OK, ok ok. I know I have been seriously slacking as far as this blog is concerned. But, I promise, I have been a busy little bee since I last posted. It's been, what? 4 months? Geeze - so much happens in 4 months.
I am totally pooping in the potty all the time now. I mean, it seems silly to even type it because it's so natural. I can't believe I used to NOT poop in the potty. Yuk.
Since you last heard from me, I took a trip with Mom and Dad to Western New York. That's where both my mom and dad were born. (It's funny because they didn't meet there. Mom says she had to move all the way to California to fall in love with the boy next door.) I got to hang out with all my cousins on my Dad's side for Thanksgiving. Then, I got to hang out with a ton of cousins on my Mom's side too. It sure was fun to meet all the Mooney's. I got to look at pictures of my grandpa when he was a race car driver. He was super good. And there pictures of my Nana in some really groovy dresses that my mom said she wishes she could wear now.
The best part was meeting all my Great Aunties - Great Auntie Carol, Great Auntie Florence, and Great Auntie Irma! Great Auntie Carol is my Grandpa's little sister. She sends me cards all the time and I was pretty excited to meet her for the first time. I was so excited that I got all shy. Next time I go to Western New York I am gonna not be so shy.
Anywhoo, it's only a few days before Christmas. I've been having so much fun everyday looking to see where Ellie T Elf is hiding, and dancing with Daddy at night in front of the Christmas tree. I got a new Advent calendar from my friend Abby and I love getting my little presents every night. I've been telling mom what to put on my Santa list. It's pretty full right now - everything from a baby doll with a pacifier to the MacDonald's playground. I hope Santa has lots of wrapping paper!
Speaking of Christmas, I moved to pre-school a few months ago and just a few days ago my class all walked over to the Disney Studio Lot and sang Christmas carols for all the people that work there. Now, I should be clear that *I* did not actually sing. I chose to hum. I mean, ANYONE can sing, but to hum Feliz Navidad, now that takes skill. I like to think that I hum 2 languages. English AND Spanish. Not bad for a 3 year-old.
I should get to bed now. It's late and tomorrow is a stay home day. Mom said that maybe we'll do something really special. I don't know what it is yet, but I will tell you all about it in my next post.
Feliz Navidad!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Time Flies
When you're pooping in the potty!
And that's exactly what I've been doing.
It's strange what happens when you give up the ghost and just listen to your body. Things come so much easier. I'll be eating dinner, sitting there just fine, drinking my milk when WHAM my body tells me it's time to poop. So I shout out,
"I have to poop!"
And mom or dad or whoever is sitting there with me says okay, let's go and they get me down and I run into the bathroom, take my pants off and put my poops in the toilet free and clear. It's awesome. I'm not sure how many 2 1/2 year olds read this blog but take it from me - pooping in the toilet is the best thing ever. No more fighting with your body. No more crapping in your underwear only to have to clean yourself up afterwards and ruin your favorite princess underpants. Why bother? Why not just poop into a pristine pool of crystal clear water and be done with it? I know it makes perfect sense saying it out loud and I know there's a million reasons why you'd rather hide behind a curtain and soil yourself there but just think about it. I've been there, done that and I can tell you that the toilet is the best thing ever. Trust me.
Anyway, I think I might be done blogging about the toilet. It's pretty much part of who I am now and it's just something I do (like the rest of the grown-ups) so I think I might just put this to rest. Of course if something bathroom related comes up I'll be sure to write about it but I'm hoping that won't happen.
But we'll see.
And that's exactly what I've been doing.
It's strange what happens when you give up the ghost and just listen to your body. Things come so much easier. I'll be eating dinner, sitting there just fine, drinking my milk when WHAM my body tells me it's time to poop. So I shout out,
"I have to poop!"
And mom or dad or whoever is sitting there with me says okay, let's go and they get me down and I run into the bathroom, take my pants off and put my poops in the toilet free and clear. It's awesome. I'm not sure how many 2 1/2 year olds read this blog but take it from me - pooping in the toilet is the best thing ever. No more fighting with your body. No more crapping in your underwear only to have to clean yourself up afterwards and ruin your favorite princess underpants. Why bother? Why not just poop into a pristine pool of crystal clear water and be done with it? I know it makes perfect sense saying it out loud and I know there's a million reasons why you'd rather hide behind a curtain and soil yourself there but just think about it. I've been there, done that and I can tell you that the toilet is the best thing ever. Trust me.
Anyway, I think I might be done blogging about the toilet. It's pretty much part of who I am now and it's just something I do (like the rest of the grown-ups) so I think I might just put this to rest. Of course if something bathroom related comes up I'll be sure to write about it but I'm hoping that won't happen.
But we'll see.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Smooth Sailing
So it's been like two weeks since I've posted here but I have really freaking good news:
I have pooped in the toilet the entire time! Nothing in my underwear!
It's so weird. My parents will ask me, "Do you have to poop? Do you have to poop?", and I'm always like, "No!" But every day (or some times every other day) I would get that feeling in my body and I knew that I didn't want to poop in my underwear so I'd shout out "I've got to poop!" and my mom or my dad would take me over to the toilet where I'd go poop. Other times I'd just be sitting there going pee pee and the poop would come out too so either way I'm nailing it.
