Showing posts with label RC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RC. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Life - A Snapshot
Background:
HRH's class has been given a few disposable cameras and an assignment to take pictures of their house, neighborhood, favorite room, family, etc. HRH is the last in the class to take the camera home. There were about seven or eight pictures left.
Scene:
Manic Mommy stepping out of the shower, naked as the day she was born (clearly, you can already see where this is headed).
A knock on the door.
RC enters carrying disposable camera that is part of HRH's homework.
RC: I just want to take one picture.
MM (mirror strategically behind her, of course) simultaneously reaches for a towel and the camera. Screeches: NOOOOO!!! Don't take the picture!!
Options:
1. Run camera over with newly-repaired truck.
2. Develop all pictures to determine if nudie pic of naked mommy was, in fact taken. Also to be taken into consideration: person working the photo desk at Target.
3. Hand the camera back to kindergarten teacher and hope for the best.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Potty Mouth
Psst, Clorox:Wanna make a mint? Invent a non-toxic, drinkable bleach product. And here's why:
Item 1: We are at my sister's house and RC has just completed his first successful peep of the new potty-training season. Manic Mommy is at the sink washing her hands after assisting with said endeavor. RC spies the plunger parked next to Auntie's toilet. Before MM can reach him/screech loud enough to wake the dead, RC has upended the plumber's helper and licks. it. Various washing and rinsing ensues. But where's the bleach?
Item 2: First Day of preschool. Andy has taken the day off to accompany RC to orientation while MM attends HRH's Welcome Mass. After we pick up HRH, we take the boys to Friendly's for an ice cream. Except for RC, we each order what turns out to be a pretty meager portion and consequently begin taking little bites from RC's massive make-your-own-sundae.
It is with the taste of hot fudge and Reeses Pieces still upon my tongue that Andy suddenly remembers the men's room incident that had taken place not ten minutes earlier:
RC is standing in front of the toilet having already
Andy acted fast but of course, the damage was already done. He proceeded to make RC rinse his mouth out and wash his face/lips/hands with Friendly soap. But again, where's the bleach?
Did I mention that I was eating RC's ice cream as the story unfolded? What's a mom to do? I buy fluoride-free toothpaste for him because that's dangerous if ingested. How about the most germ-laden surfaces know to mom?
Please tell me your worst. Am I the only mother with a really, gross little kid?Let me know that his immune system is strong enough to handle it - and that it. will. stop.
Sincerely,
Friday, September 5, 2008
The Potty Whisperer - A Fable
You know how our brains forget the pain of childbirth as a way of ensuring the propagation of the species? There are some other things that our brains hide from us because if we remembered the trauma, we'd never willingly go through it again. For me, it's potty training. I suck at it. It's been two weeks and one day and as I look at RC dancing around in yet another pair of Diego big boy underwear, I think it might be okay to talk about without fear of breaking the spell.
Two Thursdays ago, as I was stepping into the shower HRH screeched upstairs at his most ear-splitting decibel that RC had just peed on the living room rug. Same shit, different day or something like that. I stood in the shower trying to calm down, taking deep yogic breaths, and reviewing my options.
I could-. Tried. Failed.
Maybe if-. Tried. Failed.
What about-? Tried. Failed.
Post shower and no more prepared to deal, I went into RC's room and grabbed two pair of 'big boy underwear' from his drawer. I stomped into the living room (avoiding the pee spot) and held up both pair. "Is it going to be Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or Speed Racer?" Huh? "Because I'm throwing all your diapers away. We. are. done."
I then proceeded to take every diaper in the house and toss it in the trash. I wasn't enthusiastic, I wasn't encouraging, I didn't begin to address the rug incident. And I would brook no argument. I resigned myself to never entering a bathroom alone until we were done, packed up seven or eight changes of clothes, and left the house. The boy went about six hours without peeing before finally giving in - in the potty.
Initially, I thought my timing was way off. We were leaving the next day for Storyland. But wait! Daddy would be along for this ride. And so it was, like so many other projects in our marriage, I started the ball rolling and my husband, God bless him, carried it through to completion! He nagged, he cajoled, he sat on the lip of the bathtub and read endless books and offered encouragement. And in the end, my boy was trained! He got his bike last Saturday.
