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.
Monday, July 6, 2009
2 For 2 (for #2)
Maybe I'm obsessing but I think this is important. Two critical things:
1. I pooped in the toilet yesterday.
2. I pooed in the toilet today.
Holy Cow, right? That's two days in a row that I didn't poop in my underwear but rather, taking the subtle cues from deep within my body, knew that it was time to sit on the toilet and put my poops there. I think I might actually be starting to get the hang of this.
Just to give you the low down on how both miraculous poops went down (and out!):
Yesterday mom worked like a Japanese beaver to give me a good day. She got up early, she made me breakfast in bed (french fried toast sticks!) and then did the same for dad because he was being a lazy bones and was still in bed by the time mom and I were done eating our breakfast in my bed. We brought him his french fried toast sticks and while he and I ate them in his bed (which, I guess, counted as my second breakfast in bed for the day) mom went to clean up and use the computer and found this really great beach called Mother's Beach and so we grabbed our gear and headed out.
I had a super-fantastic time and then went home and had my lunch and took my nap. When I woke up my mom and dad never got around to putting pants back on me and after a little while I felt that ol' familiar knocking at the back door so I ran past my dad, who was playing with me at the time, shouted "I've got to poop!" and got right up on the toilet and pushed my poop out. Mom and dad where so thrilled that I got to eat the sucker that mom promised me on our trip to Disneyland not too long ago and the three of us retired to the porch and I ate my snack.
It was the sweetest treat I'd ever eaten.
So today it was back to business as usual, getting up, having my juice, going to school and all of that. I think I might have been a little out of sorts because I didn't take a nap today at all. I might have still been all worked up over the long weekend and the poop in the toilet and sucker and all of that but other than not napping the day went really well. It was mom's yoga night so that meant dad was in charge of getting me to bed so after I pushed mom out the door after dinner dad and I went upstairs. He got changed out of his work clothes and put his bag in his office and then we went into the bathroom where he said it was time to get the bath going. And then there it was; my body telling me that it was time to poop so I announced, "I gotta poop," pulled my underpants down, sat on the toilet and let it rip.
It was awesome.
Dad smiled and cheered and sang and I asked for a sucker but dad reminded me that the sucker was a special one time treat and I don't get one every time I poop in the toilet. But he did say he was proud of me and happy and that was good enough. And he let me have bubbles in my bath so that was fun too.
I gotta tell you - pooping in the toilet is way better than pooping in my underpants. I just wonder how long I can keep this up. Hopefully forever but I'm going to take it one day at a time for now.
1. I pooped in the toilet yesterday.
2. I pooed in the toilet today.
Holy Cow, right? That's two days in a row that I didn't poop in my underwear but rather, taking the subtle cues from deep within my body, knew that it was time to sit on the toilet and put my poops there. I think I might actually be starting to get the hang of this.
Just to give you the low down on how both miraculous poops went down (and out!):
Yesterday mom worked like a Japanese beaver to give me a good day. She got up early, she made me breakfast in bed (french fried toast sticks!) and then did the same for dad because he was being a lazy bones and was still in bed by the time mom and I were done eating our breakfast in my bed. We brought him his french fried toast sticks and while he and I ate them in his bed (which, I guess, counted as my second breakfast in bed for the day) mom went to clean up and use the computer and found this really great beach called Mother's Beach and so we grabbed our gear and headed out.
I had a super-fantastic time and then went home and had my lunch and took my nap. When I woke up my mom and dad never got around to putting pants back on me and after a little while I felt that ol' familiar knocking at the back door so I ran past my dad, who was playing with me at the time, shouted "I've got to poop!" and got right up on the toilet and pushed my poop out. Mom and dad where so thrilled that I got to eat the sucker that mom promised me on our trip to Disneyland not too long ago and the three of us retired to the porch and I ate my snack.
It was the sweetest treat I'd ever eaten.