In other news, it's been like a million degrees here in the Valley so we've been doing a lot of water play at school. I also got to swim in my friend J's pool which was a lot of fun. It's supposed to stay hot for the next week or so so maybe I'll get more pool time. Here's hoping.
I have pooped in the toilet the entire time! Nothing in my underwear!
It's so weird. My parents will ask me, "Do you have to poop? Do you have to poop?", and I'm always like, "No!" But every day (or some times every other day) I would get that feeling in my body and I knew that I didn't want to poop in my underwear so I'd shout out "I've got to poop!" and my mom or my dad would take me over to the toilet where I'd go poop. Other times I'd just be sitting there going pee pee and the poop would come out too so either way I'm nailing it.
In other news, it's been like a million degrees here in the Valley so we've been doing a lot of water play at school. I also got to swim in my friend J's pool which was a lot of fun. It's supposed to stay hot for the next week or so so maybe I'll get more pool time. Here's hoping.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Getting Easier
Not to brag or anything, but I totally put my poops in the potty again tonight. Now I'm not saying I poopy every night (for example I didn't poop anything yesterday) but when I go I've been getting everything in the potty no problem. I haven't ruined any underpants in over a week!
Amazing.
I could always hear my mom and dad talking to my teachers, asking if there was anything they needed to do to help me along and the teachers always said, "Nope. We promise you that she won't be doing this in college." Then they would break out into laughter and jokes and other things that adults do that are pretty boring.
Maybe they were right. I think I'm getting the hang of this.
On another note, I do need to let you know that my mom's going on a trip tomorrow and will be back in six nights. She said she's going to bring me a surprise so that's pretty cool and my dad and I should have lots of fun so everything's going to be okay. I just know that I'm going to miss her a little bit when it's not her face that pokes in on me in the morning or her face I see when I climb the stairs at the end of the day. But dad's super fun and I love spending time with him so everything's fine. I love my daddy/daughter time.
And I hereby solemnly swear to poop in the potty the entire time mom's gone.
Amazing.
I could always hear my mom and dad talking to my teachers, asking if there was anything they needed to do to help me along and the teachers always said, "Nope. We promise you that she won't be doing this in college." Then they would break out into laughter and jokes and other things that adults do that are pretty boring.
Maybe they were right. I think I'm getting the hang of this.
On another note, I do need to let you know that my mom's going on a trip tomorrow and will be back in six nights. She said she's going to bring me a surprise so that's pretty cool and my dad and I should have lots of fun so everything's going to be okay. I just know that I'm going to miss her a little bit when it's not her face that pokes in on me in the morning or her face I see when I climb the stairs at the end of the day. But dad's super fun and I love spending time with him so everything's fine. I love my daddy/daughter time.
And I hereby solemnly swear to poop in the potty the entire time mom's gone.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Seems To Me
The song seems to be working. I haven't ruined any underwear in about a week. Even yesterday I pooped right in the toilet. Pretty cool. Although today I didn't have any poops at all so I'm not sure how that's going to play out tomorrow.
But we'll see.
But we'll see.
Friday, July 10, 2009
A Girl Named CallaLilly
So, you know I have been making some progress in the poop arena lately. My Dad thinks it is because I am getting bigger and that I am growing up, but I have a secret to tell you. It's not that at all. It's because I want to be just like this girl named CallaLilly.
A couple days ago, while I was sitting on the potty, my mom told me a story that goes a little something like this:
Once upon a time there was a little girl named CallaLilly and she loved to hula hoop. One day she was outside and she was hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping when all of a sudden she felt a "knock knock knock" on her belly.
"Hm," said CallaLilly. "I think that might be my body telling me I have to go poopy. But I don't want to stop hula hooping."
So, she didn't. She ignored the "knock knock knocking" and kept right on hula hooping. Then, all of a sudden, you know what happened? SHE POOPIED IN HER PANTS.
Oh, no. These were CallaLilly's favorite princess underpants and now they were ruined. She started to cry and her mom came out and said, "well, CallaLilly, I am sorry we have to throw away your favorite princess underpants, and I am sorry, but it looks like we are done hula hooping for today. We need to get you inside and get you all cleaned up. It's going to take a while, so there won't be any time left for hula hooping."
CallaLilly was very sad. She was having so much fun, it was like a party. And now the party was over.
That's when her mom said, "Next time you should listen to your body, put your poopy in the potty and then you can go back to your hula hoop party."
The next day was a sunny day and CallaLilly couldn't wait to get outside and start her hula hooping party. She jumped out of bed, put on her last pair of princess underpants and her favorite pink tutu, and she ran out the door to get her hula hoop. There she stood in the yard, hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping, when all of a sudden she sudden she felt a "knock knock knock" on her belly.
"Hm," said CallaLilly. "I think that might be my body telling me I have to go poopy." Now, CallaLilly didn't really want to stop hula hooping, but she remembered what her mommy said. "If you listen to your body and put your poopy in the potty then you can go back to your hula hooping party." And that is just what she did.
