Emma pooped in the potty tonight.
Just had to share.
Yeah, she's 20 months.
Let this be the beginning of the end of diapers for Emma.
Amen.
She also sang with me as I was singing her and Jeremy's goodnight songs.
It was cute.
Then she sang to her stuffed giraffe when I put her in bed.
Oh, how I love that girl.
Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
Friday, January 22, 2010
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Who Knew?
I recently discovered that there's a purpose to the extra papers that come in the Disney DVD boxes, henceforth known as "Disney DVD Junk Mail". Ads announcing upcoming DVDs or websites and such. I've always hated all the DVD Junk Mail. All those little papers stuffed into a little DVD box makes it difficult to open it without everything falling out and for some reason I never throw the stupid papers away. But come to find out there's one of those pieces of paper that is actually useful!
I was on the phone with my VT companion (for those of you non-Mormon, that's a Visiting Teaching companion, a lady I go with to visit other ladies from Church to make sure they are doing well, fellowship them, and deliver a spiritual message, etc.) and she told me about the Disney Rewards Program. Now I've seen the little pieces of paper inside the DVDs with their codes, but never cared about a free pair of Mickey Mouse ears or what have you. Today I discovered the greatness of the program. For a mere three hundred points (which I quickly acquired with three DVDs) you can "purchase" 4 phone calls from different Disney characters. You can kind of personalize them with either a birthday greeting, or encouragement, or get well wishes or whatever and set a time for them to call.
Do you want to know what was so cool about this? Tigger called our home for Jeremy today. Tigger called to give Jeremy encouragement in his goal to potty train. Sweet! He didn't specifically say "potty training" in the call, but Tigger said something about how he knew Jeremy could do a good job, etc. and when the call was over I asked Jeremy if Tigger called to tell him good luck potty training and Jeremy said yes. By the time he went to bed he fully believed that Tigger wants him to pee and poop in the potty.
Then of course we had to have one for Megan, so we had Cinderella call to tell her goodnight and sweet dreams.
The other two calls we got with the points we scheduled for their birthdays, Belle for Megan and Mickey Mouse for Jeremy. Who knew that Disney junk DVD papers could be good for something?
I was on the phone with my VT companion (for those of you non-Mormon, that's a Visiting Teaching companion, a lady I go with to visit other ladies from Church to make sure they are doing well, fellowship them, and deliver a spiritual message, etc.) and she told me about the Disney Rewards Program. Now I've seen the little pieces of paper inside the DVDs with their codes, but never cared about a free pair of Mickey Mouse ears or what have you. Today I discovered the greatness of the program. For a mere three hundred points (which I quickly acquired with three DVDs) you can "purchase" 4 phone calls from different Disney characters. You can kind of personalize them with either a birthday greeting, or encouragement, or get well wishes or whatever and set a time for them to call.
Do you want to know what was so cool about this? Tigger called our home for Jeremy today. Tigger called to give Jeremy encouragement in his goal to potty train. Sweet! He didn't specifically say "potty training" in the call, but Tigger said something about how he knew Jeremy could do a good job, etc. and when the call was over I asked Jeremy if Tigger called to tell him good luck potty training and Jeremy said yes. By the time he went to bed he fully believed that Tigger wants him to pee and poop in the potty.
Then of course we had to have one for Megan, so we had Cinderella call to tell her goodnight and sweet dreams.
The other two calls we got with the points we scheduled for their birthdays, Belle for Megan and Mickey Mouse for Jeremy. Who knew that Disney junk DVD papers could be good for something?
Monday, January 12, 2009
Forgive Me Son, For I Have Sinned . . .
I have a good friend who does Motherhood Confessions on her blog. (I'd link you to her, but she's private.) They are things that she feels a little guilty over, but are small and aren't things she really needs to change. For example, her most recent one was at night when her baby needs to be nursed she just doesn't want to get up because, hey, nursing hurts and she's tired! What mom bounces out of bed at 3 A.M. excited to feed their baby? I don't know any.
Anyway. I've been bouncing around the idea of sharing with you, my lucky friends, my big and most recent motherhood confession. Unlike my friend's confessions, mine is something I really should not make a habit of. Or really ever do again.
