Ava and Riley anxiously await gifts on Christmas Eve!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Victorious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it played out just like everyone tells you- "It will happen overnight- when she is ready." I'm not sure who was more ready- me or Ava. I was definitely sick of buying diapers and even more sick of changing them on my gargantuanly large 2 1/2 year old.
After much frustration and bribery, I just didn't know what else to do to get my kid to use the potty. But I was determined. I wanted to oust the diaper expense from our budget and parade Ava around in cute little under gutchies. My sister swears she told me to use a timer a long time ago, but somehow I don't recall this directive. Anyway, I started setting the "potty timer" every 30 minutes. When it beeped I told Ava that it was time to sit on the potty and try to go. This was barely any effort at all and she didn't put up a fuss. There were times that she said she didn't have to go, so I just set the timer for an additional 10 minutes or so. It worked like magic. She was a little afraid of her poop but who isn't. Sometimes shit hurts! Nothing that a good book and some candy can't cure.
I can count the number of accidents she has had on one hand. I don't even use the timer anymore (that lasted maybe a week). She comes to me and tells me she has to go. We took a trip to Target last week and as we were approaching Elderton, Ava announces from the back seat, "I have to pee." Sweet!@#$ The only option was the very shady Corner Convenience Store in Elderton. I had to do it. It was a little dark, cramped and dirty, but I just held her over the toilet and she went! When we finally got to Target I promptly purchased some disposable Dora adhesive toilet liners for scary toilet situations.
Ava has even been staying dry throughout the night! A couple nights ago she woke up at 1 a.m. and told me she had to pee and poop. I rubbed my eyes, stumbled through the hall, tripped on some shoes and sat her on the potty. Sure enough, she did what she said she had to do! Diaperless is awesome!!!
After much frustration and bribery, I just didn't know what else to do to get my kid to use the potty. But I was determined. I wanted to oust the diaper expense from our budget and parade Ava around in cute little under gutchies. My sister swears she told me to use a timer a long time ago, but somehow I don't recall this directive. Anyway, I started setting the "potty timer" every 30 minutes. When it beeped I told Ava that it was time to sit on the potty and try to go. This was barely any effort at all and she didn't put up a fuss. There were times that she said she didn't have to go, so I just set the timer for an additional 10 minutes or so. It worked like magic. She was a little afraid of her poop but who isn't. Sometimes shit hurts! Nothing that a good book and some candy can't cure.
I can count the number of accidents she has had on one hand. I don't even use the timer anymore (that lasted maybe a week). She comes to me and tells me she has to go. We took a trip to Target last week and as we were approaching Elderton, Ava announces from the back seat, "I have to pee." Sweet!@#$ The only option was the very shady Corner Convenience Store in Elderton. I had to do it. It was a little dark, cramped and dirty, but I just held her over the toilet and she went! When we finally got to Target I promptly purchased some disposable Dora adhesive toilet liners for scary toilet situations.
Ava has even been staying dry throughout the night! A couple nights ago she woke up at 1 a.m. and told me she had to pee and poop. I rubbed my eyes, stumbled through the hall, tripped on some shoes and sat her on the potty. Sure enough, she did what she said she had to do! Diaperless is awesome!!!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
My Disney Princess
After much flip-flopping, Ava decided she wanted to be Cinderella for Halloween. She went from wanting to be La-La to Minnie Mouse and finally settled on Cinderella. I thought she pulled off a beautiful inter
pretation.
P.S. I've been living in fear of being kicked off my sister-in-law's blog roll. I haven't updated my blog in over 30 days. That is her rule.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Potty Blues
Ava is smart. So smart it sometimes scares me. She has reached every developmental milestone way ahead of schedule. She knows her shapes, colors, numbers to fifteen, ABCs and her verbal skills are absolutely astounding. It is like talking to a miniature adult. However, the one area Ava seems to be sluggish with is the potty. She really just would rather do her business in private without some big spectacle. The other day I walked into her room and found her standing beside her bed, gripping the bed spread with a very strained look on her face. The dialogue went as follows:
Me: "Ava are you pooping?"