So today it was back to business as usual, getting up, having my juice, going to school and all of that. I think I might have been a little out of sorts because I didn't take a nap today at all. I might have still been all worked up over the long weekend and the poop in the toilet and sucker and all of that but other than not napping the day went really well. It was mom's yoga night so that meant dad was in charge of getting me to bed so after I pushed mom out the door after dinner dad and I went upstairs. He got changed out of his work clothes and put his bag in his office and then we went into the bathroom where he said it was time to get the bath going. And then there it was; my body telling me that it was time to poop so I announced, "I gotta poop," pulled my underpants down, sat on the toilet and let it rip.
It was awesome.
Dad smiled and cheered and sang and I asked for a sucker but dad reminded me that the sucker was a special one time treat and I don't get one every time I poop in the toilet. But he did say he was proud of me and happy and that was good enough. And he let me have bubbles in my bath so that was fun too.
I gotta tell you - pooping in the toilet is way better than pooping in my underpants. I just wonder how long I can keep this up. Hopefully forever but I'm going to take it one day at a time for now.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Still?
It's been a week and things are still pretty much the way they were. Maybe I'm dwelling on this. Maybe I should tell you what else is going on in my life and in the world.
Um, let's see...
Michael Jackson died, Farrah Fawcett died, Karl Malden died...
DEAR GOD, I'M STILL POOPING IN MY PANTS!
Today I did it in the loft at school. It's nice up there. Quiet and relaxing so maybe that's why I like it. Still; I know that my poop goes in the toilet but I'm still working out the logistics on that. Hopefully soon.
Anyway, the long weekend is coming up so I'm looking forward to that. More time to spend with mom and dad. It's supposed to be hot so I'm hoping they break out the froggy pool for me. We used it last weekend and when I was done my dad and I used the water from the pool to water all the plants along the drive way and building. It was nice to not waste the water but rather use it to make the plants and flowers very happy. And they were.
Um, let's see...
Michael Jackson died, Farrah Fawcett died, Karl Malden died...
DEAR GOD, I'M STILL POOPING IN MY PANTS!
Today I did it in the loft at school. It's nice up there. Quiet and relaxing so maybe that's why I like it. Still; I know that my poop goes in the toilet but I'm still working out the logistics on that. Hopefully soon.
Anyway, the long weekend is coming up so I'm looking forward to that. More time to spend with mom and dad. It's supposed to be hot so I'm hoping they break out the froggy pool for me. We used it last weekend and when I was done my dad and I used the water from the pool to water all the plants along the drive way and building. It was nice to not waste the water but rather use it to make the plants and flowers very happy. And they were.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Another Day, Another Pair of Ruined Underpants
Yeah, well there you go. I'm not sure what happened, if I was too busy having a good time to bother doing it the right way or if the signs were too subtle for me to react appropriately but I did it again.
I pooped in my pants.
I guess I should find some solace in the fact that I'm comfortable enough to say it out loud ("I pooped in my pants!") but still. There's got to be an end in sight, right? But I don't see it. My parents and my teachers all shrug their shoulders and say, "Oh well, that's okay. Maybe tomorrow. We're getting closer!" How do they know? They don't know what's going on inside of me. They don't know what I'm feeling or if I'll ever get the hang of it.
What if I don't? What if I never get the hang of pooping in the toilet and I'm forever pooping in my underpants? I know they say that I won't be doing this in college but what if I am? There must be people that never quite get the hang of pooping in toilet and what if I'm one of them? You won't read about them in the newspaper or see them on TV but they must exist. As big as world as this is those people must be out there.
Okay, I can't let this get to me. I need to concentrate and focus and keep my eye on the prize.
Poop in the potty.
Poop in the potty.
I can do this.
Just as a side-note, the poop in my underwear at school yesterday was so severe they had to use scissors to extract the underpants from my body. What the heck am I doing?
I pooped in my pants.
