3 posts tagged “boys”

My summer project is to potty train my two-year-old girl and three-year-old boy. The latest idea I've had is to have them sit on their little potties while I let them watch some TV. This is special treat for them, because I've become pretty particular about not watching TV during the day. I don't turn it off for any noble-I-think-it-rots-your-brain kind of reason, I just don't like the tone of the house with the TV on all day. It make me edgy to have it on all day (but I think I can make the sacrifice if the end result is potty trained little children!).

So, this is either genius or completely insane. I guess we'll find out soon enough.

Pottytime

It was awesome! At the end of the day all sorts of people were asking me "So, how was it?" which is code for "Did you survive?!" What's so funny about that is that not only did I survive, it was soooo much easier than being at home with my three crazy ones (this day, at least). I'm in the baby class. On Wednesdays there are only five kids (including two of mine). So I'm only taking care of two more little ones than I'm already used to AND there's another teacher in there with me. It was so great! Micah and Emma are in the class with me, and Joel is in the three year old class. Micah and Emma did great in the new environment, and it was so wonderful getting to spend so much time with Micah. I wasn't expecting it, but it really tugged at my heart strings when Joel went off to his class by himself. I was so worried for him. No particular reason, just being a mom I guess. But he did great. The teacher told me that he listens well (Can you come home with me?!) and he just needs to get used to the routine, which is expected. The other kids have been doing this for almost three months, or longer if they came in previous years. At lunch I asked Joel about his day.

I swear some days I feel like I'm running my own little nudist colony, except there's only one colony member and he's three years old. Today has been a constant struggle with my three year old where I find myself repeatedly saying:

Where are your clothes?!
Why don't you have pants on?
Where are the pants you had on?
Why did you take them off?
Why didn't you put them back on?
If they are dirty, why didn't you put them in the laundry room and get a clean pair to wear?
We can't walk around the house without any pants or underwear on.
You need pants on.
Go put your pants on.
Are you putting your pants on?
Do I need to come in there?

...and so on and so forth. All. Day. Long. I'll be glad when we move past this.