M and I were so proud (and slightly) amazed at the boys earlier today. We were playing cars on the floor and Z picked up one of the cars and says "Nissan!" Sure enough, it was the Nissan. We then proceeded to ask him what every car laying on the floor around us was. Every, single one of them he knew! Chevelle, Nova, Porshe, Mustang... without a beat he could tell us what they were. He even went into the playroom and found specific cars we were asking for ("where is your black nissan?"). G did really good too! He wasn't 100% on like Z was, but he could tell us what the majority of their cars were.
They aren't great a counting... usually goes something like "2,4,2,3,6,7,2,7,8,2". But at least they know their cars!
24 January 2011
18 January 2011
And So It Begins
This morning I was getting the boys dressed for a playdate in the afternoon.
Z looks at me and says "going bye?"
I tell him "No, we're having friends over!"
He gets a big smile and says "GIRLFRIENDS?!"
I laugh, "Girlfriends? You want girlfriends over?"
He giggles, "yyeeaaahhh".
Ahhh, my little ladies man.
Z looks at me and says "going bye?"
I tell him "No, we're having friends over!"
He gets a big smile and says "GIRLFRIENDS?!"
I laugh, "Girlfriends? You want girlfriends over?"
He giggles, "yyeeaaahhh".
Ahhh, my little ladies man.
05 January 2011
potty {deep breath} training
This afternoon we had an impromptu potty training session. Its something that I've been casually working on with the boys, but not really pushing it yet. Basically I'm getting them used to sitting on their potties and hopefully getting the general idea of what is supposed to happen in their heads.
I had been in the kitchen making the boys lunch. And I hear from the living room "MESSY!". Now, I should have known then that something was going on. In fact, I even had the thought "I'm probably going to regret not running in there right now to see what is going on". But I wanted to get lunch made and some dishes washed before we sat down to eat.
15 minutes later they were still both shouting "MESS!". And I finally made my way to the living room. And there were 2 adorable little boys. Completely naked. They had managed to unsnap the placket on their jammies. Unzip their jammies and take them off. And take off their diapers.
There in the middle of my living room floor, along with 3 obvious locations where they had peed, was a poop. Which they were squatting over, pointing at and yelling "MESS!"
Its one of those moments that you either cry or laugh hysterically. And laugh I did. It was just too funny to see their little nake-y bums squatting over this random poop in the middle of the living room.
I brought out the potties and told them they were supposed to go pee and poopy in their potties.
G was again naked when I came to get them for supper. I'm not sure if he's trying to tell me he doesn't like his wet diaper and wants it off. Or if he really just likes to strip and run around naked. I'm really leaning towards the later.
I had been in the kitchen making the boys lunch. And I hear from the living room "MESSY!". Now, I should have known then that something was going on. In fact, I even had the thought "I'm probably going to regret not running in there right now to see what is going on". But I wanted to get lunch made and some dishes washed before we sat down to eat.
15 minutes later they were still both shouting "MESS!". And I finally made my way to the living room. And there were 2 adorable little boys. Completely naked. They had managed to unsnap the placket on their jammies. Unzip their jammies and take them off. And take off their diapers.
There in the middle of my living room floor, along with 3 obvious locations where they had peed, was a poop. Which they were squatting over, pointing at and yelling "MESS!"
Its one of those moments that you either cry or laugh hysterically. And laugh I did. It was just too funny to see their little nake-y bums squatting over this random poop in the middle of the living room.
I brought out the potties and told them they were supposed to go pee and poopy in their potties.
And then decided they could wear undies at least until naptime and I would see how they did. They actually did really good. They both stayed dry through lunch. It was quite an amusing lunch in my opinion. Every 5 seconds I found myself saying "Tell mommy if you have to go pee or poopy. Don't pee on Elmo. Don't pee on Spongebob."
After lunch G did pee in his potty! I was so proud of him, and he was so proud to dump his pee in the toilet, flush the toilet, and best of all "wash!" The child LOVES to wash his hands! They both then had one accident before naptime when I put them back in a diaper. But I felt that for 2 hours in undies 2 children, 1 success and 2 accidents wasn't that bad.
After naptime Z discovered the clean undies that were still in the living room. And he felt that he should be wearing them (and yes, he did this himself with no help from me!)
03 January 2011
Milestones
I put up a post on my facebook earlier today and a friend mentioned I should journal my super woman moment as its a milestone. It only took a split second for me to realize she was right. So here it is.