I guess I should find some solace in the fact that I'm comfortable enough to say it out loud ("I pooped in my pants!") but still. There's got to be an end in sight, right? But I don't see it. My parents and my teachers all shrug their shoulders and say, "Oh well, that's okay. Maybe tomorrow. We're getting closer!" How do they know? They don't know what's going on inside of me. They don't know what I'm feeling or if I'll ever get the hang of it.
What if I don't? What if I never get the hang of pooping in the toilet and I'm forever pooping in my underpants? I know they say that I won't be doing this in college but what if I am? There must be people that never quite get the hang of pooping in toilet and what if I'm one of them? You won't read about them in the newspaper or see them on TV but they must exist. As big as world as this is those people must be out there.
Okay, I can't let this get to me. I need to concentrate and focus and keep my eye on the prize.
Poop in the potty.
Poop in the potty.
I can do this.
Just as a side-note, the poop in my underwear at school yesterday was so severe they had to use scissors to extract the underpants from my body. What the heck am I doing?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I Gotta Be Honest
Things aren't going so great on the potty front. I know last time I blabbed at ya I had just pinched one off into the toilet but maybe I was getting ahead of myself by thinking I had figured this whole "pooping in the potty" thing out. Maybe I got cocky. Maybe I felt like I could stop pooping in my underwear whenever I wanted. But the truth is:
This is tough.
Sure I've put my poops in the toilet one or two time since this last post but do the math - it's been almost three weeks since I've written here so you tell me how many pairs of Jasmine underpants I've befouled.
It's a tricky situation. I know where the poop is supposed to go. Mom and dad and all my teachers won't stop asking me and telling me all about it. I know. I get it. But that's a long stretch to actually getting the vibe from you lower regions to getting to the potty and pulling your pants off and then sitting down and taking care of business. I can't seemed to find that groove just yet.
What's a girl to do?
Everyone tells me that it's not a big deal so I guess I'm not that worried but still. I think I really need to figure this out. The one time I did put my poop in the toilet at school the teacher called my dad on the phone and let me talk to him and tell him all about it. He seemed pretty excited to hear about it and he told me that the next time I put my poop in the toilet I can call him again so maybe I'll just do that tomorrow.
Maybe.
This is tough.
Sure I've put my poops in the toilet one or two time since this last post but do the math - it's been almost three weeks since I've written here so you tell me how many pairs of Jasmine underpants I've befouled.
It's a tricky situation. I know where the poop is supposed to go. Mom and dad and all my teachers won't stop asking me and telling me all about it. I know. I get it. But that's a long stretch to actually getting the vibe from you lower regions to getting to the potty and pulling your pants off and then sitting down and taking care of business. I can't seemed to find that groove just yet.
What's a girl to do?
Everyone tells me that it's not a big deal so I guess I'm not that worried but still. I think I really need to figure this out. The one time I did put my poop in the toilet at school the teacher called my dad on the phone and let me talk to him and tell him all about it. He seemed pretty excited to hear about it and he told me that the next time I put my poop in the toilet I can call him again so maybe I'll just do that tomorrow.
Maybe.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
So here it is
***WARNING. THERE IS A PRETTY GROSS PICTURE AT THE END OF THIS POST. I'M JUST LETTING YOU KNOW NOW.***
I finally had the moment you've all been waiting for. That singular, shining achievement in a young girl's life that she'll always look back on and smile.
But let me back up a few moments.
Dad and I got home and mom had dinner waiting for us and she hasn't been feeling all that great lately so it was up to dad to give my bath, brush my teeth and all the rest of the bathroom part of our night time routine. Now, since mom's stopped traveling she's been doing this most nights so it took me a minute to get back into the swing of how dad does things but it went fine and we were having a good time in the tub. He even let me draw on the walls with these crazy washable crayons.
Where things went wrong, however, was when it was time to get out of the tub and dad washed the drawings off the sides of the tub.
Big mistake, dad.