My husband, The Potty Whisperer.
Two Thursdays ago, as I was stepping into the shower HRH screeched upstairs at his most ear-splitting decibel that RC had just peed on the living room rug. Same shit, different day or something like that. I stood in the shower trying to calm down, taking deep yogic breaths, and reviewing my options.
I could-. Tried. Failed.
Maybe if-. Tried. Failed.
What about-? Tried. Failed.
Post shower and no more prepared to deal, I went into RC's room and grabbed two pair of 'big boy underwear' from his drawer. I stomped into the living room (avoiding the pee spot) and held up both pair. "Is it going to be Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or Speed Racer?" Huh? "Because I'm throwing all your diapers away. We. are. done."
I then proceeded to take every diaper in the house and toss it in the trash. I wasn't enthusiastic, I wasn't encouraging, I didn't begin to address the rug incident. And I would brook no argument. I resigned myself to never entering a bathroom alone until we were done, packed up seven or eight changes of clothes, and left the house. The boy went about six hours without peeing before finally giving in - in the potty.
Initially, I thought my timing was way off. We were leaving the next day for Storyland. But wait! Daddy would be along for this ride. And so it was, like so many other projects in our marriage, I started the ball rolling and my husband, God bless him, carried it through to completion! He nagged, he cajoled, he sat on the lip of the bathtub and read endless books and offered encouragement. And in the end, my boy was trained! He got his bike last Saturday.
My husband, The Potty Whisperer.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
We Can't Have Nice Thingz - The (letter between R and T) Edition
Five Weekz. I don't know what I'm complaining about. I mean, my lovely, lovely laptop waz whole and complete with all 26 letter keyz pluzz all thoze otherz for a whole five weekz.
Now we have thiz:
And, following my attemptz at repair, we have thiz:
(Iz it juzt me or doez four piecez for a button the zize of my ring finger pad zeem a little excezzive?)
Damn you, June Cleaver Nirvana and your damn Pot Luck! If I weren't on your zite, RC might have actually recieved my attention and not climbed onto my lap to flick the (letter between R and T) right off my keyboard!
What waz that? You were zerving me up an AWARD when thiz occurred?
Um. Never mind. I'm delighted! You make my day everyday! Ezpecially thoze witty and wonderful pot luckz!
Now we have thiz:
And, following my attemptz at repair, we have thiz:
(Iz it juzt me or doez four piecez for a button the zize of my ring finger pad zeem a little excezzive?)
Damn you, June Cleaver Nirvana and your damn Pot Luck! If I weren't on your zite, RC might have actually recieved my attention and not climbed onto my lap to flick the (letter between R and T) right off my keyboard!
What waz that? You were zerving me up an AWARD when thiz occurred?
Um. Never mind. I'm delighted! You make my day everyday! Ezpecially thoze witty and wonderful pot luckz!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Vacation Moments
HRH: His Royal Halibut...we couldn't keep him out of the water.
RC in his Hawaiian Elmo "bagging suit"
My mom and I went out one night and Andy got the boys out of bed to catch a rainbow. I hope you can see it.
I can't recommend the Pirate Adventure highly enough for ages 3 to about 7 or 8. Arrr.
Yes, I was wearing a blue golf shirt and khaki shorts also. No, we didn't do this every day. They boys and Andy were a coincidence, then I saw it and decided to geek out and join in. Andy called us the Griswolds.
RC in his Hawaiian Elmo "bagging suit"
My mom and I went out one night and Andy got the boys out of bed to catch a rainbow. I hope you can see it.I can't recommend the Pirate Adventure highly enough for ages 3 to about 7 or 8. Arrr.Yes, I was wearing a blue golf shirt and khaki shorts also. No, we didn't do this every day. They boys and Andy were a coincidence, then I saw it and decided to geek out and join in. Andy called us the Griswolds.Bless him, Andy got up every morning around 6:30 with the boys to go fishing. By Wednesday, they had yet to catch anything. He thinks it had less to do with his skills as a fisherman and more to do with the large number of rocks being thrown into the water beside the fishing lines. 
At this point, it was time to find a boat. Let me give a shout out to another local, Cap't Danny and Clamneck Charters, who have a very kid-centric 1 1/2 hour catch-and-release fishing trip staying inside Lewis Bay. Each kid must have caught at least a school of porgies.