Today I needed to run to the grocery store. Now 'running to the grocery store' isn't the same as most people. M is working the horrid shift of noon - 8pm, so I had no choice but to bring the boys with me. It involves the whole ugly process mentioned in 'the decision' along with a 30 minute car ride to the grocery store. I only had a short list today, mainly we needed milk and produce. Easy, peasy. For most people. In general I get to the store, unload the stroller, take one boy out of the truck, buckle him into the stroller, get the other boy out of the truck, buckle him into the stroller (that one usual screams), grab my purse and list and head inside. Lately, I've been branching out and letting the boys walk (while holding my hands) into the store, and then I put them in the basket of the cart. I'm not fond of doing it at this particular store because they have these odd little carts (no lie the sides of the basket are maybe 12-13"), and the front of the cart actually drops open.
Today I decided I will let the boys walk in the store. I discussed with them in great detail what we were going to do once we got in the store, and what sort of behavior I wanted to see. Sometimes that actually works.
I came out of that store feeling like super woman. They listened perfectly. There were no tantrums or meltdowns. No one ran away. They did try to get me to buy marshmallows and pudding. But after I explained to them that we already had that stuff at home and it wasn't on the list, they put them back on the shelf. I let them each pick out their own cereal. Originally they chose strawberry yogurt cheerios and banana nut cheerios, but after they realized I was actually letting them pick out what they wanted they chose cookie crisps and Reece's puffs (which sounded pprreeetttyyy good to pregnant mommy, and was NOT denying them those!) They marched around that store so proud to help me get the groceries off the shelf and push the cart. And we came out of the store with the only extras being 3 kinds of juice instead of just one (again, a side effect of being pregnant... they ALL sounded good to me!)
There were some potential difficulties getting out to the truck (2 toddlers, 4 heavy bags of groceries, 1 me). But, thankfully the store has baggers who also help you carry the groceries. I did get the one creepy person, but I was feeling on top of the world at that point and didn't care!
It made me so proud to see my little men behaving so big. I also had another proud moment where someone commented on how good they were talking.
It also gives me hope. Maybe, just maybe when this new baby arrives we will be OK. I will be able to do this after all.
Today I needed to run to the grocery store. Now 'running to the grocery store' isn't the same as most people. M is working the horrid shift of noon - 8pm, so I had no choice but to bring the boys with me. It involves the whole ugly process mentioned in 'the decision' along with a 30 minute car ride to the grocery store. I only had a short list today, mainly we needed milk and produce. Easy, peasy. For most people. In general I get to the store, unload the stroller, take one boy out of the truck, buckle him into the stroller, get the other boy out of the truck, buckle him into the stroller (that one usual screams), grab my purse and list and head inside. Lately, I've been branching out and letting the boys walk (while holding my hands) into the store, and then I put them in the basket of the cart. I'm not fond of doing it at this particular store because they have these odd little carts (no lie the sides of the basket are maybe 12-13"), and the front of the cart actually drops open.
Today I decided I will let the boys walk in the store. I discussed with them in great detail what we were going to do once we got in the store, and what sort of behavior I wanted to see. Sometimes that actually works.
I came out of that store feeling like super woman. They listened perfectly. There were no tantrums or meltdowns. No one ran away. They did try to get me to buy marshmallows and pudding. But after I explained to them that we already had that stuff at home and it wasn't on the list, they put them back on the shelf. I let them each pick out their own cereal. Originally they chose strawberry yogurt cheerios and banana nut cheerios, but after they realized I was actually letting them pick out what they wanted they chose cookie crisps and Reece's puffs (which sounded pprreeetttyyy good to pregnant mommy, and was NOT denying them those!) They marched around that store so proud to help me get the groceries off the shelf and push the cart. And we came out of the store with the only extras being 3 kinds of juice instead of just one (again, a side effect of being pregnant... they ALL sounded good to me!)
There were some potential difficulties getting out to the truck (2 toddlers, 4 heavy bags of groceries, 1 me). But, thankfully the store has baggers who also help you carry the groceries. I did get the one creepy person, but I was feeling on top of the world at that point and didn't care!
It made me so proud to see my little men behaving so big. I also had another proud moment where someone commented on how good they were talking.
It also gives me hope. Maybe, just maybe when this new baby arrives we will be OK. I will be able to do this after all.
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