Some of you may already know it if you've talked to me at all in the last month. But since most of you lovely people live far away from me or are people I don't get to see that often, the chance of you knowing my terrible, dark motherhood confession isn't really that likely.
If you have already heard it, here's another chance for you to glory in your own motherhood and the fact that you've probably at least never done this. . . .
We were at a nice get together with some friends when Jeremy told me he needed to go pee. I took him to their bathroom and put him on the potty. Apparently his bladder was so full he couldn't wait to be properly aligned with the inside of the toilet and as he sat there he started to pee. Right on me.
Without thinking I grabbed his poor little boy head and shoved it down into the stream. And here's what's really bad. Even after I realized what I'd done, I didn't move his head until he was done peeing.
When he was finished I moved my hand and let him look up at me, pee dripping down his forehead. (I feel so awful! But I'm still trying not to laugh out loud as I write this. . . .) He didn't seem to notice just how gross the situation was or really care that I made him pee on his head. I cleaned him up as best I could and cleaned up the bathroom floor and my shirt. Then I sent him on his way to play with the other kids.
Don't judge me too harshly. I freak out if I get pen, marker, food, or really anything other than water on my skin. I can't stand hand stamps (yeah, those re-entry hand stamps at theme parks drive me insane). There's no way I could've handled pee. No way.
Anyway. I've been bouncing around the idea of sharing with you, my lucky friends, my big and most recent motherhood confession. Unlike my friend's confessions, mine is something I really should not make a habit of. Or really ever do again.
Some of you may already know it if you've talked to me at all in the last month. But since most of you lovely people live far away from me or are people I don't get to see that often, the chance of you knowing my terrible, dark motherhood confession isn't really that likely.
If you have already heard it, here's another chance for you to glory in your own motherhood and the fact that you've probably at least never done this. . . .
We were at a nice get together with some friends when Jeremy told me he needed to go pee. I took him to their bathroom and put him on the potty. Apparently his bladder was so full he couldn't wait to be properly aligned with the inside of the toilet and as he sat there he started to pee. Right on me.
Without thinking I grabbed his poor little boy head and shoved it down into the stream. And here's what's really bad. Even after I realized what I'd done, I didn't move his head until he was done peeing.
When he was finished I moved my hand and let him look up at me, pee dripping down his forehead. (I feel so awful! But I'm still trying not to laugh out loud as I write this. . . .) He didn't seem to notice just how gross the situation was or really care that I made him pee on his head. I cleaned him up as best I could and cleaned up the bathroom floor and my shirt. Then I sent him on his way to play with the other kids.
Don't judge me too harshly. I freak out if I get pen, marker, food, or really anything other than water on my skin. I can't stand hand stamps (yeah, those re-entry hand stamps at theme parks drive me insane). There's no way I could've handled pee. No way.
Monday, October 27, 2008
In Potty News . . .
Jeremy did it! He earned his first Matchbox car for staying dry for seven days! We've been giving him fruit snacks each time he goes potty and about a week and a half ago Nathan made up a potty chart for him. Jeremy has to stay dry (meaning no pee diapers, but a poop diaper is ok) in order to put a star on the chart. At the end of seven dry days (not necessarily consecutive) he gets a Matchbox car, like he did tonight. Then his next goal is to stay dry for 6 days, then 5, 4, and so on down to one. At the end of each goal he gets a Matchbox car until we reach the last day (by which point he should be completely potty trained) when he will get a "Big Prize" which will be Diego underwear. I forgot that was supposed to be the Big Prize and already opened them and put them in his dresser, but he doesn't know this. And since I'm the only one who opens that dresser, I'm likely to be the only person in the apartment to see them until he actually earns them.
This method worked great with Megan. After she earned her Big Prize she did have a few accidents, but we cured that by telling her that the Disney Princesses on her panties didn't want her to wear them anymore because they were afraid that she would pee and poop on them. Her eyes got really big and she promised she would never have another accident again.
I'm so proud of my little Jeremy! Good job, bud!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The Potty Training Olympics--Let the Games Begin!
