddy.
Doing what they do at daycare every day.
I stayed for the whole session, but it was purely for my benefit. She didn’t need me there at all. She was even able to find her own name on her box.

And she lapped up all the art projects that were set up in the room.

Paint stampers!

And then there was circle time. Or rather huddle around the teacher’s feet time. She read them The Kissing Hand and I had to fight back tears. And I’m sure I wasn’t the only one.

We wrapped up the class time with a rousing time on one of the school’s three playgrounds. C was a huge fan of the swing. I think the teacher was a huge fan of C.

We wrapped up the rest of the day with some frozen yogurt. My baby and I and a couple of preschool friends, talking about how great a first day it was.