I wanted to do that. I really, really, really wanted to do that and now that dad had done it (meaning I couldn't do it) I was pretty mad. And I let him know. I started crying and kicking and carrying on and complaining over and over how I wanted to wash the walls but dad didn't do anything except keep asking me,
"Do you want to be rinsed with the cup or the shower? Which one? You choose."
It was infuriating. I was still caught up in the fact that I wasn't able to wash the drawings off the tub walls so I wasn't about to make a decision between the cup and the shower but he kept asking me,
"Do you want to be rinsed with the cup or the shower? Which one? You choose."
I eventually shut down and turned my back to him and refused to even acknowledge that he was there. And he eventually gave me my final warning adding,
"If you don't choose, dad will choose."
I just sat there and grunted. So dad chose shower. And I hate shower.
All the screaming and crying started all over as dad hosed me down with the shower nozzle and when he was done he lifted me out and dried me off but I was just beside myself that I wasn't being rinsed off with the cup and after dad had dried my hair he sat me on the little step and told me that we were going to sit there until I calmed down and he sat on the other little step but I kept right on crying.
Then I felt something deep within me. Something moving. Something brown.
I half stood up off the little step and looked at dad through my tears and he must have smelt it because he picked me up and put me right on the toilet where I
POOPED!
It was amazing. It was in the toilet. Dad ran into the other room and got mom and she came out and they were so happy for me that I forgot why I was so pissed off in the first place. I tried to remember just so I could get back to crying but mom and dad kept telling me what a great job I'd done that eventually being happy seemed like a better deal than crying.
I'm pretty proud of myself. I can't wait to tell my teachers tomorrow. My plan is to keep putting my poops in the toilet but we'll see how that goes.
In case you were wondering, here's what it looked like. It's gone now but I love it just the same:
And that's the story of that.
I finally had the moment you've all been waiting for. That singular, shining achievement in a young girl's life that she'll always look back on and smile.
But let me back up a few moments.
Dad and I got home and mom had dinner waiting for us and she hasn't been feeling all that great lately so it was up to dad to give my bath, brush my teeth and all the rest of the bathroom part of our night time routine. Now, since mom's stopped traveling she's been doing this most nights so it took me a minute to get back into the swing of how dad does things but it went fine and we were having a good time in the tub. He even let me draw on the walls with these crazy washable crayons.
Where things went wrong, however, was when it was time to get out of the tub and dad washed the drawings off the sides of the tub.
Big mistake, dad.
I wanted to do that. I really, really, really wanted to do that and now that dad had done it (meaning I couldn't do it) I was pretty mad. And I let him know. I started crying and kicking and carrying on and complaining over and over how I wanted to wash the walls but dad didn't do anything except keep asking me,
"Do you want to be rinsed with the cup or the shower? Which one? You choose."
It was infuriating. I was still caught up in the fact that I wasn't able to wash the drawings off the tub walls so I wasn't about to make a decision between the cup and the shower but he kept asking me,
"Do you want to be rinsed with the cup or the shower? Which one? You choose."
I eventually shut down and turned my back to him and refused to even acknowledge that he was there. And he eventually gave me my final warning adding,
"If you don't choose, dad will choose."
I just sat there and grunted. So dad chose shower. And I hate shower.
All the screaming and crying started all over as dad hosed me down with the shower nozzle and when he was done he lifted me out and dried me off but I was just beside myself that I wasn't being rinsed off with the cup and after dad had dried my hair he sat me on the little step and told me that we were going to sit there until I calmed down and he sat on the other little step but I kept right on crying.
Then I felt something deep within me. Something moving. Something brown.
I half stood up off the little step and looked at dad through my tears and he must have smelt it because he picked me up and put me right on the toilet where I
POOPED!
It was amazing. It was in the toilet. Dad ran into the other room and got mom and she came out and they were so happy for me that I forgot why I was so pissed off in the first place. I tried to remember just so I could get back to crying but mom and dad kept telling me what a great job I'd done that eventually being happy seemed like a better deal than crying.
