The cure for some fussy bruisers
Isaac had a bad night last night, waking up miserable and needing somebody three times. I maintain my teething theory, but I can't feel even the slightest hint of a molar trying to break through back there. Sigh. To make up some sleep, he didn't get up till after 8 this morning, but apparently that was not enough because there was whine whine whine Would you like some cheese with your whine? all morning long. I tried to get us out the door and to the park, but after about 15 consecutive time-outs it started getting late and the whines increased in volume and duration. And that's just one kid. Remember how I have two? Toward the end of the whine-a-thon the second one was pooped from just existing and joined the whiner chorus. Can Jacob be put to sleep while Isaac is kicking and screaming "MILKY MILKY MILKY!!!" on the floor? Methinks no.
I had had enough. Today is payday, so it was high time for us to pile in the car and blow some of Dada's hard-earned money.
We went to KMart, which accomplished three tasks at once.
1) The drive there put Jacob to sleep. Three hours later, he is still unconscious in his car seat.
2) We picked up some kiddie art supplies (markers, watercolor paints, and paper) I had been thinking about for awhile. Also, inspired by the amazing story of the self-potty-training toddler, we bought our own potty-training gear: a "truck potty" handpicked by the man himself, Pull-Ups (with Buzz Lightyear on 'em!) and Spongebob big-boy underwear. And M&Ms. I think it's time to get a little more involved with the process, because Isaac is obsessed with the Big-Boy potty. While he still gleefully poos in his diaper, whenever he has to go, he leads ME into the bathroom and insists that I perform on the throne ("Mommy, go poo-poo!" he says). He has a separate potty chair, but it just sits in the corner collecting cat hair.
3) Driving always helps Isaac to shut his whine-hole. Especially when accompanied with a shopping trip where we will be buying stuff only for him, and when there will be a slushie for the ride home.
Now, I will not be pushing this potty thing. I just want him to get into it a little more. So, together, we figured out how to install the truck potty.
Did he want to sit on it? Heck, no. But he does think it's cool and liked that it fit on the grown-up potty seat.
Then after we ate lunch and I did the dishes, we played in the kitchen sink with another KMart acquisition, otherwise known as The Coolest Bath Toy in the World.
That was a big hit. I am totally doing the play-in-the-sink thing next time I have to prep for dinner. And it gives me some motivation for scrubbing my sink occasionally.
I had had enough. Today is payday, so it was high time for us to pile in the car and blow some of Dada's hard-earned money.
We went to KMart, which accomplished three tasks at once.
1) The drive there put Jacob to sleep. Three hours later, he is still unconscious in his car seat.
2) We picked up some kiddie art supplies (markers, watercolor paints, and paper) I had been thinking about for awhile. Also, inspired by the amazing story of the self-potty-training toddler, we bought our own potty-training gear: a "truck potty" handpicked by the man himself, Pull-Ups (with Buzz Lightyear on 'em!) and Spongebob big-boy underwear. And M&Ms. I think it's time to get a little more involved with the process, because Isaac is obsessed with the Big-Boy potty. While he still gleefully poos in his diaper, whenever he has to go, he leads ME into the bathroom and insists that I perform on the throne ("Mommy, go poo-poo!" he says). He has a separate potty chair, but it just sits in the corner collecting cat hair.
3) Driving always helps Isaac to shut his whine-hole. Especially when accompanied with a shopping trip where we will be buying stuff only for him, and when there will be a slushie for the ride home.
Now, I will not be pushing this potty thing. I just want him to get into it a little more. So, together, we figured out how to install the truck potty.
Did he want to sit on it? Heck, no. But he does think it's cool and liked that it fit on the grown-up potty seat.
Then after we ate lunch and I did the dishes, we played in the kitchen sink with another KMart acquisition, otherwise known as The Coolest Bath Toy in the World.
That was a big hit. I am totally doing the play-in-the-sink thing next time I have to prep for dinner. And it gives me some motivation for scrubbing my sink occasionally.
posted by Claire at 2:27 PM
2 Comments:
Throw a half dozen cheerios in the potty; stand him on a stool; and tell him to sink them. The kid will be peeing in the pot (with good aim, even) in no time.
Ha! That's a great idea. I had heard the same thing about using goldfish crackers, but since he likes those (and not so much Cheerios anymore) I feared the whole trying-to-eat-food-soaked-in-potty-water thing.
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