Potty Training

This little story was too funny not to share.   Today I had a painted come in to give me an estimate on painting several rooms of our home, of course, now that we plan to sell it in the next year and I won’t really get to enjoy it.  Oh well.  If all goes well, it should be done next week.  And if it turns out well, I’ll post the painter’s info here too.

But, the toddler is currently really getting into the potty training and I’m very impressed, as he won’t be 3 until August, and he’s a boy.  Just this week, he’s become fairly consistent in excusing himself to go potty when he feels the urge, without us having to ask him to go.  Today however, this resulted in what could have been a quite embarrassing situation.  The potty is currently sitting in our living room.  As I was escorting the painter through the various rooms, we walked back into the living room, where the toddler was standing with his pants down around his ankles.  I became aware of this as I heard the painter say, “Pull up your pants kid.”   To which the toddler responded, “look, I pooped” and held up the removable container from the potty, and he had indeed pooped.

Fortunately, the painter is a kind guy and has a sense of humor.  But, this is the first time the toddler has met this person, and I found it amusing how very comfortable he had already become around him.  And I thought it was amusing when the painter first arrived that the toddler wanted to “show him my truck paintings.”

Like I said, I’ll let you know how the painting goes.

Until next time,

Lorelei

Weekend Wedding

Kids say the darndest things.

During a wedding I was in a couple of weeks ago, the pastor was sharing a story about his children from the day before.  It was an example of how carefully we need to listen to each other, and not always assume that what we have said has been understood.  He has five children ranging in age from 3 to 14 years old.    Apparently the two youngest daughters were with him and his wife on the day of the wedding rehearsal, and they had asked where their dad was going.     His wife said, “Your dad is going to marry a woman from church.”     The 3 year old said, “But, I don’t want daddy to marry anyone else!”   The 5 year old’s response was, “I’m staying with mommy!”     The 3 year old then proceeded to take sides with dad.    Obviously they had to explain what it meant to “marry someone” in the context of performing a weddign ceremony.   But what a comical story.    And how true is it that we all need to learn to both listen better as well as to be aware of those times when what we are communicating may not be perfectly clear to the listener.

Until next time,

Lorelei

Only a Mom Would Care

This morning was very exciting for me and for our son.   As I was changing his diaper I noticed he was dry, so I asked him if he wanted to go potty.    He’s tried periodically to go, and ocassionally there’s a trickle, but today he was sitting there and I had no idea anything had happened, but when he stood up, the toddler potty was half-full!     I made a huge deal, I was so happy for him, and completely shocked.    He’d done such a good job.    It’s so amazing to me what children accomplish each day.

See, told you only a mom would care.

Until next time,

Lorelei
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My Son is So Awesome to Me

I just wanted to write something bright and cheery today.    I love my life.    Yesterday I was talking with some friends at work about how I am looking forward to turning 30 next year.    I’d take being 30 yeras old over being 20 years old any day.    Life is so much about attitude and about looking forward.    I have by no means had an idyllic life, though I certainly feel as though I am blessed with one now, and as a friend reminded me at lunch this week, I need to stop feeling guilty about that.   I dealt with enough in life up until now that I should finally allow myself to enjoy the life I have now.

So, I am going to.    Yesterday was great.    I was standing on my neighbors’ front lawn talking to them and their twin daughters through the front window, when I turned around and saw that the hubby had our 23 month old son on his toddler tricycle (kinda like a Big Wheels, but easier to ride) and my son was peddling the tricycle all by himself!    He was so proud and was showing off for the twins.   And I was so proud that I would have cried if it wasn’t for the fact I was standing there talking to my neighbor.

Everyday our son is less of a baby and more of a toddler growing into a little man.    It’s so awesome to watch.   He’s even lost his little baby Buddha belly!    I know how parents all talk about how awesome their kid is and I know in their eyes it is true…I don’t care if anyone thinks our son is awesome…because he is awesome to me!

Until next time,

Lorelei
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Bubbles

I’m sharing this post that I friend of mine had written on her MySpace blog at the beginning of May. It was just too cute and too spot on to not share here.

Bubbles

Right after work last night I got Cameron all ready to go to the grocery store with me. I was in a rush, and because of that it was hurry here, and scurry there. And I hate nothing more than rushing my child’s life – he already changes too fast…At the store; since I know we’ll be spending a lot more time outside – I buy bubbles. Bubbles for home and bubbles for the trailer.

The first thing I do when I get home is haul all the groceries in. It was nice outside, so I took Cameron’s seat out of the car and set him in the driveway so he could enjoy the fresh air, while he watched me. I pick up the last bag and the bubbles fall out, so I set them on the bumper of the car. I go back out to get Cameron and I figure “What the heck? I’ll just blow some bubbles for him real quick.” Now mind you, He’s just mastered “Object Permanence” which means – things still exist, even if they are not in his sight. (Drop a toy on the floor – It doesn’t magically disappear – its right there- on the floor.) Anyway – So I blow the bubbles and he is amazed. However the ones that burst on his foot are gone? Where did they go? He’s looking all over. Then he’s brave enough to start touching them – of course, they pop. More confusion in his eyes, but it’s fun anyway! At this point I’m enjoying watching him as much as he’s enjoying these magical orbs of reflected light. I sit on the side step and continue for I don’t know how long. At this point he’s laughing hysterically, trying to kick them, eat them, or just catch one and look at it closely (which of course, he can’t do.) He finally looks up at me like; “Ok what’s next?” so I pack the bubbles away and bring him in.

The frozen foods are soft, the ice cream is melting, and the cats have eaten through their brand new bag of dry cat food. Who cares? Playing with my son & sharing in his laughter for an unrushed, unspecified amount of time would have been worth a cart full of spoiled groceries!

Thanks to my friend for allowing me to share this!

Lorelei

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