I'm pretty proud of myself. I can't wait to tell my teachers tomorrow. My plan is to keep putting my poops in the toilet but we'll see how that goes.
In case you were wondering, here's what it looked like. It's gone now but I love it just the same:
And that's the story of that.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Well.......
I figured I'd give it a couple of days and then come back with a triumphant post:
I POOPED IN THE POTTY!
But apparently I'm still not ready yet.
I know when I have to go. I always put my pee pee in the potty, I never have accidents, I wake up with a dry diaper and I don't mess the carseat. But when it comes to the poops, I still love standing in the corner and doing it there. Maybe it's the privacy. Maybe it's the fact that I can stand but there's just something about pooping in my pants that I can't let go of just yet. I mean, I know that the poops go in the toilet and I know that I'm not supposed to poop in my pants and I know my parents aren't going to put me back in a diaper but in spite of all of these things I'm still putting my poops in my pants.
Mom and dad have been pretty relaxed about it which is cool. And the teachers at school are pretty laid back as well so I guess there's no rush. Except for the fact that I'm ruining an awful lot of underwear
I really miss my Jasmine panties.
Oh, and today is my daddy's birthday. I made him a special crown at school and then tore it in half on the way home. I feel kinda bad about that.
I POOPED IN THE POTTY!
But apparently I'm still not ready yet.
I know when I have to go. I always put my pee pee in the potty, I never have accidents, I wake up with a dry diaper and I don't mess the carseat. But when it comes to the poops, I still love standing in the corner and doing it there. Maybe it's the privacy. Maybe it's the fact that I can stand but there's just something about pooping in my pants that I can't let go of just yet. I mean, I know that the poops go in the toilet and I know that I'm not supposed to poop in my pants and I know my parents aren't going to put me back in a diaper but in spite of all of these things I'm still putting my poops in my pants.
Mom and dad have been pretty relaxed about it which is cool. And the teachers at school are pretty laid back as well so I guess there's no rush. Except for the fact that I'm ruining an awful lot of underwear
I really miss my Jasmine panties.
Oh, and today is my daddy's birthday. I made him a special crown at school and then tore it in half on the way home. I feel kinda bad about that.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Are you tired of Poo talk yet?
Just touching base to let you know I am one week and 3 days into my life in underpants and I have yet to put my poop in the potty. I don't see what the big deal is. I stand in the corner, tell Mom and Dad not to talk to me and I concentrate and BAM the poop hits the pants. For the past 2 1/2 years the poop has hit the diaper and no one cared. OK, sometimes Dad would say "oh, that stinks." But he didn't care that the poopie was in the diaper. So, why does the poop have to go in the potty? If someone can explain that to me, maybe I will get on board. Until then, I'm fine with the idea of throwing out the underpants. We threw out the diapers, now we throw out the underpants. Whoopdie doo.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Well, where do YOU put YOUR poopie?
So it's been a couple of days since I graduated from diapers to underpants and I'm still trying to figure where to put my poopie. I know that my pee pee goes in the toilet; I've got that nailed down. It's the whole poop thing that's throwing me off. See, I'm still putting it my underpants which doesn't seem right but still, it's pretty much the way I've always done it. Everyone's telling me to listen to my body and when I feel like I have to poop to use the toilet but I just can't do it. Maybe I like pushing it out standing up. Maybe I'm having too much fun playing to bother. Either way my mom and dad are glad that I'm pooping at all and not holding it inside. That's way worse.
So today I pooped in my pants again and the school threw them away because they were beyond repair but other than that the day was pretty good. We talked about pre-school and I even got to visit one of the pre-school rooms to explore and play. It was really fun.
Tonight at dinner I was really good and did everything I was told to do and ate my dinner (mom made BLTs. How cool! And green beans and avocado!) Then I took my quick shower and got into my sleepy time clothes which includes a diaper to help keep me dry while I sleep. I do, however, get to pull my underpants up over the diaper. I wear Sleeping Beauty underpants to bed. Makes sense, right?
