Sunday, April 17, 2011

Sometimes, when there isn't much to physically accomplish, my mind wonders off...

Do I like it when he screams "poopoop!" when i'm about to get mad at him (in order to sit safely on the potty)? Or "look bird!look car!" when he wants to run off somewhere without me, or pretend to be picking something from the floor to put into his mouth just when i'm busy?( I know he's being smart when doing this because he's done it to me several times with the same intention successfully).

Why are the terrible twos so terrible? He wants to press every crazy button I ever seem to have. And sometimes I have a feeling I'd love to oblige him with a very convincing reaction. Sigh...

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Potty Training Week 3

Potty training is ... (rolling my eyes, popping my eyes, and sighing)

Ok. So we're three weeks and three days in the process. We've just started because for some babies, it could take months, some shorter. Ozzy and I don't have it down yet. And we make more misses than hits. But we certainly know when to use the potty.

Here it goes, by order of importance:
1. Sanctuary. When he wants to get away from something -- he calls poopoo!poopoo! when he doesn't want ice on his swelling forehead, or to change his shirt, or me to do something important. We sit on the potty and nobody touches him nor do I busy myself with anything for a while.
2. Prize. He sits on the potty for an oreo cookie.
3. To actually poop or pee. This rarely happens on purpose. I spend most of the time, yanking him from where he is and sitting him on the "poop chair" perplexed about the trail of pee or poop we left behind.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

What happens...

What happens when you feel that something’s off with your son? You scramble for answers on and offline. You run to the doctor or whoever it is that can solve the issue. You look at your finances and see if you can afford the solution. Solve it as fast as you can.

What happens when you feel like something’s wrong with you? You shrug it off your shoulder and think, blaahhh. You’re fine. When you’re free or you remember, you’ll have it checked. You put it off. You don't take it seriously. Six months later, you are reminded of it. You have it checked.  Doctor wants it checked ASAP on ultrasound. All your wonderful memories with your son are relived in the waiting room.  You get the ultrasound (cleared). Then, you write about it in third person.