Potty Fu, round two.

Now I am in support of Potty training, but also am not afraid of diapers and all that they entail, and some small part of me was not disappointed that she did not give herself fully to the process at that point. You see, she was pooping about five times a day, and I was not, eager, to "coach that team" if you will. Someone told me once that life with a small child is all PPB. Poop,Puke, & Boogers. I have mostly passed the Puke phase and it only rears it's messy head on rare occasions. Boogers have an entire research division devoted to them. Then we have Poop.

A week ago Thingtwo decided that she was now going to wear underwear, and that was that. Now, like I said she is a child of great resolve and there would be no dissuading this decision, and we were in no way intending to. This was a good thing, she was ready again! Of her own accord!. Since then there have been only 3 incidents.(2 wet, 1 otherwise). It's the otherwise that concerns us. She will not poop on the potty, and she does not want to wear a diaper at home, so she's holding it in. Fortunately we are able to enforce the, Diaper when going out, and diaper for sleeping (naps & night time) strategy with her and she likes to go out so there is still some small shred of leverage there. Hopefully like all of the other choices she makes, there will be an overnight embrace of the porcelain throne and she will find peace and zen in it's chilly yet comforting embrace.
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Stay at Home Athletes

I'm not concerned with the scientific validity of the idea, weight vs. strength, vs. endurance, vs. flexibility, vs....... I just love the story. As I write this my five year old has her upper body balanced on the kitchen table, and is extending her lower body out to a fully horizontal position repeatedly, while eating toast.

I found a link that discusses this story here and I was surprised by the tone of the conversation. As someone who chases two small children around all day I have to say, while I do my best to anticipate their needs and keep half a step beside them, there is no way I could match their activities or the pace at which they do them. I have suggested on numerous occasions that someone should invent a Toddler Wheel, as in hamster wheel for children, and then attach a some batteries to it and harness the power created. My wife keeps telling me that that would be cruel, I kinda think they would have a ball. Like those merry-go -rounds they used to have at playgrounds, who didn't love those! Hook up some kind of power converter and voila! cheap power. Ok, Ok, kids aren't cheap but you get the idea.

After being at home full time for over a year now I like to think I've learned a few things, how to function on 4-5 hours of sleep, fruit juice and orange juice are NOT the same thing, and sometimes it's better to just let them wear their pajamas.
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I Am JungleGyM

But it inevitably goes too far, by just___that much. Some one get's hurt, feelings or otherwise, or someone gets frustrated. "Daaaaaadddddyyyy! She's not respecting me! (I'm not kidding). I got ahead of myself. Normally they are asleep or at least well on their way by 7:30 - 8:00pm, so when we miss that window, well you get the idea.

Now, When we have company, they take it to another level. Today is Easter Sunday and that means, family function. This year we opted to do dessert at our place. The Sugar Momma out did herself once again, not only does she bring home the bacon, but she also does killer pie. She concocted a dairy-free Key Lime Pie with a meringue topping, oh so good. Family function also means short things are up past their bedtime, which can spell trouble for the rest of the night. Recently we had my baby sister and her boyfriend over for dinner and I think we scared him off kids for a good long time. The Short things were in rare form that night also. It's kind of amusing, We have a gracious couple of relatives who take ThingOne over-night occasionally and she always has a great time. It's always amusing that after dropping her back off at home, they need to go home and nap.

Holidays like Easter present interesting challenges in an allergy-prone household. Sugar Momma always takes care of it though, this past Christmas she found some candy molds and made her own rice-milk chocolate Santa's and the like. She carried this theme on through with Easter and the kid's never know the difference. Adversity Breeds Greatness! (or the need for chocolate drives women to great lengths, one or the other).
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Fugitive Doritos and Hip Hop.

So, why was I there, doing that, in the dark, by myself. Well, ThingTwo is a little over two years old now, when she was about six months old we discovered she had allergies. To a lot of things. The worst were dairy, and nuts so you might see where this is going.

For a little over a year and a half now, we have had no dairy products (milk, cheese, butter, etc.) in the house. The same goes for Peanut Butter. Do you have any idea how far reaching dairy is? It's in EVERYTHING. Salt & Vinegar Chips! Look closely in some brands, it's in there. Now, when I need a dairy hit (cheese, chocolate, milk) I have to leave the house. Call me weak. I don't care, I like cheese.

So where does Hip Hop fit in? Two words...questionable lyrics. But the beats, the beats are so good. The kind of stuff that grabs you in the guts and twists, but in that good way. I like music, quite a variety, and a lot of it has lyrics or even just certain words that little ears were not meant to hear, yet. Thus it goes I sit in the dark like a fugitive rocking out to Hip Hop, eating Doritos.

Sometimes, it's just about the simple things...
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Kids are like a Neil Young Album.

Now let me say, I like Neil Young, but I'm not a zealot. I can't listen to him for hours on end, sometimes I can't even make it through a whole album, but when the time is right, he does the trick.

So when I finally sat down, after making lunch for ThingOne, ThingTwo, and BestFriendOne, cleaning up from said lunch, lulling ThingTwo to sleep with a round of "Clues Clues" (Blue's Room) while ThingOne and BestFriendOne amused themselves downstairs, Neil came to mind. The "sitting" lasted about 30 seconds before the awakers were looking for a snack, and deciding that they were done playing downstairs and now the vicinity of the sleeper seemed like a much more inviting place to be.
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