We had a fantatic deck off our bedroom where we were able to set up a telescope and show the boys the moon close up.
I don't think they made it to bed at the correct time the entire week. Vacations are about saying 'yes' more than you normally can.
Maybe they'll be astronauts or astronomers.
At this point, it was time to find a boat. Let me give a shout out to another local, Cap't Danny and Clamneck Charters, who have a very kid-centric 1 1/2 hour catch-and-release fishing trip staying inside Lewis Bay. Each kid must have caught at least a school of porgies.
We had a fantatic deck off our bedroom where we were able to set up a telescope and show the boys the moon close up.
I don't think they made it to bed at the correct time the entire week. Vacations are about saying 'yes' more than you normally can.
Maybe they'll be astronauts or astronomers.
Or maybe they'll just remember another family vacation on the Cape.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Scenes (to and) from an Italian Restaurant
Scene 1: Mommy's car. The eight minute drive to meet Andy at a local Italian restaurant.
HRH (age 5): RC? Do you beat me up because you want to be like me?
MM (springs like a cat, sensing an opening): You know, RC, HRH does peeps and poops in the potty...
RC (age 3): Sure, HRH. I want to be like you. (what.ev.)
HRH (this, he can understand): Oh! Okay! When you and I have some private time, I'll show you so you can be more like me.
RC (already losing interest in the topic): Okay.
HRH (mentoring-ly): RC, do you want to sing the ABCs?
Manic Mommy smiles slyly...brotherly love and potty training.
RC (in perfect pitch): A B C D...I don't like you...
Manic Mommy sighs...
~~~~~~~~
Scene 2: Upon arriving in parking lot where Daddy is waiting to point out the spot next to his car.
HRH and RC (excitedly): Daddy!
Daddy: Hi Boys!
RC (as Daddy extricates him from the car): Daddy! We beat you here!
~~~~~~~~~
Scene 3: Upon arriving home in Daddy's car as Manic Mommy extricates RC from his carseat.
RC (enthusiastically): Mommy, I like Daddy better than you!
MM bites tongue...almost bedtime
HRH (age 5): RC? Do you beat me up because you want to be like me?
MM (springs like a cat, sensing an opening): You know, RC, HRH does peeps and poops in the potty...
RC (age 3): Sure, HRH. I want to be like you. (what.ev.)
HRH (this, he can understand): Oh! Okay! When you and I have some private time, I'll show you so you can be more like me.
RC (already losing interest in the topic): Okay.
HRH (mentoring-ly): RC, do you want to sing the ABCs?
Manic Mommy smiles slyly...brotherly love and potty training.
RC (in perfect pitch): A B C D...I don't like you...
Manic Mommy sighs...
~~~~~~~~
Scene 2: Upon arriving in parking lot where Daddy is waiting to point out the spot next to his car.
HRH and RC (excitedly): Daddy!
Daddy: Hi Boys!
RC (as Daddy extricates him from the car): Daddy! We beat you here!
~~~~~~~~~
Scene 3: Upon arriving home in Daddy's car as Manic Mommy extricates RC from his carseat.
RC (enthusiastically): Mommy, I like Daddy better than you!
MM bites tongue...almost bedtime
Monday, July 7, 2008
Won Word Meme
Last week, I joined AllMediocre in the interest of getting a little more traffic to my site (cause I need validation like that) and I'm always interested in reading blogs that might have something in common with mine. Since then, I've been having a good time linking around (cause I'm a bit of a blog slut like that) and reading new friends.
Tonight, I linked onto A Mom Two Boys (cause it sounds familiar) and was on post number 5 or 6 before I realized that it was Meghan who had actually founded All Mediocre (cause I'm sharp like that).
Meghan was tagged with a meme in which you have to answer each question with only one word. Her answers were cute and funny but what made them unusual was that she included a second set of answers expanding on her original single-word answer. I'm stealing both the meme and the extended mix version (cause I like to pay homage like that). I'm also adding A Mom Two Boys to my feeds (cause I like her style).
