Keeps Me On My Toes

Friday was one of those weird days where D (the three year old) did and said things that kept me on my toes.

It started when he came down the stairs in the morning telling me he was mad at me.

“Why, baby?”

“Because you turned me blue.”

He woke up angry at me for turning him blue in his dream.  In his dream, people. His dream!

“Oh, well, I’m sorry about that.  Wasn’t it great being like a smurf?”

“No, MOMMY!”

Um, ok.  At least he knows his colors.  I could have turned him polka dot.

A few hours past and I was watching a show where someone got a statue of a poodle.

“Look, Mommy.  It’s a moose.”

“No, kiddo.  It’s a poodle.”  This one actually made me giggle for a while.  Also, it reminded me that we need to go to the zoo again, soon.

A little later, this needed to happen.


It was too quite.  D had gone to the bathroom and I was really hoping that he was going in there to try to go, you know?  He still refuses to potty train.

Nope.  He had the Wookie, aka Rookie, in the cat box walking in the litter.    At least it was a part of the box that hadn’t been used, yet.

I washed the guy in serious cleaner and then rinsed in super hot water.

Being a Mom is never dull, that’s for sure.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Way Too Early

Woke up at 6 (that’s A.M.) to my three year old telling me that the droids and rookies were coming.

It tooks a minute to compute.
Then I told him that it’s Wa Wa Wookies. I then informed him that the Wookies were the good guys.

“No, Mommy, rookies were always bad guys!”

1. It is waay too early for this
2. What the hell is he watching with his Daddy?
3.  What does he know about Rookies, um, I mean Wookies that I don’t know?
4. Coffee.  I need lots and lots of coffee before I finish this conversation with my son.


No Coffee??

I’ve been having problems sleeping lately.

Strike that.

I have a three year old that has not been sleeping through the night lately.  When I wake up with him it can take me hours to fall back asleep.

I went to the doctor a few weeks ago for a check up and she asked me about my sleeping habits.   Between the few hours of sleep and the amount of coffee I drink, she wasn’t happy with me.

Apparently, I shouldn’t be consuming three or more cups of coffee a day.  She actually told me I had to stop drinking coffee.

Stop drinking coffee????

How am I suppose to function?  I have two kiddos I have to take care of during the day.  Does she want me to walk around in a dazed zombie mom state all day?  That is exactly what’ll happen if I don’t have coffee.

I laughed in her face.

OK.  So I laughed at her in my head.  I try not to be rude to people who provide medical care to me.

Maybe I do have a coffee problem.

Yeah, right.


When I saw this on the Pinterest* it spoke to me on soo many levels.

*Hey, I’m on the Pinterest @mslaw06

Thumbs Up

M brings home ‘Thumbs Up’ coupons from school.  These awards are given for good behavior.  It’s a great idea, but then parents needs to think about ways to award these awards.  I almost want to give the school another finger up award, if you get my meaning.

For every 10 Thumbs Up coupons M brings home, we let him pick something special he wants to do.  This time around he wanted to go to the Lego Movie with his Daddy and then to a Mexican restaurant.  They both had a blast at the movie and it was cute hearing them quote lines back and forth to each other.


I came across some videos last night of M from just a year ago.  My, how time flies!





It’s Potty Time! (It’s a poopy subject)

Never try using the pee on a froot loop target trick when the kid is hungry. They will sob uncontrollably.
“Froot Loops in bowl, Mommy, NOT in potty!” My Facebook post 2/27/14

After I settled D down from sobbing over freaking froot loops, I shared the experience on Facebook.  I was lucky with M when he was potty training because he was going to daycare full time.  I will be forever grateful for those teachers for a few reasons.  The main reason is because if it wasn’t for them, M would probably be still in diapers.  I have NO idea how to get D to pee in the potty.    Here are some of the tricks I’ve tried so far.

The Underwear Trick

The underwear trick worked for M.  When M got his Thomas the Train underwear he couldn’t wait to wear them. “Bubble Guppies” is one of D’s favorite shows on Nickelodeon.  D took one look at the Guppies underwear and ran away to play.

Potty & TV

OK.  I don’t want my kid getting used to watching TV while taking a shit.  However, he poops (a lot) and he poops in his diapers while watching TV.  So, I thought, what the hell I’ll just put his potty in the living room.  Turns out “the poop went right up, mommy.”

Froot Loop Target

The whole idea is you put a few round cereal pieces in the toilet and have your son use it as a target and pee on it.  I wish I could do that!

I threw a few froot loops in the toilet and had M show D how to use the cereal as a target.  I thought for sure this would look fun to D and he would want to pee just like his big brother.  I was soooo wrong.

I really wasn’t expecting D to start sobbing uncontrollably finally telling me “froot loops in bowl, Mommy.  Not in a potty!”

Potty Training DVDs

What did I watch this past Friday night?  Oh, “Elmo’s Potty Time.”  Jealous?  Guess what?  D just wanted to read some books and go to bed.

I know that when D is ready, this whole potty thing will click for him.  I just need to be patient.   Oh, and I need to get more Froot Loops.  Turns out, he loves those for breakfast.

Mr. Independent

Our first kid was great when he was two.  Everyone talks about the terrible twos.   I think we mentally ‘battened down the hatches’ when M turned two expecting the horror that comes with having a two year old.  Nothing happened that we couldn’t handle.  When M turned three it was a little bumpy but we thought we had it pretty good.

We decided we should have another kid because the first kid was pretty easy going.  Looking back, I think having a first child who is well behaved is a sick cosmic joke.  You mistakenly think that the second kid will be just like the first.  You think you can handle anything a second kid can throw at you.   Who knew that they would literally be throwing things at you?!

Right now D is throwing his wish for independence at me.  D turned 2 at the end of June but he has had this independent streak in him since he was a baby.    I do love that about him, don’t get me wrong.   That independence will help him gain confidence in himself and help him (hopefully) throughout his life.

It’s just that it’s tough to just let him do what he wants to do (within reason).

At the park today he told me to go away and leave him alone while he was playing.  I stepped back a few spaces but that wasn’t good enough for him.  I ended up sitting on a bench that to me seemed too far away but was perfect for him.

Turns out, he was really good at climbing the ladders at the playground without me.  Every now and then he looked for me to make sure I was at my bench.  It made me a little sad that I wasn’t needed.

When it was time to go he ran up to me and hugged me.   I guess he still needs his mommy sometimes, after all.