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Time to potty!!!

13 Apr

My husband (eek, it still feels funny to call him that) and I have been worried, not gonna lie about it. Our son starts pre-K in about four months and he hasn’t so much as given the potty the time of day.

We bought him a “Cars” potty (which makes this annoying engine revving sound when he flushes it), we tried pull-ups (a.k.a. the more expensive diaper you can take off easily), we bought pull-ups that get cold when they get wet (a.k.a. the even more expensive diaper you can take off even more easily), we tried rewarding (candy, cars, stickers, you name it), we tried over-excessive pride (I lost count of the number of times I jumped around like a meth-head cheerleader on crack), we tried just having him run around naked from the waist down (I’ve seen dogs that pee in the house less than my son), we tried everything.

If you read anything about potty training, it’ll say that one of the signs of readiness is that they start being uncomfortable when their diaper is wet or messy. They actually start to dislike the feeling instead of just being indifferent about it. Well, our son has given indifference a whole new meaning over the past few months. He’s been more indifferent about that potty than the cast of Jersey Shore has been about etiquette and restraint.

Still not potty trained.

Now, I don’t know what has changed over the past couple of days… maybe it was taking his cars away from him with the promise that he will get one back for every time he does something in the potty. Maybe it was buying another potty to go at his grandmother’s house. One thing I know that helped was his grandmother (my mother-in-law) taking the time to constantly have him sit on his shiny new potty and do his business. Over the past three days, he has had ONE accident and I couldn’t be more proud.

It’s amazing how your life changes when you have kids. Just six years ago, I didn’t have a care in the world and was going out like every night and dancing like it was always party time. Now, I’m home with two beautiful kids and staying in every night, dancing because it’s potty time.

And my son is so proud of himself. This morning, my mother-in-law called me and put him on the phone because he just had to tell me, “I. Pooped. In. My. Brand. New. Potty!” I’m so glad that he’s catching on and proud of himself for his “accomplishments” so far. Now I only hope that I can keep up the awesome work that my mother-in-law has started!!

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The beginning of letting go…

22 Aug

Today was Taylor’s first day of Pre-k. I have been approaching this day, one of the HUGE firsts, with such apprehension. For the past four years, this little girl has only been out of my sight when she has been with a family member. Today, I had to leave her in the hands of strangers. I cannot begin to describe the whirlwind of confusing emotions I had churning inside of me, but I can name them. Pride. Doubt. Wonder. Sadness. Happiness. Fear. Love. Terror. Joy.

Taylor has been so excited about starting school. I know she is going to be just like me. I loved going to school and, even now, I love learning. We have been counting down the days on my desk calender and she was so excited last night I was amazed that she went to sleep as quickly as she did. Daniel did not have to leave for work super early so we were all able to go together to see her off on her first day. We walked in the building and while I signed her in Daniel and Jr. took her to the classroom to get settled in. She found her cubby right away, impressing her daddy and he came back out to me so I could go say bye while he took care of Daniel Jr. I went in and gave her a hug and pointed out a little girl she had met at the open house. Before leaving, I grabbed the sign they had made for me to use at pick up time and gave Taylor one last kiss. Before leaving the building I couldn’t help myself and had to sneak back a couple of times to peek in on her and, while she was very timid about approaching the other little kids, she wasn’t looking for me.

She wasn’t looking for me. Wow. There’s that sadness again.

I finally made it out to the parking lot and Daniel helped me get Jr. loaded up before he had to make his way to work. I pulled out of the parking lot before he did and it was a good thing too because he said one lady made it to the parking lot and lost it. I told him that if I had seen her lose it I probably would have lost it myself. The first time I really started to tear up is when Daniel Jr. and I went to Wal-Mart to pick out a present for him. As I was walking in I realized, oh my God, I am at the store with ONE child.

Today marked the beginning of letting go. She’s not my baby girl anymore. Even though I am so excited to be a witness to her growing into a beautiful woman. I miss my baby.

How did she get to be so big? I remember sleeping all night with her on my chest… breathing in her baby breath, feeling her heartbeat and soaking in the smoothness of her skin. Yesterday I was talking to Daniel and I was thinking back to the day when we were decorating her nursery and wondering what her voice was going to sound like. Now, I know all too well what her voice sounds like and my house is eerily silent without her here.

2:30 cannot come quickly enough today. I cannot wait to go get my baby and ask her about her day.