1. Where is your cell phone? Bag
2. Your significant other? Andy
3. Your hair? Curly
4. Your mother? Me
5. Your father? Dead
6. Your favorite thing? Sleep
7. Your dream last night? ??
8 Your favorite drink? Wine
9. Your dream/goal? Retirement
10. The room you’re in? Kitchen
11. Your hobby? Yoga
12. Your fear? Trouble
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Designing
14. What you’re not? Confident
15. Muffins? Eh
16. One of your wish list items? Bath
17. Where you grew up? Bostonish
18. The last thing you did? TV
19. What are you wearing? Shorts
20. Favorite Gadget? Cell
21. Your pets? Superfluous
22. Your computer? New!!
23. Your mood? Eh
24. Missing someone? Yeah
25. Your car? Hazmat
26. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes
27. Favorite store? Target
28. Like someone? Huz
29. Your favorite color? Green
30. When was the last time you laughed? 4:00-ish
31. Last time you cried? Years
Now the DJ-AM Extended Club Mix:
1. Where is your cell phone? In my purse. Mostly dead. I have to remember to charge it when I'm home because the majority of my car trips are too short to get a good charge.
2. Your significant other? Andy. Just called me into the living room to watch Princess Leah in chains
3. Your hair? Curly. I got it cut over a week ago but still haven't bothered to style it because it's been too humid. And humid + curly = frizz.
4. Your mother? Me. I know what I'm going to be 22 years from now. Always have.
5. Your father? Dead. I let that sleeping dog lie.
6. Your favorite thing? Sleep. Sad, but at this juncture, probably true.
7. Your dream last night? I dreamed a 3-year-old kept getting out of his bed and coming into mine. Oh...wait...
8 Your favorite drink? Wine or maybe Tea. No. Wine.
9. Your dream/goal? Retirement. Summer on the Cape. Winter in Naples, Fl. Freelancing if we want to. And as long as it doesn't interfere with travel or golf.
10. The room you’re in? Kitchen. Because I need to be sitting at a table or desk to type well.
11. Your hobby? Yoga. It goes with that whole mind/body/spirit thing I'm working on.
12. Your fear? Trouble. AKA something bad happening to my family.
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Designing. The plan is that after the boys are in school full time, I go back to Boston Architectural College to study interior design. It's good to be nearly 40 and finally figure out what you want to be when you grow up.
14. What you’re not? Confident. I'll let that one stand alone for now as well
15. Muffins? Eh. Brownies on the other hand...
16. One of your wish list items? Bath. As in Master. Whenever we talk about a new house, that is an absolute. The definition of true luxury.
17. Where you grew up? Bostonish. Basically, I've lived in two towns my whole life.
18. The last thing you did? TV. I love almost anything on HGTV. Tonight it was Curb Appeal and Hidden Potential. I can't be bothered to link them.
19. What are you wearing? Shorts. It's 9:46 and still 80 degrees outside. The kitchen temp is 74.7 in case you were interested.
20. Favorite Gadget? Cell phone. I don't know anyone's phone number, I just know their speed dial. I also keep my appointments in there, and take lots of pictures.
21. Your pets? Superfluous. Not true but I needed just one word. They were my practice babies. While we're on vacation, we're making my sister stay at my mother's house so Maddie doesn't need to go to a kennel because at 8 years old, my dog has never spent a single night by herself. I don't think she knows she's a dog and not a person.
22. Your computer? New!! The funny thing is I needed a laptop so I could blog anywhere yet somehow I always end up in the kitchen.
23. Your mood? Eh. I'm in kind of a weird place right now. The boys are kicking my ass and I'm having trouble getting back in the zone.
24. Missing someone? Yeah. My best friend, Chris. It's a long story.
25. Your car? Hazmat. Not only is it my car but it's the family car, too. Just today, I proposed we hang onto it for a boat hauler/winter vehicle for Andy because the trade in will be junk anyway. This will leave me free to get something that still works for the kids and us but has a little more style/better fuel economy. I'm thinking possibly a CR-V.
26. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes. Now it's 79.7 degrees outside
27. Favorite store? Target. Where else can you go to buy a printer ink cartridge, personal lubricant, and five pounds of almonds? Exactly.
28. Like someone? Huz. Andy and I have these 'dates' where we sit in the kitchen, drink wine, and talk. It's sort of nice after 8 years of marriage to still have something to say to one another.
