Potty Training Family Style

I am potty training one 2 year old- J. I was trying to potty train a 4 year old too, but I am NOT cut out for dual potty training and L is not quite ready. Yesterday was rough. SEVERAL accidents, some for attention. Annoying to say the least, but all part of the process. We are well past the halfway point so there is no turning back. J is staying dry through the night 5 out of 7 nights and having 1-2 accidents a day, typically, unless she's mad at me (she's like a dog that chews shoes when you leave, except she just ruins my carpet). Anyway, there was a point to all of this rambling. J is into the mommy daddy baby versions of things. For example, if there is a big rock and a little rock side by side one is the mommy and one is the baby. Imaginative I think since she can find a mommy and a baby for everything and often asks where the daddy is. And until today I thought "this is normal." But we really don't do normal so somewhere the weird had to come. Here it is. J has to potty. # 2. She goes and out comes something not small, then I say "are you all done?" She responds "No, that was the mommy, next is the baby." Me "Do you have a baby in there?" J- "Yes, it is in my booty." A few minutes goes by- she is grunting and working so I say "Maybe you don't have a baby one in there." J's response: "Yes I do! I have a baby one in my booty and I not getting up til it gets out of there! Gosh Dangit!"

Okay- weirdo.

-LL
"profiter de la doublure d'argent"

Getting a lot of action!

Well the blog is, anyway. It's 12:20 am on a Wednesday. I didn't stay up this late to usher in the hump day, I assure you, but nevertheless it was greeted with a smile. Today was a hard day for me. I had a FAB U LOUS weekend with friends and came home so ready to enjoy my family. FAIL. My children stayed up far to late (my plane was delayed so everything was delayed) and were so very grouchy, crabby, mischievous, and all the other words that fit here and mean PUNKS. We are potty training J, and having some mild success and even greater amounts of laundry. We had hopes of dropping C's pacifier this week, but my nerves cannot handle that. I am trying to paint our house, get M's homeschool curriculum sorted, learn more ways to help L transition throughout his day, train for CASA volunteering, plan a baby shower, be a wife to my husband, a friend to my friends and a contributing family member to my family (extended and otherwise) and today it just got the best of me. Some days do that. Some days I look around and wonder just how I'm going to manage this chaos and still give my kids a good memory about that day. Some days I just cry a little extra.

The good thing about these days is that my husband will talk with me about it. He'll listen, try to help if he can and let me cry if I need to. He'll apply logic to my emotions and remind me that today isn't forever. He's pretty amazing that way.

So, even though my week already flipped upside down, even though I, at times today, wished I hadn't gotten off that plane, even though I wonder if I've ever done even one single moment of motherhood correctly, today was good because I do know, above everything else, that my husband believes I am the best wife for him, the best mother for his children and the best looking hottie on the block!

-LL
"profiter de la doublure d'argent"