Ava: turning her head "Don't look at me!"
Me: "Should we go sit on the potty?"
Ava: "Don't look at me!!! Just check your email!" (The computer is in her room)
Me: rolling around laughing on the floor
Really, I am running out of clever ideas for her to want to use the potty. I gave her a quarter every time she tried and when we got 10 quarters we went to the store to buy a barbie-- a barbie with a Vespa scooter! I've taken barbies, babies, and all her stuffed animals with us to use the potty. I've taken books and blankets and I have even composed a potty song. She reallllllllllllllyyyy likes the song but she never seems to go when I sing it. It goes a little somethin' like this, oh and I beat her feet together while I'm singing:
Pee and Poop
Pee and Poop in the potty not in your pants
Keep your pants clean
Keep your pants dry
And pee and poop
Pee and poop in the potty not in your pants
Woooooooooooo!!!- You have to say this at the end with extra emphasis
If anyone is interested in the melody to accompany the lyrics, call me and I will sing it for you. Any suggestions on this potty matter are welcome. We went through three pairs of underwear, pants and socks today after I had just put her on the potty like 5 minutes before each time she peed in her pants! Ugh!
Me: "Ava are you pooping?"
Ava: turning her head "Don't look at me!"
Me: "Should we go sit on the potty?"
Ava: "Don't look at me!!! Just check your email!" (The computer is in her room)
Me: rolling around laughing on the floor
Really, I am running out of clever ideas for her to want to use the potty. I gave her a quarter every time she tried and when we got 10 quarters we went to the store to buy a barbie-- a barbie with a Vespa scooter! I've taken barbies, babies, and all her stuffed animals with us to use the potty. I've taken books and blankets and I have even composed a potty song. She reallllllllllllllyyyy likes the song but she never seems to go when I sing it. It goes a little somethin' like this, oh and I beat her feet together while I'm singing:
Pee and Poop
Pee and Poop in the potty not in your pants
Keep your pants clean
Keep your pants dry
And pee and poop
Pee and poop in the potty not in your pants
Woooooooooooo!!!- You have to say this at the end with extra emphasis
If anyone is interested in the melody to accompany the lyrics, call me and I will sing it for you. Any suggestions on this potty matter are welcome. We went through three pairs of underwear, pants and socks today after I had just put her on the potty like 5 minutes before each time she peed in her pants! Ugh!
E Butters
Here are a couple of photos of Eliot when he was home in August. He and Ci Ci have the same expression on th
eir face.
Na is always so hilarious.
The embrace just before they pounced on one another over a toy.
eir face.
Na is always so hilarious.
The embrace just before they pounced on one another over a toy.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Rocky
Na got a new pet. Well, a "temporary" pet, right Na? Rocky has become my nephew Riley's newest obsession and best friend. Every time he is over at Na's, he plays, pets, walks, feeds and tends to Rocky's every need. And when he is not at Na's, he is constantly talking about how he needs to go there to play with Rocky. It is the sweetest thing. I think it is really good for Riley. It gives him a sense of responsibility and companionship. I think he might even have a box of dog bones at his house just waiting to feed to Rocky. At least that is what Ava told me, who by the way is petrified of Rocky's sweet face every time he comes within 5 feet. Every boy needs a dog, well, at least this boy.
Doesn't it look like they belong together?
Doesn't it look like they belong together?
Ava's 1st Crash
Ava decided to ride her bike while waiting for her daddy to get home from football practice. I, being the overprotective mother that I am, padded her down as best I could without applying the bubble wrap you use to ship packages. Of course when she tipped her bike over, what did I do? Yeah, I took some pictures. It was only a minor wreck. She didn't even get hurt. Well, really how could she with all her head gear and knee pads?
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