29. Your favorite color? Green (like my cooking)
30. When was the last time you laughed? Earlier. When I came downstairs and found a naked RC coming in the back door stating "I just peed on the deck."
31. Last time you cried? Years. My mom calls us 'the frozen chosen.' Just keep pushing those emotions down, pushing them down.
And hey, look! I'm breaking with tradition and tagging JCK at Motherscribe (cause she's going to Blogher and I'm soooo envious) and Fran at Merlot Mom (cause she is too, dammit!).
Tonight, I linked onto A Mom Two Boys (cause it sounds familiar) and was on post number 5 or 6 before I realized that it was Meghan who had actually founded All Mediocre (cause I'm sharp like that).
Meghan was tagged with a meme in which you have to answer each question with only one word. Her answers were cute and funny but what made them unusual was that she included a second set of answers expanding on her original single-word answer. I'm stealing both the meme and the extended mix version (cause I like to pay homage like that). I'm also adding A Mom Two Boys to my feeds (cause I like her style).
1. Where is your cell phone? Bag
2. Your significant other? Andy
3. Your hair? Curly
4. Your mother? Me
5. Your father? Dead
6. Your favorite thing? Sleep
7. Your dream last night? ??
8 Your favorite drink? Wine
9. Your dream/goal? Retirement
10. The room you’re in? Kitchen
11. Your hobby? Yoga
12. Your fear? Trouble
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Designing
14. What you’re not? Confident
15. Muffins? Eh
16. One of your wish list items? Bath
17. Where you grew up? Bostonish
18. The last thing you did? TV
19. What are you wearing? Shorts
20. Favorite Gadget? Cell
21. Your pets? Superfluous
22. Your computer? New!!
23. Your mood? Eh
24. Missing someone? Yeah
25. Your car? Hazmat
26. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes
27. Favorite store? Target
28. Like someone? Huz
29. Your favorite color? Green
30. When was the last time you laughed? 4:00-ish
31. Last time you cried? Years
Now the DJ-AM Extended Club Mix:
1. Where is your cell phone? In my purse. Mostly dead. I have to remember to charge it when I'm home because the majority of my car trips are too short to get a good charge.
2. Your significant other? Andy. Just called me into the living room to watch Princess Leah in chains
3. Your hair? Curly. I got it cut over a week ago but still haven't bothered to style it because it's been too humid. And humid + curly = frizz.
4. Your mother? Me. I know what I'm going to be 22 years from now. Always have.
5. Your father? Dead. I let that sleeping dog lie.
6. Your favorite thing? Sleep. Sad, but at this juncture, probably true.
7. Your dream last night? I dreamed a 3-year-old kept getting out of his bed and coming into mine. Oh...wait...
8 Your favorite drink? Wine or maybe Tea. No. Wine.
9. Your dream/goal? Retirement. Summer on the Cape. Winter in Naples, Fl. Freelancing if we want to. And as long as it doesn't interfere with travel or golf.
10. The room you’re in? Kitchen. Because I need to be sitting at a table or desk to type well.
11. Your hobby? Yoga. It goes with that whole mind/body/spirit thing I'm working on.
12. Your fear? Trouble. AKA something bad happening to my family.
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Designing. The plan is that after the boys are in school full time, I go back to Boston Architectural College to study interior design. It's good to be nearly 40 and finally figure out what you want to be when you grow up.
14. What you’re not? Confident. I'll let that one stand alone for now as well
15. Muffins? Eh. Brownies on the other hand...
16. One of your wish list items? Bath. As in Master. Whenever we talk about a new house, that is an absolute. The definition of true luxury.
17. Where you grew up? Bostonish. Basically, I've lived in two towns my whole life.
18. The last thing you did? TV. I love almost anything on HGTV. Tonight it was Curb Appeal and Hidden Potential. I can't be bothered to link them.
19. What are you wearing? Shorts. It's 9:46 and still 80 degrees outside. The kitchen temp is 74.7 in case you were interested.
20. Favorite Gadget? Cell phone. I don't know anyone's phone number, I just know their speed dial. I also keep my appointments in there, and take lots of pictures.
