Ari is accident-free in only three days, and I am enormously, joyously, wondrously proud of her.
YAY BUNNY BOO!
You can now pee and poo
in the house or at the zoo
and you're still the age of two
so I sing this song for you
'cause you're super duper cool
and my heart does flips for you.
You're my big, sweet girl - yahoo!
Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Too too often lately...
I am hearing:
Mama... pee pee!
Ari's diapers are not fitting well enough. I thought she was in Luv's size 5 but apparently we need to move to Huggies size 6.
This is such a silly thing. But I always feel bad when I hear her little voice calling out... a mixture of confusion and panic and amusement.
I really hope we can potty train soon. I hope she is ready soon.
Mama... pee pee!
Ari's diapers are not fitting well enough. I thought she was in Luv's size 5 but apparently we need to move to Huggies size 6.
This is such a silly thing. But I always feel bad when I hear her little voice calling out... a mixture of confusion and panic and amusement.
I really hope we can potty train soon. I hope she is ready soon.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Husband and Wife
My little sister, Lydia, got married today. It was a beautiful, small wedding at her mother's house... a garden wedding in the back yard with perfect weather and lots of family.
Given the informality of aspects of the wedding, no one said a toast for the bride and groom. I almost offered to do one, but felt a little uncomfortable and a bit shy.
If I had done one, I would have talked about how amazing it was to see Lydia on her wedding day - a radiant bride soon to be a new mother - and to think back on the small little girl I potty trained with Hershey's kisses. She's become a stunning, grounded, insightful, intelligent, and passionate young woman who has found a gentle, loving, kind, funny, dedicated, and generous young man with whom to share her life.
I am so happy for both of them and so grateful to have been able to experience their union on this day.
Given the informality of aspects of the wedding, no one said a toast for the bride and groom. I almost offered to do one, but felt a little uncomfortable and a bit shy.
If I had done one, I would have talked about how amazing it was to see Lydia on her wedding day - a radiant bride soon to be a new mother - and to think back on the small little girl I potty trained with Hershey's kisses. She's become a stunning, grounded, insightful, intelligent, and passionate young woman who has found a gentle, loving, kind, funny, dedicated, and generous young man with whom to share her life.
I am so happy for both of them and so grateful to have been able to experience their union on this day.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Three-part poo
Poo #1
Ari's sneakers, which light up and are easier for her to walk in than her pink shoes with the silver flowers, have poop on them.
My husband keeps forgetting to clean the poop off... and I really don't feel like doing it either.
Poo #2
Ari was taking a bath recently and let me know that she felt like she needed to poop. This was a circumstance worth celebrating for a parent of a soon-to-be 2 year old who is nearing potty training age and seems to sway back and forth in terms of being interested and/or ready to start. So... to be told with a slightly perceptible look of panic or at least concern that a poop was coming (we are in the bathtub, we know we do not poop in the bathtub, ergo panic/concern) was very, very exciting.
What would have been trememdous: to have a little Ari-sized toilet in the bathroom, ready to be used, upon which I could have sat her down and encouraged her to go ahead and poop while keeping her wrapped in a towel so that she wasn't too cold. It would have been perfect - it would have moved us forward through this anxiety-inducing process of potty training about which REAMS of information has been written.
But no. We have no potty... we have no special seat for the regular toilet. We were not prepared... and so our perfect opportunity for a refuse-related teaching moment passed, unsiezed, and I simply tried to praise our daughter as much as possible for recongizing she needed to poop and telling her how proud I was that we had put on her diaper in time.
Poo #3
I think I'm getting the flu... maybe a stomach bug.
It's not good timing.
Ari's sneakers, which light up and are easier for her to walk in than her pink shoes with the silver flowers, have poop on them.
My husband keeps forgetting to clean the poop off... and I really don't feel like doing it either.
Poo #2
Ari was taking a bath recently and let me know that she felt like she needed to poop. This was a circumstance worth celebrating for a parent of a soon-to-be 2 year old who is nearing potty training age and seems to sway back and forth in terms of being interested and/or ready to start. So... to be told with a slightly perceptible look of panic or at least concern that a poop was coming (we are in the bathtub, we know we do not poop in the bathtub, ergo panic/concern) was very, very exciting.
What would have been trememdous: to have a little Ari-sized toilet in the bathroom, ready to be used, upon which I could have sat her down and encouraged her to go ahead and poop while keeping her wrapped in a towel so that she wasn't too cold. It would have been perfect - it would have moved us forward through this anxiety-inducing process of potty training about which REAMS of information has been written.
But no. We have no potty... we have no special seat for the regular toilet. We were not prepared... and so our perfect opportunity for a refuse-related teaching moment passed, unsiezed, and I simply tried to praise our daughter as much as possible for recongizing she needed to poop and telling her how proud I was that we had put on her diaper in time.
Poo #3
I think I'm getting the flu... maybe a stomach bug.
It's not good timing.
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