Boy-hood

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Well, I am so excited to finally write that my little boy is pretty much potty trained!  We tried EVERYTHING to get him here, and I had finally thrown my hands up in the air.  Suddenly about a month later, my son comes to me and says, “I want to go potty now.”!!  Hurray!!  So anyways, he does pretty good at making it to the toilet and the times that he misses are getting few and far between (thank goodness!!)

And now, the funny part….

For those of you that don’t know, I grew up in a house of mainly girls.  There were 7girls and 4 boys (including the parents), so we outnumbered the boys almost 2 to 1.  Well, because of this…when we all made the transition out of diapers the clothing of choice to cover our nakedness was–”panties”!  Being  in a house of girls, dad’s arguements and influences only went so far, and finally just gave up on his boys wearing “underwear”. 

This is not a lesson my huband got to learn.  He is of the opinion that they should be called “underwear” or the compromise is “unders”.  Its still quick, but not “panties”.  My son has other ideas.  He wants to call them “panties”.  So the other night my husband and son (for about 20 minutes) argued about what they should be called, until my son came running to me, very sad but not to the point of tears, and tried to tell me about the disagreement.  My husband laughed.  I just told my son that Daddy didn’t have to know about calling them “panties” and that it was ok. 

Several times since then, my son will tell me the story all over again and end with “but we don’t tell Daddy that they are ‘panties’”.  I don’t think that it will last, but just one of those decisions that a 3 1/2 year old knows he can make and wants to make…So for now, everytime we call them the “P” word, I just laugh.

Awnya Boam    

Story Time Felts Independent Consultant

http://www.time4felt.com/

Dinner Time Creativity

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This entry has been a while in coming for 2 reasons. First, I’ve been “testing” out what I’m about to say to make sure its not a one time good deal, which is often how it turns with my kids! Second, I’ve been spending every free second I could working on my website trying to get the pages to look better.

That said, here is my work-in-progress theory…
My 3 year old is a pretty good eater, but there are times that he just plain doesn’t want to eat! I know he’s hungry because he will devour anything else I put in front of hum, EXCEPT lunch! So, in order to make things more interesting, I have started to name his food….the following list are the ones we’ve tried so far…
Steamed Carrots (cut in circle shapes)- Orange Circles
Fish Sticks- Fishy Fingers
Broccoli- Trees (ok, I didn’t come up with this one, but he seems to like it…)
Sandwiches cut into triangles- Triangles
Ham cut into long rectangles- Sticks

I know that there are more examples of this…but I can’t seem to think of anything at this moment! I don’t know why we actually started naming the foods, but my son really likes that things are different names and likes to eat them. It might be because it makes time at the table a little more fun, or maybe I’m just a little more fun when I’m encouraging him to eat his “sticks” rather than his ham.
Sometimes I will also say something like, “bet ya can’t eat 3 fishy’s” and then pretend not to pay attention. When he does eat them, I act like I don’t think that he did and ask him where they went. I act all surprised and confused. He really likes this too. My son gets more to eat at dinner and I’m not stuffing the food into his mouth…it’s a win, win situation!!

Awnya Boam    

Story Time Felts Independent Consultant

http://www.time4felt.com/

What was I thinking?

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We were finishing up dinner the other night and the kids were completely covered from head to toe in mashed potatoes and gravy.  Instead of stressing over my two “gravy monsters” I decided that the best thing to do was to stick them in the bath tub.  I had been running late all night and was supposed to be attending an online team meeting.  I hardly ever make it to the meetings at night simply because I forget, but I was determined to make it!

So I quickly run the bath while the kids are finishing up at the table and hurry to my computer to log on.  As soon as I do this I run back to the table and grab the baby to stick her in the tub.  I zip through undressing her and place her in the tub with the toys (and yes, there is water in there…) and make my way back to the computer. 

A few seconds later she starts fussing (which I might add is a normal thing for her…she wants to be in the tub, then gets in and fusses till we take her out!…then she tries to climb back in…) I peek around the corner and say a quick, “Oh, you’re fine.” As I continue to try to catch up on what I’ve missed. 

A few minutes later dad happened by and I hear, “What’s going on in here?”

“Oh, Great!” I think as I get up to see what disaster she’s made in the bath tub…And what do I see?  Dad pulling her diaper off!  I was in so much of a hurry that I had forgotten to take off her diaper when sticking her in the tub.  Of course she knew mom had lost her mind, but I wasn’t listening!  Poor kid…its pretty rough to be 17 months old and know that your mom is crazy!