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On the front porch

Eleanor peed her pants today.

Her last accident was ages ago, but she’s decided that she hates using the potty at preschool.  They don’t help her there with the wiping, and she doesn’t really get herself as clean as one would hope.  So, she holds it till she gets home.  Today, not so much.  She went onto the front porch to watch the guy next door use a leaf blower.  A minute later she’s SCREAMING, “I gotta go potty-potty!!!  NOW.  The door is stuck.  I GOTTA GO.  POTTY-POTTY!!!”

By the time I got the front door unlocked and open (and I was running), she was standing in her own little puddle on the front porch.

“Did you pee your pants?”  I ask.

“No.” Uh-huh.  Riiiiight.

“So what’s around your feet then?”

“Yes.” She sadly says. Busted.  She was feeling pretty ashamed of herself, and probably a little squishy.   Then Eleanor smiles up at me and happily asks “Can I make footprints?”

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Lock Stock photo and barrelI bought a new stroller over the weekend. Well, new to me at least. And, all in all, I am satisfied. It’s a Baby Trend Double Jogger, and I got it on e-bay for $35 (local pickup). I like looking for baby stuff on e-bay, especially the bulky, short lived stuff. Buying it new is such a waste, as the kids grow out of things SO fast. Two years ago, I got my Exersaucer on line for $10 and we took a trip over to the far side of town (ok, WAY far side of town) to pick it up. We had the person who sold it to us meet us at the Cowboy Art Museum, and we made an afternoon of it. I bet, when Saralyn is done playing with it, I can get at least $5 out of it when I sell it. (Well the church garage sale will sell it and Lutherans will get the money, but you see my point.) ANY road, we got the stroller on Saturday and made the minor repairs yesterday that one needs to do with Baby Tend products: a little oil here and some tire air there.

This morning, I tried it out.  I took a serious treck to run it through its paces. The girls and I walked down the road to the Marcado for some butter, produce and pastries. I learned many things. Firstly, Saralyn is a good stroller baby, till she’s not. Her patience was 5 minutes shorter than our trip. She howled at the end, “Jane! Get me off this crazy thing!” The stroller itself has a little squeak in the rear left wheel, and it pulled to the right. A LOT. Baby Trend Strollers have a lot going for them, especially if you are a tall person, like me. They flow pretty well on their big bouncy wheels, but are hard to turn. So, if the stroller is pulling to the right, like mine was this morning, it’s a pain to keep correcting. I struggled with it the whole way to the Marcado. Half-way there, I had the girls switch seats to see if that would help; it didn’t. We walked through the market and I struggled, and then, just before the long walk home, I sat down to take a look at the wheel. I looked and though I’ll just give it a little twist. Wow! It worked! We sailed home with little trouble. Just the Saralyn wailing at the end.

I think this stroller will work out just fine.

I wanted it for several reasons. Firstly, we are going to Boston in a few weeks, and I will be taking the kids, mostly on my own, to many tourist destinations. Tony will be in conference mode much of the time. I have been managing to cope with both girls through a combination of little-one in the backpack and big-one walking. But that gets painfully old quickly after a few hours, let alone a few days. As Saralyn passes 22 pounds, this seems less and less like an option. Also, just after Elly was born, I really enjoyed taking morning walks with her. She’s eat her cereal in the stroller, and I would walk a mile or two. It was fun and good for my heart, waistline and soul. Two babies was more trouble, as I couldn’t bring myself to spend the money on a double stroller. As this Boston trip came up, I started to berate myself. What are you waiting for, Fatso? You’re never gonna be able to walk around Boston of you don’t walk around here first.

So this morning, I got cracking. I don’t know exactly how far it is to the Marcado from here, but I suspect it’s about a mile. I was huffing and puffing, but I did it. Some say that pushing a stroller makes your workout at least 10% more effective. I believe it. Pushing close to 60 pounds of kids and 33 pounds of stroller makes a difference. Now, about getting the stroller on the airplane….

Lastly, I wanted the stroller so I wouldn’t have to drive so much. If you’ve just come out of a three-year sensory deprivation tank, you’ll be shocked at the price of gas in the US today. I’ve been watching it steadily climb all along and I’m near electrified with shock. So, I am vowing to park my car for at least one day per week, or two if I can swing it. However, I refuse to stay at home all day. I have to get out or the kids drive me bonkers.

Yea double stroller! Anyone interested in buying my used Baby Trend Single Jogger? Faded green. Full tires. Cheap.

As an aside, Eleanor hollered when we got home, “I gotta peepee on the potty!” and she ran in and went peepee. On the POTTY. Simple as that. I am so proud.