Oh, that reminds me - this morning I decided to not put my shoes and pants on so that meant my dad had to carry me down the stairs and put me in the car seat and I went to school wearing nothing but a t-shirt and my underpants. I did NOT like that at all. Tomorrow I'm definitely going to put my shoes and pants on. Definitely.
So today I pooped in my pants again and the school threw them away because they were beyond repair but other than that the day was pretty good. We talked about pre-school and I even got to visit one of the pre-school rooms to explore and play. It was really fun.
Tonight at dinner I was really good and did everything I was told to do and ate my dinner (mom made BLTs. How cool! And green beans and avocado!) Then I took my quick shower and got into my sleepy time clothes which includes a diaper to help keep me dry while I sleep. I do, however, get to pull my underpants up over the diaper. I wear Sleeping Beauty underpants to bed. Makes sense, right?
Oh, that reminds me - this morning I decided to not put my shoes and pants on so that meant my dad had to carry me down the stairs and put me in the car seat and I went to school wearing nothing but a t-shirt and my underpants. I did NOT like that at all. Tomorrow I'm definitely going to put my shoes and pants on. Definitely.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Underpants Dance! part 2
So like I was saying, my mom and dad came in and got me on Sunday and told me that we were all going to the Topanga Fiddle Festival and I was like, hm, okay but I thought we were all about toilet learning this weekend. I guess they knew what they were doing because we all drove out there and met up with our friends the twins and it was like 100 degrees and we didn't have an umbrella so after about an hour and a half we decided to leave. At this point it was getting past my naptime but mom and dad make me go down anyway and as I could have predicted when it was time to wake up I was pretty cranky and still pretty tired. We got into a big fight and and I was NOT cooperating and before I knew it the day was over and I hadn't pooped. Oh well. I think my dad was getting worried because he kept asking me if I wanted to sit on the potty and push my poopie out and I was like, no thanks and that seemed to worry him.
So today's Monday and I went back to school and dad let me go in the car without a car diaper and I did him proud by not pushing my pee pee out in the carseat. It was pretty exciting to tell everyone that I was wearing big girl underpants and it turns out I wasn't the only one who had given up the way of the diaper over the weekend. Things went pretty well and I listened to my body and put my pee pee in the toilet but I still wasn't ready to put my poops in there so I ended up putting that right back into my underpants. I talked about that with my teachers and I know that the toilet is the right place but I think it might take me a few more days to figure it out (although we're glad she pooped just the same e.g.)
Oh, and I bite one of my teachers today. I don't know why!
So today's Monday and I went back to school and dad let me go in the car without a car diaper and I did him proud by not pushing my pee pee out in the carseat. It was pretty exciting to tell everyone that I was wearing big girl underpants and it turns out I wasn't the only one who had given up the way of the diaper over the weekend. Things went pretty well and I listened to my body and put my pee pee in the toilet but I still wasn't ready to put my poops in there so I ended up putting that right back into my underpants. I talked about that with my teachers and I know that the toilet is the right place but I think it might take me a few more days to figure it out (although we're glad she pooped just the same e.g.)
Oh, and I bite one of my teachers today. I don't know why!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Underpants Dance!
So it's been like two months since the last time I wrote, sue me. I do have some important news to deliver, however:
I AM WEARING BIG GIRL UNDERPANTS. NO MORE DIAPERS!
Let me back up just for a second.
For the past few weeks, I've been telling my teachers whenever I have the urge and they've been taking me into the bathroom and I've been pushing my pee pee out into the toilet. So it was just a natural extension that I would need big girl underpants so we talked about it and talked about it and finally the big weekend was here. Underpants.
