Potty Training Tips

I have been trying to potty train Bubba. Here are my insights on the subject.
~ Boys ARE more difficult than girls...I've had both.
~ Little boys don't really care if they wet their pants, it is in fact funny to them.
~ Food is a good reward, I am not trying to say that you should feed him a whole burger or a dish of ice cream every time he pees, but I give one chocolate chip for each success and that seems to be a good reward, I did stickers with Addy, but Bubba could care less.
~ We have a great "Bubba went potty dance" that we do... don't do this in public, but at home it's cool.
~ It's not a big deal to carry the little potty seat around with you. I don't love it, but people know what's you're doing and most people have been there too.

There is nothing easy or fun about this process I can tell you that, but by being positive and upbeat you may see that your little one will give potty training a lot more effort.

Parenting at Its Best

So tonight I became my mother. We all vow that we "will never do THAT to our kids"... but I did it. I made my little boy sit at the dinner table until he ate his carrots. This took just a little over an hour. I remember sitting for hours (or what seemed like it) staring at a bowl of cold oatmeal. I used to hate oatmeal. I blame this staring experience on me not eating oatmeal or any hot cereal for that matter until I was well over 20. I didn't ever want to be the mom who made her kids eat certain foods, but the bottom line is this: not eating a couple of carrots is silly and making them eat it is sort of fun! Not that I enjoyed the crying and yelling that ensued, but I was content to sit with him and read a book while just kept asking for a popsicle instead...as if I am going to let him have a treat in exchange for some now soggy carrots. Who does he think I am? But in the end I won and he got his popsicle when the carrots vanished. I don't remember ever getting anything after I ate my oatmeal though.

Addy and Me 

Another fun filled trip to the ER

We have just returned from an excursion to the local emergency room where I spent what seemed to be ETERNITY!! The man of the house...my 2 year old... decided that he needed to stop breathing properly. Ok... he didn't decide, but I would like to blame someone. Anyway, he got to have all kinds of meds and the undying attention of several nurses who were wrapped around his finger. Little punk! He knows how to work it that's for sure. Now with his little body full of steroids and asthma treatments I plan on getting a good night's sleep.... all fingers crossed that is. Sigh...I get to get up and do it all again tomorrow. I hope that it's far less eventful that today was.

The end of yet another day.

Well WWF has ended at my house. (WWF= putting the munchkins to bed) It's more of a wrestling match than anything and I for one am beat now. After last night when I woke to find Bubba sitting in the hall outside my bedroom reading a book, well, not reading exactly but looking at the pictures, I am tired and grouchy. The light from the kitchen was enough that he could make out the pictures and was telling himself and whoever else was up, all about baby cows. While I find these little things endearing and almost cute... I was really just annoyed with myself for thinking he is old enough to not be caged into a crib anymore. I also regret this decision around 4 am every morning when he arrives at the edge of my bed to just stare at me. Then he goes back to bed only when I promise that I will bring him a drink. It's these moments when I ask: Why God? Why?

Oct 3rd...my blog is born

OK... so giving birth to my blog was a lot less painful than giving birth. I've done that twice... no drugs with either. The blog thing though only required a nice dessert and drink. ;) And the biggest difference is my uterus is still intact! I find that to be super cool. Did I just say "super cool"? I am turning into my daughter more and more every day.