Announcer 1: It's time for the Buckner Potty Training Olympics! Let the Games Begin! Coming from the part of the world where tantrums have only begun is Jeremy Buckner! Jeremy is a new two year old and currently like airplanes, American flags, and "the family song."
Announcer 2: Now Jeremy's first competitor is his very own sister Megan, who, like Jeremy, is currently into American flags. Megan is 3 2/3 and is seasoned in the art of potty training. It will be difficult for Jeremy to match up to such stiff competition with so much experience. Jeremy's recent experience includes Wednesday evening before bedtime and Friday night while playing at a friend's house. The judges nearly tossed out Friday night's experience, citing the reason: It was only one small drop.
Announcer 1: Jeremy's final competitor is his baby sister Emma. Now little Emma has had no experience in the Potty Training Olympics. She is a newbie here and her only experience is with diapers in sizes Newborn and 1-2. She did once wear one of her brother's 4s when her parents were foolishly out of the smaller sizes.
Announcer 2: I really think that the Gold Medal is going to go to big sister Megan.
Announcer 1: I agree, Announcer #2, Megan has had relatively few accidents in the last year and is doing a great job all around.
Announcer 2: She certainly is #1. But as we've seen, Jeremy is ready to tackle the Games this year and is striving to follow in Megan's footsteps.
Announcer 1: Perhaps in another 18 months we'll be seeing another Potty Training Olympics and little Emma will be earning her medal and Jeremy will be giving Megan a run for the Gold with stronger competition.
Mommy Note: Ok, I know I've posted about Jeremy wanting to potty train before, but I think it might be true this time. He's older, we broke down and got him the training pants, and we're more willing to wait in the bathroom with him for the ten minutes or so it take him to pee. We are taking a page out of Nathan's mom's book and teaching Jeremy to pee on Cheerios that we let him drop into the toilet. He's pretty excited about that. One funny thing is it takes him forever to get going. When he pees he only does an almost nonexistent trickle at a time with about three or four minutes between each trickle. I'm excited that the training has begun; now I just have to take Cheerios with me everywhere we go. As an extra incentive we give him a package of Nemo fruit snacks every time he actually goes potty. I guess I need to carry those with me everywhere, too.
Announcer 2: Now Jeremy's first competitor is his very own sister Megan, who, like Jeremy, is currently into American flags. Megan is 3 2/3 and is seasoned in the art of potty training. It will be difficult for Jeremy to match up to such stiff competition with so much experience. Jeremy's recent experience includes Wednesday evening before bedtime and Friday night while playing at a friend's house. The judges nearly tossed out Friday night's experience, citing the reason: It was only one small drop.
Announcer 1: Jeremy's final competitor is his baby sister Emma. Now little Emma has had no experience in the Potty Training Olympics. She is a newbie here and her only experience is with diapers in sizes Newborn and 1-2. She did once wear one of her brother's 4s when her parents were foolishly out of the smaller sizes.
Announcer 2: I really think that the Gold Medal is going to go to big sister Megan.
Announcer 1: I agree, Announcer #2, Megan has had relatively few accidents in the last year and is doing a great job all around.
Announcer 2: She certainly is #1. But as we've seen, Jeremy is ready to tackle the Games this year and is striving to follow in Megan's footsteps.
Announcer 1: Perhaps in another 18 months we'll be seeing another Potty Training Olympics and little Emma will be earning her medal and Jeremy will be giving Megan a run for the Gold with stronger competition.
Mommy Note: Ok, I know I've posted about Jeremy wanting to potty train before, but I think it might be true this time. He's older, we broke down and got him the training pants, and we're more willing to wait in the bathroom with him for the ten minutes or so it take him to pee. We are taking a page out of Nathan's mom's book and teaching Jeremy to pee on Cheerios that we let him drop into the toilet. He's pretty excited about that. One funny thing is it takes him forever to get going. When he pees he only does an almost nonexistent trickle at a time with about three or four minutes between each trickle. I'm excited that the training has begun; now I just have to take Cheerios with me everywhere we go. As an extra incentive we give him a package of Nemo fruit snacks every time he actually goes potty. I guess I need to carry those with me everywhere, too.
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