Yesterday morning (Saturday) my mom and dad came in and got me up and they let me pick out any underpants I wanted to wear for the day (I picked princess underpants!) I put them on and things seemed pretty normal except that my parents were hovering like harrier jets and wouldn't stop asking "Do you need to use the potty?" I told them when I needed the toilet and I pushed my pee pee out every time and I kept my underpants clean.
When nap rolled around my mom and dad told me that that I had to wear a diaper for sleeping and I wasn't too pleased about that but they let me pull my underpants up over the diaper so I guess that was okay. I slept pretty well and when I woke up I saw that my dad got a haircut (it was pretty funny looking) and my afternoon was pretty uneventful - except for the fact that I pooped in my underpants. I guess I knew it was coming and I guess I should have said something but I didn't and the next thing I know there it is, poop in my underwear. Mom and dad made my clean my self up and put on new underpants (we helped e.d.) and before I knew it it was bedtime.
In the morning (Sunday) mom and dad both came in grinning like idiots and they were super excited to get my dressed into my underpants and...
well, I guess that's enough for tonight.
I AM WEARING BIG GIRL UNDERPANTS. NO MORE DIAPERS!
Let me back up just for a second.
For the past few weeks, I've been telling my teachers whenever I have the urge and they've been taking me into the bathroom and I've been pushing my pee pee out into the toilet. So it was just a natural extension that I would need big girl underpants so we talked about it and talked about it and finally the big weekend was here. Underpants.
Yesterday morning (Saturday) my mom and dad came in and got me up and they let me pick out any underpants I wanted to wear for the day (I picked princess underpants!) I put them on and things seemed pretty normal except that my parents were hovering like harrier jets and wouldn't stop asking "Do you need to use the potty?" I told them when I needed the toilet and I pushed my pee pee out every time and I kept my underpants clean.
When nap rolled around my mom and dad told me that that I had to wear a diaper for sleeping and I wasn't too pleased about that but they let me pull my underpants up over the diaper so I guess that was okay. I slept pretty well and when I woke up I saw that my dad got a haircut (it was pretty funny looking) and my afternoon was pretty uneventful - except for the fact that I pooped in my underpants. I guess I knew it was coming and I guess I should have said something but I didn't and the next thing I know there it is, poop in my underwear. Mom and dad made my clean my self up and put on new underpants (we helped e.d.) and before I knew it it was bedtime.
In the morning (Sunday) mom and dad both came in grinning like idiots and they were super excited to get my dressed into my underpants and...
well, I guess that's enough for tonight.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Hello?
Okay, I know it's now March and I haven't written in over a month and if I inherited any of my father's genes I'd be beating myself up right now for my lack of dedication. But I'm only two years old so give me a break. Sheesh.
Anyway, a bunch of cool stuff has happened over the past five weeks. Check it out.
I stopped crying when put to bed. I think I might have just been a little insecure about where my mom and dad went they left the room but it turns out they're right there looking out for me and now that I know that I know that I don't have to cry any more.
But now that I'm not crying anymore I've realized that I need a big girl's bed and I've been nagging my folks for days now to get me one. Hopefully this weekend!
I went on an awesome playdate with my friends A and A to the natural history museum downtown which was SUPER fun. We got to run around like maniacs and look at all the cool animals and we even saw a TRICERATOPS come out and walk around. I'm not kidding. A real dinosaur came out and walked out and we got to talk to him and everything. I promise to post pics tomorrow.
I did a bunch of other stuff like going up to Big Bear to play in the snow, heading over to Venice to dip my toes in the ocean and a lot of sitting inside because of the rain.
I think I like living in SoCal.
Anyway, a bunch of cool stuff has happened over the past five weeks. Check it out.
I stopped crying when put to bed. I think I might have just been a little insecure about where my mom and dad went they left the room but it turns out they're right there looking out for me and now that I know that I know that I don't have to cry any more.
But now that I'm not crying anymore I've realized that I need a big girl's bed and I've been nagging my folks for days now to get me one. Hopefully this weekend!