21. Your pets? Superfluous. Not true but I needed just one word. They were my practice babies. While we're on vacation, we're making my sister stay at my mother's house so Maddie doesn't need to go to a kennel because at 8 years old, my dog has never spent a single night by herself. I don't think she knows she's a dog and not a person.
22. Your computer? New!! The funny thing is I needed a laptop so I could blog anywhere yet somehow I always end up in the kitchen.
23. Your mood? Eh. I'm in kind of a weird place right now. The boys are kicking my ass and I'm having trouble getting back in the zone.
24. Missing someone? Yeah. My best friend, Chris. It's a long story.
25. Your car? Hazmat. Not only is it my car but it's the family car, too. Just today, I proposed we hang onto it for a boat hauler/winter vehicle for Andy because the trade in will be junk anyway. This will leave me free to get something that still works for the kids and us but has a little more style/better fuel economy. I'm thinking possibly a CR-V.
26. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes. Now it's 79.7 degrees outside
27. Favorite store? Target. Where else can you go to buy a printer ink cartridge, personal lubricant, and five pounds of almonds? Exactly.
28. Like someone? Huz. Andy and I have these 'dates' where we sit in the kitchen, drink wine, and talk. It's sort of nice after 8 years of marriage to still have something to say to one another.
29. Your favorite color? Green (like my cooking)
30. When was the last time you laughed? Earlier. When I came downstairs and found a naked RC coming in the back door stating "I just peed on the deck."
31. Last time you cried? Years. My mom calls us 'the frozen chosen.' Just keep pushing those emotions down, pushing them down.
And hey, look! I'm breaking with tradition and tagging JCK at Motherscribe (cause she's going to Blogher and I'm soooo envious) and Fran at Merlot Mom (cause she is too, dammit!).
Monday, June 30, 2008
Like The New Girl Always Says: "Ask the Internets"
I hate potty training. It's like Groundhog Day for mommies; discuss, cajole, bribe, clean, repeat. Dozens and dozens of times.
I had fooled myself early on. The boys often take baths together and of course, HRH always uses the potty prior to entering the tub. RC was always fascinated with the process and HRH was only too happy to show off his skills in the art of urination. I said to myself and Andy, "potty training with this one's is gonna be a piece of cake". Um yeah. Pride cometh before a fall - or in this case, summer. For a while, RC has clearly displayed all the signs of readiness and I've half-heartedly tried to introduce him to using the toilet. He is not interested. Let me repeat; he wants no part of it.
Last week, RC stepped it up a notch. In addition to removing his own diaper if it was wet, he's begun to take it off immediately after he poops as well, sometimes allowing the contents to drop onto the floor. Upon the first such incident last week, I was dealing with the diaper and the floor while he started running around trying to back into everything - and practically sitting on our poor dog, saying menacingly "I'm gonna get poops on you!"
So now we've got the sticker chart, I've purchased the Halloween sized bags of M&Ms as a bribe for sitting on the potty, I've told him kids with diapers can't go to preschool, and I've promised the kid a BIKE once he's done with diapers.
He's just plain not interested. If it weren't for the shitting in the house thing, I'd probably just blow it off for another month or two. But clearly this activity has upped the ante and it needs to be addressed. The problem is that like so many areas of RC's personality, I'm out of ideas. I don't want to make it a negative but clearly he can not relieve himself where ever he damn well pleases.
Help me Obi Wan; you're my only hope.
Signed -
Pouting About the Potty
I had fooled myself early on. The boys often take baths together and of course, HRH always uses the potty prior to entering the tub. RC was always fascinated with the process and HRH was only too happy to show off his skills in the art of urination. I said to myself and Andy, "potty training with this one's is gonna be a piece of cake". Um yeah. Pride cometh before a fall - or in this case, summer. For a while, RC has clearly displayed all the signs of readiness and I've half-heartedly tried to introduce him to using the toilet. He is not interested. Let me repeat; he wants no part of it.
Last week, RC stepped it up a notch. In addition to removing his own diaper if it was wet, he's begun to take it off immediately after he poops as well, sometimes allowing the contents to drop onto the floor. Upon the first such incident last week, I was dealing with the diaper and the floor while he started running around trying to back into everything - and practically sitting on our poor dog, saying menacingly "I'm gonna get poops on you!"
