Wednesday, July 8, 2009

This post brought to you by the letters D and P and the number 2!

D is for DIRTY! A certain little someone in our house has finally begun the crawling, phase. And by crawling I mean army, commando style. But don't be fooled, this boy can get AROUND. He's quite speedy and he's pleased as punch with his new found freedoms. He has also begun pulling himself up, which is a treat and a half when trying to bathe him, let me tell you.

Pictorial evidence of his pulling up. It's just a bonus that you get to see him in his swimsuit and swim hat. Seriously? Too cute! ANYWAY...with this new found "crawling" freedom comes a newfound clothing problem. When one uses their belly to "sweep and mop" the floor, you run into problems, such as this:




And this. It truly does not do it justice in these pictures. But, I won't lie, when I picked him up off the floor on this particular morning, I was more than disturbed. You'd think I never mopped or something. However, the ever present mop next to my front door would say otherwise. Also, it doesn't help that with him pressing on his precious belly, he's barfing all the more. So, barf, crawl through barf, spread the joy. It's precious really, just precious. Needless to say, he's getting his fair share of baths. I'm just not so sure his clothes are gonna survive this phase. Bring on the walking, lest he have to go naked from here on out. So, there you have it, the letter "D" for DIRTY!

P is for Poops! I decided that July would be the month that I just forced potty training on Maggie. I mean, diapers are expensive, I should just put the kibosh on that right now. Well, after one day and three bouts of pee all over Maggie and the floor, I said enough already. Perhaps she just isn't ready, 'caues goodness knows, I'M obviously ill equipped for this part of parenthood. So, we put her diapers back on and went merrily on our way.

This is a picture of her happily dancing around the living room the night I bought her big girl panties for the big "potty training of '09" event. She really does look adorable in her panties. Oh well, maybe someday.







Cut to a week later. I'm sitting at the table talking with Tregors when Maggie approaches with a look of distress and says she's pooping and needs to go potty. With a roll of my eyes I take her to the bathroom and remove her diaper. There WAS a big of a skid, so perhaps we were really gonna do this. I set her up on the toity and she gave it a push and immediately said, "ok, I all done" and reached for the toilet paper. I told her to give it a more valient effort, she didn't. So, I took her in, wiped her bum and put on a new diaper. She soon thereafter found a corner and I was sure she was finishing the job. Imagine my surprise when I checked and her diaper was still clean. About 40 minutes later she came up again with an even greater look of distress, telling me she was making poop and needed to go to the potty. I dutifully took her in there, and the best part was her walking in. She walked on her tiptoes the whole way, saying "ow, ow, ow" with each step. CLEARLY she was ready. So, again, skid in the dipey, set her on the throne, wait for the magic. Two seconds later "ok, I all done." Oh no, not this time sister. THIS TIME we're gonna drop some kids off, if ya know what I mean. So, I informed her she was gonna have to try a little harder. She MUST make some poops fall in the potty. She gave it a go, nothing. I kept cheerleading, and she gave it one final push. Wouldn't you know, there was success! I was cheering and hollering hooray. She mostly looked at me like I was retarded and wanted to get down. So, I told her she earned some candies and this was the greatest thing ever. Apparently she wasn't all that impressed with her forray into the grown up world of pottying, 'cause she' hasn't mentioned a need since. Hmmmm All I can say, here's hoping it's at least a sign that she's closer to ready.






Well shoot, now I have to sahre her other potty story. What? She'll appreciate knowing this about herself someday, right? Last night we were at my Mom's to have a bath. Her diaper was dry so my Mom put her on the toilet. She has NO concept at all of making water falling. Mom told her she needed it to sound like this (and turned the faucet on), and I made a "pssshhhhh" sound and said she needed to make some water fall. Next thing I know Maggie is pushing on her little "badge" and saying "Pssssh, psshhh, pssssssh, (whisper) waterfall, psssshhhh." Then, she looked up at my and said, "ok, I all done." I might have been crying I was laughing so hard. I'm just saying. Kids, they are the greatest source of entertainment EVER!!! Needless to say, P is for poop, and for psssssssh!

Thanks for sticking around and finishing this post. Sorry it was so long. There is SO much more to talk about, but I might be a bit busy in the next few weeks. Hang in there!

Pees and poops,

Allyson

7 comments:

Steph said...

You are the funniest blogger! Finally saw your comment on the recipe blog--invite is coming!

Melia said...

Oh. Dear. Goodness. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Isn't it good to know that in about 15 years our kids will have some real embarrassment to blame on us? When that time comes, I'll stand by you, look your children right in the eyes, and say, "You were a riot, and I told everyone of my friends about your potty-training!"

ZippityDoDaw said...

Potty Training is a nightmare! Your kids are so cute.

LanaBanana said...

Hilarious potty story--I love that she pushed on it. Talk about taking it all quite literally...

Poor Max's clothes. I really don't think many of Dane's outfits came completely clean out of the washer. I was actually pretty happy when he started walking for that very reason. Soon enough. :)

Jules said...

I just have to say that I'm so glad that I get to share in all of these wonderful memories. Wow I love those kiddos.

alison said...

I need a good laugh now and then...and you sure gave me my fix for this week! Gotta cherish those potty training days! Good luck!

The Coolest Allen Family said...

I didn't think my youngest would ever be potty trained. I just figured she would be wearing pull-ups to prom. Finally (only 3 months from her 4th! birthday) she finally just grasped it and never looked back.