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Yes.  Two steps forward one step back.  That’s all I’m saying.

Now, excuse me while I do ANOTHER load of stinky Eleanor wash.

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She’s got it!

She awoke dry.  She hit the pot.  She put her panties back on.

I think we have a potty trained Eleanor here.

YEA!

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I\'m getting pooped It’s about negativity, I think. The core of this potty training problem is that she is dead set against peeing. She’s proven that she can hold her pee though many hours, even though the afternoon nap. Going when she needs to, or when I tell her she needs to, that’s another story (which I am about to tell). I put her on her potty and say “let the peepee out.” She says, “I can’t like the peepee on the potty.”

“yes, go pee.”

“no.”

“YES!”

“NO!”

“YES! and DON’T say ‘no’ again orsohelpme!”

“WhaaaAAAAAAA!!!!!!” (repeat chorus… and scene!)

Finally, after she peed on the rocker this morning, I sat her down on the potty and I laid it all out. (I know, you can’t reason with a two year old, but I try.) I said, “There are NO diapers any more for you. None. That part of life is over now. Never again (except at night). YOU hold your peepee very well. HOWEVER, you need to let the peepee out when I tell you. YOU need to tell the peepee to come out. The peepee does not control you. You control the peepee.”

The whole time she’s crying, “I can’t want to peepee! I can’t want the potty!” (Yesterday, we had some little successes of her calming down, and I would hold her hands and she would think very hard and the pee would come out. Today, however, she was digging in her heals and refusing to try.)

So, I calm her back down and started to tell her that when she kept saying NO to the peepee and the potty, the peepee won’t come out. She needs to say yes to the peepee. “YES! YES! Peepee, you come out!”

She looked at me like: Mom, You. Are. Crazy.

But I pushed the issue (to the point of “say it… Say It… SAY IT!), and eventually… she said it. And…

It worked.

And when it works, she always seems so surprised. If I wasn’t so annoyed by her stubbornness, this would be hilarious. I suppose to you it is, as you keep reading about our potty woes.

We talked a lot about the peepee today. She really can hold it very well, for hours and hours. It’s just the hours and hours of her sitting – unproductive – ON the pot that worry me. I reassure her every minute that she can do this. I make it clear that the POTTY is the way of the NOW and FUTURE. We are going all potty, all the time from here on out. She needs to get on board here. There is no ‘fresh-clean-diaper’ coming anytime soon. Has she heard me? I think she has started to. Although I hadn’t meant to, I decided THIS would be the week. This is the time to make my stand about sitting on the potty. She’s stubborn, but she got that from me. Onward and upward.

But, I wonder if this is all for naught. We are going on vacation here in about 5 weeks. Will I be able to get her settled into a routine in 5 weeks? and if I do, will I wreck it with the vacation and have to start all over again? Ugg. I’m trying to instill positive thinking in my girl and all I can think is this is never going to work on an airplane!

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Eleanor awoke dry today.

Before you all start yellin’, “Whoopie!!!’ keep in mind the following. She hasn’t peed in the potty either. As far as I can tell, she hasn’t peed anywhere.

Holding it in is NO PROBLEM.

Letting it out is a big problem.

What do I have to do to get this old stubborn mule of a child to pee on command?

She gets a reward when she pees on the pot. I offer things she likes – candy, TV, books, and once I promised her a unicorn. No soap (or PEE either).

She gets spanked when she pees on the floor (not that it happens much) She also gets a spank when she lies about peeing on the pot.

bears don\'t use toilet paper!??!I’m now taking the tack of you sit till you pee. I’ve made it kind of unpleasant for her; she has to sit on the potty in the bathroom – alone. So here I sit, candy in hand, waiting for her to pee in the other room. She’s crying. I’m angry. If I could stay at home for a whole week (and someone else took Saralyn), we’d settle this pissing (pardon the pun) contest once and for all, and I would win!

I just need to get this straightened out. She can hold it. She needs to learn to let the pee out when I tell her. How can I get this point across?

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Update:

She peed on the potty.  I gave her a round of praise, the potty dance, the pee chips (3 milk chocolate chips), and her princess panties.  (She is watching Barney now.  Why is PBS running a Barney Christmas in June?) I have set my timer for 2 hours from now.  Then we will try again.

Here’s hoping.

Honestly – this may be the hardest thing I have ever done as a parent?  Is it like this for every parent?

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Well, we had dry pants through the nap + 2 hours.

Then we had much sitting on the potty, zero pee produced, begging for a diaper, and a piddle on the floor (with out the panties on) and then the couch (sorry Princess Jazmin.  Just walk it off in the front loader).

One step forward and two steps back?

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