Yesterday, I kept a tally on my arm of how many times Ben said, "Hey Mommy." By day's end, my count was 151. No joke. It's no wonder I'm a little crazy.
Oh, and he wanted to write his name on his arm since he kept seeing my write on mine! Go figure.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Hey Mommy
Yesterday, I kept a tally on my arm of how many times Ben said, "Hey Mommy." By day's end, my count was 151. No joke. It's no wonder I'm a little crazy.
Oh, and he wanted to write his name on his arm since he kept seeing my write on mine! Go figure.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The Boy Who Cried Poopie
BIOHAZARD WARNING!
Ben is in the throes of potty training. Some days he does so great, and other days not so much. Both Sunday and today (Tuesday), he has been the boy who cried poopie! He told me 3 times, "I need go poopie." So we would go to the potty. On Sunday, it was at church but before church started, and I had Annie on my back in the sling and I was trying to get stuff ready for family ministry when I kept getting interrupted. This evening, we were at a park and we had to run across a field to the port-a-john. Both days, 3 trips to the potty with no poopie. On Sunday, we had some success on the 4th trip, but then a mess afterwards. Today, no potty success, just a mess. Ugh! Then he said he wanted to wear a diaper. I hate to encourage regression, but maybe he just isn't ready. He has been recently crawling on the floor and saying he's a baby. Maybe there's some jealousy creeping in. So, I'll trade him the Cars underwear for a little extra lovin' instead!
Ben is in the throes of potty training. Some days he does so great, and other days not so much. Both Sunday and today (Tuesday), he has been the boy who cried poopie! He told me 3 times, "I need go poopie." So we would go to the potty. On Sunday, it was at church but before church started, and I had Annie on my back in the sling and I was trying to get stuff ready for family ministry when I kept getting interrupted. This evening, we were at a park and we had to run across a field to the port-a-john. Both days, 3 trips to the potty with no poopie. On Sunday, we had some success on the 4th trip, but then a mess afterwards. Today, no potty success, just a mess. Ugh! Then he said he wanted to wear a diaper. I hate to encourage regression, but maybe he just isn't ready. He has been recently crawling on the floor and saying he's a baby. Maybe there's some jealousy creeping in. So, I'll trade him the Cars underwear for a little extra lovin' instead!
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