So now we've got the sticker chart, I've purchased the Halloween sized bags of M&Ms as a bribe for sitting on the potty, I've told him kids with diapers can't go to preschool, and I've promised the kid a BIKE once he's done with diapers.
He's just plain not interested. If it weren't for the shitting in the house thing, I'd probably just blow it off for another month or two. But clearly this activity has upped the ante and it needs to be addressed. The problem is that like so many areas of RC's personality, I'm out of ideas. I don't want to make it a negative but clearly he can not relieve himself where ever he damn well pleases.
Help me Obi Wan; you're my only hope.
Signed -
Pouting About the Potty
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Summer Cold
You wake
With a cough
Too hot
Cozy on the couch
Blanket and pillow
DVD
More juice
We move through the day
Time for bed
Snuggling
Tired boy
You fall right to sleep
You wake coughing and crying, again
I move you to our bed and lie with you
Mommy's here
I kiss your forehead to check your temperature
Still hot
I kiss you again
Just because
You cough
You cry
So tired
I comfort
I love you
With a cough
Too hot
Cozy on the couch
Blanket and pillow
DVD
More juice
We move through the day
Time for bed
Snuggling
Tired boy
You fall right to sleep
You wake coughing and crying, again
I move you to our bed and lie with you
Mommy's here
I kiss your forehead to check your temperature
Still hot
I kiss you again
Just because
You cough
You cry
So tired
I comfort
I love you
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
One Liners
Overheard in our little Cabina Contenta:
Andy: Why don't I make us two more Gin and Tonics?
MM: Have you seen the week I've been having?
Andy: Yeah...
MM: Do you really think it's a good idea for me to begin tomorrow with a hangover?
Andy: Point taken. Water?
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Andy: I can't find the remote.
MM: Well, RC did get into the fireplace today. Did you check there?
Andy: Nope. Just graham crackers.
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Bossy's Ten Word Tuesday Challenge. Life Out of Control Edition:
RC: fish food, and water and, Marshmallow Fluff, oh my!
Andy: Why don't I make us two more Gin and Tonics?
MM: Have you seen the week I've been having?
Andy: Yeah...
MM: Do you really think it's a good idea for me to begin tomorrow with a hangover?
Andy: Point taken. Water?
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Andy: I can't find the remote.
MM: Well, RC did get into the fireplace today. Did you check there?
Andy: Nope. Just graham crackers.
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Bossy's Ten Word Tuesday Challenge. Life Out of Control Edition:
RC: fish food, and water and, Marshmallow Fluff, oh my!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Zoo Field Trip - A Pictorial
This is the Zoo:
This is the school bus carrying HRH and his classmates to the zoo. MM is driving the SUV directly behind the aforementioned schoolbus as everyone knows the schoolbus is the route root of all evil.
This is RC sobbing into his blanket because he is not registed at HRH's preschool until fall and therefore cannot ride the bus.
These are some suicidal flamingos "preening" in stagnant, smelly, brackish water that the Zoo wants you to believe is their preference.
This is the train for which RC found the start button as other kids were boarding.
Untitled. Understood.
This is the school bus carrying HRH and his classmates to the zoo. MM is driving the SUV directly behind the aforementioned schoolbus as everyone knows the schoolbus is the This is RC sobbing into his blanket because he is not registed at HRH's preschool until fall and therefore cannot ride the bus.These are some suicidal flamingos "preening" in stagnant, smelly, brackish water that the Zoo wants you to believe is their preference.
This is the train for which RC found the start button as other kids were boarding.Untitled. Understood.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
We Can't Have Nice Things - Birthday Edition
And with the third birthday, comes the third birthday present from Nana. Behold, the Fisher Price Batmobile ATV:
Last night, fearing potential rain damage, I grabbed it from the front lawn and deposited it in the dining room. Rookie mistake.
This is what the hall floor now looks like. The round-ish scrapes are actually about the size of a quarter and go right down to the bare wood.
It's an outside toy. Serves me right for trying to shower.
Last night, fearing potential rain damage, I grabbed it from the front lawn and deposited it in the dining room. Rookie mistake.
This is what the hall floor now looks like. The round-ish scrapes are actually about the size of a quarter and go right down to the bare wood.It's an outside toy. Serves me right for trying to shower.
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