Sunday, June 28, 2009
Lincoln (sitting on the toilet): "Mom! I'm done pooping!"
Me: "Is it all out?"
Me: "Is there any more coming?"
Lincoln: "Nope. I all done."
So we proceed to wipe, pull up underwear and pants, wash hands, put a sticker on the potty chart, return to our pre-bathroom activities.
- 90 seconds pass -
Lincoln: "Mom . . . I have to poop."
Repeat five to seven times - preferred timing for this routine is bedtime and sacrament meeting and the grocery store.
Friday, June 26, 2009
POTTY TRAINING THE INDEPENDENT ONE:
So we discovered the trick. When Lincoln has to poop, he squirms and whimpers and dances and fights me when I put him on the toilet. BUT . . . I leave him there, screaming to himself, and now we're down to less than a minute before "production" is achieved. This has worked without fail for nearly a week now. In fact, just this morning - moments ago - Lincoln was watching a movie with Ethan and said very calmly, "Mom . . . I have to poop." No fighting. He just did it. *Sigh. Although there were days I didn't think we would, it appears we've made it. We're finally down to just one in diapers.
ETHAN'S GROCERY LIST:
Whew! You made it. If you read this whole post, let me know and I'll send you a gold star.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
And any sport with young children is hilarious to watch. If a child hits the ball, he stands in awe of his achievement until an adult runs runs along side (read: drags) him to first base. If he is playing the field and a ball is hit anywhere within 40 feet, all children in the proximity (at least those who aren't busying themselves picking dandelions) come running and shove each other out of the way in order to be the person to "catch" the ball. Ethan so loved getting the ball that he would even get it for the other team if it ended up near his feet.
This is way better than watching the pros.
On the way home, we were singing silly songs and I was trying really hard to stay upbeat so the three littles in the back didn't melt down and scream all the way home. Out of nowhere, Ethan said:
"Mom, when we die, we will get hanged up on a cross just like Jesus, riiiight?"
I proceeded to explain to him that we aren't all going to die the way Jesus did and that the people who did that to Jesus were not righteous.
"So how are we going to die?"
"I don't know how we'll die, Ethan. Nobody knows exactly how they will die, but I promise you will not be hung on a cross like Jesus."
"But I thought mommies and daddies knew everything . . ."
I didn't have a response for that.
"Lincoln, don't splash."
"Because it makes Heavenly Father sad, and he told us not to do that."
Danika came from Rexburg last weekend to visit for a couple days...and we had so much fun! MY very favorite part - believe it or not - was the short jog Dani and I took to the grocery store to return some movies. I'm not a runner, but it was slow enough to survive . . . and it was fun to just visit. My boys, of course, are totally in love with her. We spent an hour or so on Saturday at the PAC (Pinedale Aquatic Center) - a beautiful rec center that would probably accommodate a town of 20,000. We feel so spoiled to have it to ourselves in this little town of 1800! A GREAT activity for visitors (hint, hint)!
Below are some pictures (albeit fuzzy, but you can still get the feel for the place). There's a huge indoor water slide, a submarine to explore and slide on for the kiddies, lots of water spraying/dumping props, and a built-in lazy river. The PAC also has an 40-foot indoor climbing wall, a indoor "floating" track, racquetball courts, a racing/lap pool, and a gym! We stayed until the little boys' lips were blue and they couldn't handle any more fun. Thanks for coming, Aunt Danika. We miss you already!