Friday, July 25, 2008

A day in the life...

So we are potty training this week. When I say we, I mean me. ME, ME and more ME. We're doing pretty good to...wait I mean I'M doing pretty good. Tate was forced into underwear on Monday and hasn't been allowed to put on a diaper for 5 days now (except at night). I drag him to the potty every 30-60 minute, sometimes kicking and screaming. At this point I'm sure your thinking...leave that kid alone, he's just not ready! This is where you'd be wrong. I agreed with you only a week ago, but I was wrong. Here's the thing, Tate CAN go potty, he just dosn't want to. That's where the ME potty training comes in. I drag him kicking, screaming and crying to the bathroom (he's also yelling, "I don't have to pee" over and over), I sit him down and what happens...he pees. Then he looks up smiling and say's in his little Tate voice "I peed". It's all a mind game he's playing with me, he wants me to go insane.
The pooping is not coming along so well, he's gone twice at night in a diaper, once in the dirt in the back yard (can you say here doggie doggie?) and today he went in his underwear...uuuuuugh! Most of you know I'm not a sweet mellow person so what did I do? I made him strip naked in the back yard take his own poopy underwear off and then I sprayed him down with the hose! Was that a little much?
I really hate potty traing...hense the reason my son is about to turn 4, yes I said 4 and he's finally being forced to do this thing already!
So I've been trapped in the house for days now, not daring to leave. When Alan got home early, I took the opportunity to run to the store. Now, I was gone maybe 20 minutes at the most. What I came home to was bedlam, I wish I had an audio sound bite to share with you because I could seriously hear the madness from the car when I pulled up. The kids were in the backyard having a seriously intese water fight (insert sound bite of high pitched screaming from 3 children) picture water all over the outside AND inside of the house, I could also hear my little baby screaming as though she had been dropped on her head. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had wandered into the water fight. Here's what I found...



Ok, so I love and adore my husband but this is actually his idea of watching the kids. I'm grateful that he's willing to let me leave them all in his care, but I have to be willing to come home to disaster. I'm usually so ready for a break that I risk it. Tallula is a serious Mommies girl, she had gotten herself so worked up, here's how I had to spend the rest of the day...


...no kidding, I had to hold her the rest of the day. If I even attempted to put her down she would intantly start wailing. It's the price I pay for 20 minutes of peace.

Oh and just for laughs, here's how fajita night goes in our house...





This is Tate opinion of peppers, here's Tanners...

Tanner: Ack, I hate peppers!

Alan: Listen, in this Mexican household we like peppers! (Uh, were not Mexican just to clarify)

Tanner: Were not Mexican, were Japanese! (wrong again)

Alan: Were Mexican today, now eat it!

4 comments:

Brenda said...

Oh...I do not envy you with the potty training! Stay sane! :)

Natalie and Eric said...

Ummmm...you're funny. I hope that the potty training sticks & goes a little better in the days to come. Let me know if you ever decide that you need a break from that yummy baby of yours, I'll be happy to take her off your hands :)

Tori said...

Oh, the evil potty training.

And for the record, that is what dinner looks like at my house every night. My kids like to mix things up though, so it is never the same kid complaining or scrunching up their faces all at once. They rotate.

Tasha Horsley said...

too funny! i love all the stories...