CallaLilly dropped her hula hoop and ran into the house and into the bathroom. She took off her favorite pink tutu and her last pair of princess underpants and sat down on the potty just in time for KERPLUNK. Her poopy landed right in the toilet. No fuss and, more importantly, no mess. Her mom came in and helped her get wiped off. Then CallaLilly washed her hands, put on her last pair of princess underpants and her favorite pink tutu and ran outside where she spent the rest of the day hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping...
THE END
A couple days ago, while I was sitting on the potty, my mom told me a story that goes a little something like this:
Once upon a time there was a little girl named CallaLilly and she loved to hula hoop. One day she was outside and she was hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping when all of a sudden she felt a "knock knock knock" on her belly.
"Hm," said CallaLilly. "I think that might be my body telling me I have to go poopy. But I don't want to stop hula hooping."
So, she didn't. She ignored the "knock knock knocking" and kept right on hula hooping. Then, all of a sudden, you know what happened? SHE POOPIED IN HER PANTS.
Oh, no. These were CallaLilly's favorite princess underpants and now they were ruined. She started to cry and her mom came out and said, "well, CallaLilly, I am sorry we have to throw away your favorite princess underpants, and I am sorry, but it looks like we are done hula hooping for today. We need to get you inside and get you all cleaned up. It's going to take a while, so there won't be any time left for hula hooping."
CallaLilly was very sad. She was having so much fun, it was like a party. And now the party was over.
That's when her mom said, "Next time you should listen to your body, put your poopy in the potty and then you can go back to your hula hoop party."
The next day was a sunny day and CallaLilly couldn't wait to get outside and start her hula hooping party. She jumped out of bed, put on her last pair of princess underpants and her favorite pink tutu, and she ran out the door to get her hula hoop. There she stood in the yard, hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping, when all of a sudden she sudden she felt a "knock knock knock" on her belly.
"Hm," said CallaLilly. "I think that might be my body telling me I have to go poopy." Now, CallaLilly didn't really want to stop hula hooping, but she remembered what her mommy said. "If you listen to your body and put your poopy in the potty then you can go back to your hula hooping party." And that is just what she did.
CallaLilly dropped her hula hoop and ran into the house and into the bathroom. She took off her favorite pink tutu and her last pair of princess underpants and sat down on the potty just in time for KERPLUNK. Her poopy landed right in the toilet. No fuss and, more importantly, no mess. Her mom came in and helped her get wiped off. Then CallaLilly washed her hands, put on her last pair of princess underpants and her favorite pink tutu and ran outside where she spent the rest of the day hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping and hula hooping...
THE END
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
3 Times The Charm For #2
Yeah, you know what that means.
I TOTALLY POOPED IN THE POTTY AGAIN TONIGHT!
Apparently, yesterday I didn't eat enough fiber to warrant a poop so there was no action on that front. But today was a different story.
I had a good day at school, pretty much the usual. I read books in the loft, rode bikes out in the yard, participated in circle time. No poop though. I figured my dad was going to ask when he came to pick me up and sure enough, when he asked I just told him that I didn't go. It really was simple as that.
Dad and I drove home and we talked about the day and I told him who was sick and who was crying (names I won't name here in this public forum) and when we got home I announced that I had to poop. Mom and dad swooped in and put me on the toilet and I guess I knew that some where, deep down inside, I had to go but this just wasn't the right time. We sat for a couple of minutes before I realized that it wasn't going to happen so I got off the toilet and we ate our spaghetti and meat sauce dinner.
After dinner, mom brought me upstairs for bath and dad stayed downstairs to clean up. Mom put me on the toilet and before I knew it -
OUT CAME THE POOPIE!
I was pretty excited. But so was mom. She called up dad and he ran up the stairs and they all smiled and clapped and were happy.
And I was pretty happy too.
I TOTALLY POOPED IN THE POTTY AGAIN TONIGHT!
Apparently, yesterday I didn't eat enough fiber to warrant a poop so there was no action on that front. But today was a different story.
I had a good day at school, pretty much the usual. I read books in the loft, rode bikes out in the yard, participated in circle time. No poop though. I figured my dad was going to ask when he came to pick me up and sure enough, when he asked I just told him that I didn't go. It really was simple as that.
Dad and I drove home and we talked about the day and I told him who was sick and who was crying (names I won't name here in this public forum) and when we got home I announced that I had to poop. Mom and dad swooped in and put me on the toilet and I guess I knew that some where, deep down inside, I had to go but this just wasn't the right time. We sat for a couple of minutes before I realized that it wasn't going to happen so I got off the toilet and we ate our spaghetti and meat sauce dinner.
After dinner, mom brought me upstairs for bath and dad stayed downstairs to clean up. Mom put me on the toilet and before I knew it -
OUT CAME THE POOPIE!
I was pretty excited. But so was mom. She called up dad and he ran up the stairs and they all smiled and clapped and were happy.
And I was pretty happy too.
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