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thoughts from a mother of boys, a marathoner, a triathlete, a crafter, a wife, and a scientist


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Super Pictures of a Super Sunday

There was a time when I would have spent Superbowl Sunday on the couch in front the TV drinking, eating, cheering and actually watching the football game.

Then I had kids.  I am pretty sure you never really sit again after that.

This year we went to my aunt’s house to watch the game.  Ian had a great time and our Auntie Gayle was his BFF for the day.  He wouldn’t let her leave his side.  “Where Auntie Gayle?…  I need Auntie Gayle…. Auntie Gayle you watch Ninjago wit me?….”

So without further ado, here are some pictures

Top: Ian with the toysBottom: Uncle Kip promptly stole Baby Sid as soon as we got there

Top: Ian with his favorite Auntie Gayle toys
Bottom: Uncle Kip promptly stole Baby Sid as soon as we got there

Ian was excited to see Audrey and play with her piano

Ian was excited to see Audrey and play with her piano

Top: Beans taking a breakBottom: Baby Sid and his favorite toy

Top: Beans taking a break
Bottom: Baby Sid and his favorite toy

Baby Sid with Cousin Audrey

Baby Sid with Cousin Audrey

who doesn't love babies in blue jeans?Ian wanted me to take pictures of his 'little guy'

who doesn’t love babies in blue jeans?
Ian wanted me to take pictures of his ‘little guy’

Ian really wanted to go outside and show Auntie Gayle his ring that has his 'super powers' like the Green Lantern

Ian really wanted to go outside and show Auntie Gayle his ring that has his ‘super powers’ like the Green Lantern

Superbowl07Ian loves to “bump bellies” with people.  I am not sure where he learned it, but he thinks it is super funny.  I was helping Baby Sid bump bellies with him then had Baby Sid tackle Ian.

Ian really enjoyed this game and my Aunt Donna captured it with my camera.  Because we had to do it over and over and over again.  The last two pictures Ian told me “I hold Baby Sid all my-by-self”

 

While I missed most of the game and all the commercials it was still one of the best Superbowl Parties I have been to in a long time.  Mostly because I was surrounded by family.

 

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How to Potty Train Boys

OK, so I don’t have an easy answer for this topic.  I did lots of reading and research on this topic.  Nothing helped me.

My oldest son is two and a half years old.  Last fall, when he was about eighteen months old, we started introducing the toilet to him.  I would put him on the toilet and we would sit there singing songs or reading books till he went and then I would point out to him what he did.

I would then talk to him about it while changing his diaper and suggest he use the bathroom instead.  This worked and I was very hopeful for potty training success.  But then the Christmas holidays came and we got busy so potty training went on the back burner.

So when the new year came we started again.  Then he would refuse and flip out when I tried to put him on the toilet.  I knew  couldn’t force it because that would only make it worse for him.  So we took a break.

For the next six months or so he would sometimes be ok with it and sometimes not.  One day in the spring he didn’t want to wear a diaper, since he was staying home with my mother-in-law I let him.  I don’t know what happened that day, but he wouldn’t use the toilet for months after.

As the summer came nearer I really wanted to get him trained, especially since the new baby would be here in Sept.  My son is a very stubborn boy, if I pushed him too hard he would rebel.  So we had to talk about it all the time and when we stayed home for the day I would put him in big boy pants.

Everyone would tell me that it is ok he is not trained, boys are harder than girls, or their kids weren’t trained till three, or he just isn’t ready yet.

I didn’t believe any of those reasons.  He knew what was going on.  He knew when he had to go to the bathroom, how to hold it if he wanted to.  The problem was me.  As much as I disliked changing diapers, it was much more convenient then taking him to the bathroom all the time.

I couldn’t take the time off work to stay home with him because I was going on maternity leave soon.  I decided to wait till I was on leave to train him.

One Monday I decided it was time.  From the time he woke up till the time he went to sleep he wore big boy pants and we didn’t leave the house.  He did great.  It only took a couple of days for him to figure it out.

When he would have an accident we would talk about it, clean him up and change clothes.  I would then remind him to tell me when he has to go.

We had some accidents, and we still do every once in a while, but over all he is trained.  I still put him in a diaper for bed time at night, but when he is still awake he tells me when he has to go, and sometimes he wakes up to tell me.

I still constantly ask him if he needs to go, because sometimes he forgets and gets sidetracked.  He isn’t a master at holding it yet.

For me I think potty training is different for everyone and if you trust the kid then they will know when it is time.  I also learned patience is necessary.


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Daily Thanks Day 17

Today I am thankful for a big imagination.

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I know I have  posted a lot of thanks for my son, but he amazes me almost daily.

Yesterday while making him pancakes he got in to a kitchen drawer to play.  He said my mixer attachment was a tree and the bird cookie cutter was stuck.  In his little voice he took the candy cane cookie cutter and said “don’t worry, I save you.  I to da rescue!  Mama, it a giant candy cane.  I hook birdy, I get baby birdy down, I save him.”

His face just beaming with pride.

I just love his imagination.

 


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Daily Thanks Day 15

 

Today I am thankful for being able to throw my shells on the floor.

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Last night after swim lessons we ventured out to dinner with my mom, my sister and her family.  This was our first diaper free outing.

Having to feed the baby, feed Ian, take him to the bathroom, change pants and all the other things I had to handle, I was thankful my mom and sister were with me.

It was nice to be at a restaurant where Ian could unshell peanuts, throw them on the floor and no one cares.