We had a great weekend celebrating Fuss's birthday!
We also seem to be having some success on the potty-training front. On Thursday, I switched to a chart method. I give her a star for her chart every time she successfully goes potty on the potty as long as she doesn't have any type of accident - be it in her pants or on the floor or whatever. Not even a little. I had a chart from the back of one of her books on PTing and there are 4 rows of 11 places for stars. At the end of each line (11 spots) she gets a bigger sticker and a prize from the "prize bag" ($ store gifts) and I've told her that once the whole chart is full, we will go to Target and buy her a gift of her choice. (I'm planning on a $20 limit, but we haven't discussed that yet.) Since she's been loving to "shop" lately, I think that is part of the motivation.
Whatever the deal is, she is doing it. Even while we were away, she did SO good. We still have daily accidents, but they are fewer and further between and usually they have to do with waiting or too much excitement and chaos. But she's getting pretty good at holding it, even, so things are looking up.
We had a great, if tiring, weekend. We were out SO late on Friday night - we didn't sit down to dinner out until after 7:30 and then it took FOREVER. Then Fuss would just NOT settle down once we got back to the hotel - she just kept popping up and wanting to talk and be up, etc. We were in a room with a set of bunk beds, a twin bed that my MIL slept on and a king. But she didn't want to settle until all the lights were off and we were settled, too, etc. It was crazy. I don't think she went to sleep until after 11.
And then, the next day she didn't get a nap because we were at the park. But that night, she finally slept good that night, thank goodness, despite the fact that my MIL had to get up at 1:30 to be at her volunteer post for the race (she was volunteering for the Disney Princess Race that my SILs were running) by 3:30am. (Insanity!) (Can you tell, that I wasn't so lucky as to sleep through her waking and rummaging around?)
We saw Shamu, which, unfortunately was a bit of a disappointment after the last time Daddy Fuss and I were there. (We haven't been there in about 3 years, I think, but regardless, it was long before the bad accident they had last year and I couldn't tell if they were more timid because of that or what the story was...) But Fuss had fun seeing the sea lions, otter and walrus at the Clyde and Seymour show, Shamu and friends (including a baby and several more whales - I think at one point there was about 7 whales in the tank), dolphins, rays and penguins. She also got to ride her first roller coaster in their little kid part.
I cannot believe she is 3. It baffles me. When did she get so big? When did her little short legs get so long? When did she get so smart? When did her hair get so long?
She got the tutu I mentioned previously for her birthday and I was heart-broken when she didn't immediately want to put it on (she told me it was "scratchy" which I remember saying when I was her age, but this tutu was WAY softer than the tulle of my own childhood) but once I convinced her to put it on... well, she spent half of the afternoon yesterday dancing around in her tutu and it was SO cute.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
A good one...
I spent my Thursday very differently from most Thursdays. I sat on the floor of my living room with my children and I played toddler games. I spun her new Princess tops, I played Strawberry Shortcake Memory, I bowled a rubber bowling ball into foam pins. We watched a movie together and I read her stories. I tickled my son and made him giggle. I did almost nothing productive, but my children were happy. It was a good day.
Despite the potty wars continuing (we had some success today! I changed tactics and it seems to be working) it was a really good day. Despite my husband being gone for more than 13 hours straight and missing the bulk of the time the kids were awake... somehow, it was mostly a good day.
The last few hours were tough. Trying to get SOMETHING done, dinner, fussy baby, (and having to give him medicine in smaller doses, twice as often), coughing myself and blowing my nose several dozen times... I had a good day.
Friday (today) is Fuss's 3rd birthday. I cannot believe she is 3. It's amazing. More later.
Despite the potty wars continuing (we had some success today! I changed tactics and it seems to be working) it was a really good day. Despite my husband being gone for more than 13 hours straight and missing the bulk of the time the kids were awake... somehow, it was mostly a good day.
The last few hours were tough. Trying to get SOMETHING done, dinner, fussy baby, (and having to give him medicine in smaller doses, twice as often), coughing myself and blowing my nose several dozen times... I had a good day.
Friday (today) is Fuss's 3rd birthday. I cannot believe she is 3. It's amazing. More later.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Bodily fluids
I had no time to post yesterday. None. I JUST realized that I didn't write the memorial I was going to write for the member of my "family" who passed away on Monday.
I was peed on, pooped on, and puked on yesterday, and all during the hours my husband was at work. In between bodily functions, I worked on cleaning the house and readying it for Fuss's family birthday party last night. This is included a run to the grocery store to pick up her "pretty cake", as she had asked for a store-bought cake this year after drooling over the beautifully decorated cakes every week as we grocery shop. (Our local branch of the grocery store houses the district bakery, so the biggest and most talented bakers and cake decorators all work there.)
She really struggled with the potty training yesterday and I was SO tired of mopping up pee puddles, especially since I was trying to CLEAN the house. Little Man started having explosive diapers in reaction to the antibiotics he is on. When I first got him up, I discovered that his diaper was so full, it shot up the back of him, all through his onesie and all over both of us. There were more of those to come. He spit up all of his second breakfast all over me and my bed and if that wasn't enough, he had some projectile vomiting after his afternoon nap that ended up all over my bed. He then proceeded to spit up/throw up his entire portion of milk all over me, the floor and the chair I usually sit in (thus prompting a second bath for him, and 3rd change of clothes for myself). By this time, I was so stressed and panicked that the baby was ill and that things weren't going to get done around the house. As it was, my husband and my SIL had to help me finish getting the kids ready and getting the meal ready. I later had to change yet again when yet another explosive diaper occurred and leaked all over me.
It was, pardon the pun, a crappy day. And one I don't wish to repeat. We're spreading out his antibiotic now to hopefully decrease the chances of more vomit.
I was peed on, pooped on, and puked on yesterday, and all during the hours my husband was at work. In between bodily functions, I worked on cleaning the house and readying it for Fuss's family birthday party last night. This is included a run to the grocery store to pick up her "pretty cake", as she had asked for a store-bought cake this year after drooling over the beautifully decorated cakes every week as we grocery shop. (Our local branch of the grocery store houses the district bakery, so the biggest and most talented bakers and cake decorators all work there.)
She really struggled with the potty training yesterday and I was SO tired of mopping up pee puddles, especially since I was trying to CLEAN the house. Little Man started having explosive diapers in reaction to the antibiotics he is on. When I first got him up, I discovered that his diaper was so full, it shot up the back of him, all through his onesie and all over both of us. There were more of those to come. He spit up all of his second breakfast all over me and my bed and if that wasn't enough, he had some projectile vomiting after his afternoon nap that ended up all over my bed. He then proceeded to spit up/throw up his entire portion of milk all over me, the floor and the chair I usually sit in (thus prompting a second bath for him, and 3rd change of clothes for myself). By this time, I was so stressed and panicked that the baby was ill and that things weren't going to get done around the house. As it was, my husband and my SIL had to help me finish getting the kids ready and getting the meal ready. I later had to change yet again when yet another explosive diaper occurred and leaked all over me.
It was, pardon the pun, a crappy day. And one I don't wish to repeat. We're spreading out his antibiotic now to hopefully decrease the chances of more vomit.
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