Sunday, September 30, 2007

my baby can write

After only 6 weeks of school Paige is already writing words. She asks us how to spell whatever word and then does it all by her self. This might not seem like much - but this is a huge step from previously only writing her name. Mrs. Christopher (her Kindergarten teacher) said she could phonetically spell at this point but lacks the confidence. I can understand that, Paige doesn't like to make mistakes - she wants to do everything right the first time. Just look at this card she made for her aunts birthday.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

dark clouds looming

I'm not sure that I agree with the saying that it' darkest before the dawn, when it was raining for 40 days don't you think some of the animals of little faith were just about ready to jump overboard. It is so damn hard not to abandon ship in hopes that things will eventually work out. Dear friends & stalkers, I am talking about potty training. My friend Christie said it's really not up to the kid, but greatly depends on the parents determination. That is so TRUE!!! I am not the "Lance Armstrong" of dedicated parents. I slack off more then most - this potty training thing has just about done me in. The second day of PT we had 2 poopies that didn't really seem to bother him. I smelled him & made him go. He might have waddled around for hours if it were up to him. He will go if I take him, but he doesn't tell me before hand and most times it after the fact, not a little sprinkling but a full on flood. We were at Joann's today and I only notice because I picked him up to put him in the cart.... Yuck! When will the day dawn break? Where is my bloody rainbow? This mom was not built for endurance.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

potty "TRAIN"ing for desperate moms

My pediatrician informed me at James last (not so"well baby", since both my kids were sick) visit that potty training is no longer optional. At 3 years and 5 months it's time to get your act together and get your kid motivated. So with some bright ideas we rigged up a system that seems to be just what the doctor ordered. Keep in mind that we have tried various ways and we just might know what we are talking about (for once).

Failed method #1: James isn't motivated by "choxie" (chocolate) or candy, so after his sugar buzz wore off - he was like "no thanks" that one ended before it began.

Failed method #2: I would sit him on the toilet every 30 minutes only to loose interest by midday (that is me, not him). I got sick of hearing the timer go off and having to stop what I'm doing to run to the bathroom and wait forever for nothing to happen, only to hear 10 minutes later that he peed his pants. This girl is not big on doing laundry, even with a fresh Netflixed episode of Dallas waiting to be watched.

Method #3 Theory Only (never tested): Buy a peeing dolly so he can see how it works. Yeah, don't think so. I'm sorry but do any parents out there have privacy when they pee (mom's at least) Bathroom time for Daddy is somewhat sacred and for some strange reason they don't bug him... (maybe the smell - never thought of that before) but mom is a different story, rarely does the door stay closed the entire 2 minutes it takes. Yeah. peeing dolly - whatever!

My pediatrician recommended Method #4: (which I like to call) "the dangling carrot" BUT with the help of a sticker chart (thanks Christie) saves a little bit in the old pocketbook.
This is the potty sticker chart which is great because James is obsessed with Thomas and trains in general. So to set up this method we visited Target and I let him choose 8 of his favorite trains. I let him hold the packages and I told him all their names. He got to push the buttons and hear their noises, etc. I really wanted him to be attached. Now check out the chart - Notice that every third track is BLUE this is the key. Every third time he goes potty he gets to choose a "dangling carrot".
Ohhhh... Just look at my little bunny rabbit oogling those tantalizing tidbits. He already knew the first one he wanted (Rusty). While at Target I had bought him 3 packages of Thomas & Spiderman underwear (just say no to "pull ups" they are just diapers with no tabs - James pees in them just as good as any old diaper). So, I put him in underpants and waited for him to come to me. I chose not to put him on the toilet regularly. I knew this would be a big laundry day and I would just have to just suck it up and be a mom.

Sure enough... pretty soon I heard "mom, I'm wet." We'd run to the bathroom, he'd finish peeing in the toilet. I'd cheer. He would flush, wash hands, and get a new pair of underwear & shorts. Then I would sit him on my lap and he got to choose a sticker and put it on his chart, and we'd do it again a hour or so later... same thing "mom, I'm wet" - it only varied to "mom, I'm poo-pooh's" where the variation included me washing out his underpants in the toilet (aahhh took me back to childhood & washing out cloth diapers - the good ole days)... But every third time his eyes would light up and he'd choose another train.
We went through 6 pairs of shorts & undies, but he got the gist of things. We only went through 3 trains and have 5 left. I'm hoping a day or 2 more of this he will get the general idea. And if he doesn't I will have to load up my Que at Netflix with enough Dallas to pacify a few days worth of laundry.
We've passed the point of no return. We... (where did I get "we" from? Like my 3 year old firmly supports me or something? Maybe I'm just including the voices in my head - yeah. They just told me I am) "We" are "committed" to seeing this through. Wish me luck in my endeavors and that my swearing habits will not rub off on my 3 year old.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Paige and peanut butter playdough

So this is really what made me want to start blogging (more than peer pressure). Isn't she so cute? She was completely into sculpting these little pb men
This one is hers. Notice the the belly button. Actually I think hers is a girl (not anatomically correct, thank goodness!) She made her with long hair.

This one is mine. What? I couldn't let my five year old have all the fun. My little pb man reminds me of "the Wemmicks" from Max Lucado's book, I am Special. (not that I am comparing myself to Eli or anything - if you have no clue what I am referring to... you really should read the book. Try to do more with your life then just reading boring blogs on the internet about moms that think their kids are so freakin wonderful)

Here are the little pb kids just chilling on some soft parchment paper. Paige was pretty intense when crafting her art. Surprisingly she didn't even pause to pose for a picture.

She is even wearing the apron I made her (sniff, sniff) - makes a momma proud.

Peanut Butter Playdough
1 c. creamy peanut butter
1 c. powdered sugar
1TBS. honey

I found a lot of recipes on the internet. Some called for powdered milk? Are you kidding me, who keeps powdered milk on hand? Except for homeschoolers, or a mom with 10 kids that wants to torture her too cool teenagers. Bad memories. .. I get all queasy just thinking about drinking the stuff. Anyway, this is the best recipe. It's very edible (just ask Paige) but please don't give it to kids with peanut or honey allergies (just thought I would point out the obvious for ya, your welcome.)

Monday, September 24, 2007

McMillan Time

So... I have to give credit where credit is do. I thought I was computer savvy until I met my friend Christie. She makes me look like the Paris Hilton of computers (ummm. so this is like a keyboard? it's so hot.) This is far removed from where I used to see myself, that is, right up there with Trekkie's & Star Wars dorks (that is meant to be a compliment - no hate mail yet please. I just started this blasted thing.) Anyway, she designed my header. I chose the Halloween theme. But she rocks. Not me. She just makes me look good. Here is a quiz? Can anyone tell me where the background on the header comes from? (Christie you can't answer.) I will be so impressed.
Anyway, to start things off right (with this blastedblog). My friends (Christie & her husband Kevin) went on a date Sat night and we were fortunate enough to watch their kids. It felt like a party, and only intensified when they came to pick them up. Little did they know that I had indulgently handing out candy all night. As you can tell by their somewhat crazed expressions. Here is a video clip of Kevin with James & Cade (James very best buddy)... They are so cute together. And other crazy pics. So much fun.