P's new potty came in the mail yesterday and we are now on the fast track to big boy pants...maybe. From what I learned in my Toilet Training 101 class, there is not a magic age for toddlers to learn to go potty on the big potty, but "most" toddlers are ready to begin the process between 18 and 24 months. So...now that P is officially 18 months and 7 days...we are going for it.
Here are some signs that lead me to believe he may be ready:
- He seems to know when he is going pee pee or poo pah (as elmo would say). He will hold himself, look at me, and say "uh". I admit, its a little strange that he is grabbing himself...but apparently that's a boy thing.
- He takes a HUGE interest when mommy or daddy are going potty. He HAS to be in the bathroom with us. He will even try and look in the potty while I'm going! Again, slightly weird and almost creepy....but I guess that's what curious toddlers do.
- He knows how to wipe! He will take the toilet paper and then act like he is wiping. It's so cute!
- He LOVES to flush the toilet. Every time mommy says she has to go potty...he is following me...standing by me and waiting for me to give him the sign that he can flush. Then he usually has to flush 3 more times just for fun. And sometimes, he will even wave bye-bye to the pee pee as he is flushing.
- When I ask him if he has poo pah...he nods...and 9 times out of 10 he does!
I did create a little basket of books and toys that I set next to his potty so I can try and hold his interest and get him to sit there longer. Of course, I couldn't resist snapping a shot of him for the first time on his new potty (he'll love me for this in 16 yrs).
Now don't forget, we also have peter potty...the toddler urinal (see left sidebar). I think we will try the sit down potty first and the toddler urinal will be step 2! Wish us luck! Here's where I got P's potty (which so far I love) if you are looking for a potty chair!
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I still like Melissa. She hasn't busted out any psycho crazy annoying moments yet. There's always next week though. I won't be making any more predictions being the fact that I have already been proven wrong at this point. So we'll just have to watch and see....
That's right...the Wii!!!!!!!! I was so against this dang game system until my parents came over tonight and gave it to J for a belated birthday gift. It didn't take me long and my competitive nature started to take over....I wanted to WIN! But so did J!
With a little encouragement from mommy and a little hand holding he was willing to try it out. Keep in mind, he was in the water a TON last summer. My parents have a boat and my bf has a pool...so he is very familiar with the water. I expected him to jump right in.
This is when I thought it was going REALLY well. Boy was I in for a surprise!
Even daddy was convinced that P was gonna be the next Michael Phelps. He was splashing up a storm and for a few moments...I thought he was enjoying the pool more than he enjoys elmo.
He was a little reluctant to lay on his back, but after a little coaxing, he was kicking away.
That's about where the pictures end....because that's about where the happiness ended and my little devil emerged!
Do you see how many kids there were in our parent/tot swim class?
The point is...my child was the O N L Y one not in the pool after about the first 20 minutes. He spotted some toys on the side of the pool and thats when it was officially over. I even tried using the toys to coax him back in, but nope, he wasn't buying it. He was sitting on the side of the pool shaking his head NO and every time I reached for him he screamed. I was "that mom"...you know...the one that has the screaming child that every one is staring at. Yep, that was me.
P will have a second chance to redeem himself in front of all these mothers. We have swim class every Saturday until May. Can't wait for next week. :)
There are so many reasons why I love my baby daddy....and #1 on the list....
Because from this day forward...I married my best friend.Because he's a hard worker and successful because of it! How can you not love a man who is determined (and looks sexy in a suit)?
...which I was SOOO right about.
It's hard to believe that my baby daddy was actually the size of my P man at one point (look how cute he was even back then). 31 great years later...he is a successful husband, father, best friend, business man, provider, and lover! Happy Birthday baba! I love you!
Tomorrow morning P starts his swimming lessons! I can't wait to post about it! I am sure you will all be very thankful that I am done posting about cleaning.
SPRAY TAN: For those of you who asked about the spray tan....YES, I love it! I haven't tanned in a tanning bed in years. I am not about to subject my skin to wrinkles and cancer. Plus, I had a fair share of tanning beds in college! I hate myself for doing it, but that's why I have vowed to never go back. Around here it's between $25 and $35 per session, depending on where you go. You do need to be careful of where you go...I wouldn't recommend doing the spray tan machines. I always go to the place where there is an actual person who sprays you. It turns out much more even, no streaks, and not orange! If your worried about standing there butt naked while someone is about 3 inches from you, spraying you down...don't worry. You don't have to be naked. I usually wear a thong and a strapless bra. Anyway, HIGHLY recommend the spray tan! Just be careful of where you go. And the only downfall, it usually only lasts about 5 to 7 days. I usually only do it for big events (Christmas party's, New Years, Cleaning my house....haha!)
Uh huh...just call me "Mrs. Clean"....a Mrs. Clean that looks like she just got done laying on the beach on some tropical island for the last week. Something about cleaning is depressing to me so it was very important for me to at least look good while I'm doing it. And nothing makes me feel better than a good spray tan.
J's assignment tonight was to "unclutter" the garage. With a little, ok...A LOT, of help from my dad, (THANKS DAD) the two of them manage to make the garage look pretty darn good. He will stay on my good list tonight...or at least for now.
Stay tuned kids....I will be hosting my FIRST GIVEAWAY very soon!!!!! No hints yet. You'll just have to wait and see!
I would like to share a story with you about the argument I had with hubby yesterday. It started on Monday when I asked him to change a poopy diaper...he's usual response, "huh, I just changed a poopy one (while he is giving me a smirk)." Which is code for - 'I don't change poopy diapers unless I am forced too' because I can clearly assure you, he DID NOT "just change a poopy one". So, like any mom, I took control and changed the poopy diaper. I wasn't about to wait for him to get around to doing it. P would have had it dried all over his butt by that point.
However, nothing annoys me more than when I have to ASK him to do something. If he notices P has poop...50% of the time he should take the initiative and change it. Why should I have to ask him? And why on earth should I have to listen to him give me some lame (untrue) excuse, like "I just changed a poopy one". COME ON!
I got slightly fired up...and kind of let him have it yesterday (hey, he deserved it). I ended up going to dinner with Nin and when I came home....this is what I found on my pillow from hubby:
These were two topics that I could clearly write about today and since everybody and their brother is writing about Obama...I figured I would carry on with my usual weekly post on The Bachelor.
I have never really been in to politics and even though I met Obama back in 2005 at a small get together I was invited to by the Mayor of Carbondale (a very good friend of mine)....I still don't get into it. In fact, Mayor Cole likes to tease me that he took me to a party with the president to be - Obama (where there were only 25 people) and I was more worried about what time we were leaving and if we could go eat mexican! I know I know...I should be kicking myself that I didn't spend more time talking to him while we were sitting on the couch next to eachother (although we did share a few words), but instead I am more interested in who Jason Mesnick is going to marry! It's wrong...I know.
I had that space when I was younger.
Unfortuantely P, you got mama's "space".
We had such a great time (as usual) and even busted out some jr. high stories.
Apparently Nin didn't remember that...in 7th grade...I was the youngest hair stylist in Carterville! She had no recollection of her appointment with me, at the age of 13, when I cut 4 inches off her hair in her bedroom while we were babysitting her younger sister! I guess I must have done a good job...because even her ma didn't remember this story.
If anyone needs a trim...let me know...I can hook you up! :)
Thanks for being GREAT dinner dates Nin, Kiks, and Frost!
"If you really want me to play with you....go sneak me some treats from the cabinet. Then we can talk. "