I went on an awesome playdate with my friends A and A to the natural history museum downtown which was SUPER fun. We got to run around like maniacs and look at all the cool animals and we even saw a TRICERATOPS come out and walk around. I'm not kidding. A real dinosaur came out and walked out and we got to talk to him and everything. I promise to post pics tomorrow.
I did a bunch of other stuff like going up to Big Bear to play in the snow, heading over to Venice to dip my toes in the ocean and a lot of sitting inside because of the rain.
I think I like living in SoCal.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sleepless Pt.2
So I know I promised myself and mom and dad that I would try my hardest to not get upset when it was time for sleep but it turned out to be a lot harder than I thought.
Just like last night, and all the nights before that I can remember, everything went according to plan. Dad picked me up from school, I got my ladybug lunchbox we drove home where mom had dinner waiting for us (and it was my favorite - gnocchi and peas!) After dinner we went upstairs and I had a nice bubble bath and sat on the potty and brushed my teeth and got dressed for bed. Dad and I read out three books and mom sang my songs.
But the second she put me in the crib I started to freak out. And freak out uncontrollably. I don't know if it was because I just wanted to look at her or if I wanted her to hold me or what but I did not want her to go. She told me that she had to go but that dad would be up in 10 minutes to check on me.
She told me she loved me and left the room.
And there I was. Alone in the dark. And I just started screaming and crying and wailing and I was just so sad. After what seemed like an eternity but what really must have been just 10 minutes, dad came in and picked me up and we sat in the chair and he gave me warm milk and it was good and it calmed me down. We rocked for a few minutes but when he put me back into the bed, I started to cry again. He told me he loved me and that he would be back in 10 minutes to check on me.
Well, I screamed for 10 minutes straight. Before I knew it, dad was back in the room carrying a blanket and a pillow. I desperately wanted him to pick me up but he said no, I was a big girl and needed to go to sleep. He was willing, however, to lie on the floor next to my crib so I knew he was a around.
It wasn't the best arrangement as far as I was concerned seeing as how I wanted him to hold me but I was able to look at him through the slats of my crib railing. And it was comforting to know he was right there.
And I fell asleep.
Just like last night, and all the nights before that I can remember, everything went according to plan. Dad picked me up from school, I got my ladybug lunchbox we drove home where mom had dinner waiting for us (and it was my favorite - gnocchi and peas!) After dinner we went upstairs and I had a nice bubble bath and sat on the potty and brushed my teeth and got dressed for bed. Dad and I read out three books and mom sang my songs.
But the second she put me in the crib I started to freak out. And freak out uncontrollably. I don't know if it was because I just wanted to look at her or if I wanted her to hold me or what but I did not want her to go. She told me that she had to go but that dad would be up in 10 minutes to check on me.
She told me she loved me and left the room.
And there I was. Alone in the dark. And I just started screaming and crying and wailing and I was just so sad. After what seemed like an eternity but what really must have been just 10 minutes, dad came in and picked me up and we sat in the chair and he gave me warm milk and it was good and it calmed me down. We rocked for a few minutes but when he put me back into the bed, I started to cry again. He told me he loved me and that he would be back in 10 minutes to check on me.
Well, I screamed for 10 minutes straight. Before I knew it, dad was back in the room carrying a blanket and a pillow. I desperately wanted him to pick me up but he said no, I was a big girl and needed to go to sleep. He was willing, however, to lie on the floor next to my crib so I knew he was a around.
It wasn't the best arrangement as far as I was concerned seeing as how I wanted him to hold me but I was able to look at him through the slats of my crib railing. And it was comforting to know he was right there.
And I fell asleep.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sleepless
I've been having a little trouble going to bed the past few nights. The routine is pretty much the same. I eat dinner, go upstairs and get my clothes off, go sit on the potty, wash my hands, brush my teeth, get my nighttime diaper on, get my jammies on, Dad reads me 3 books then it's lights out and snuggle in the chair with Mom for some songs. All that goes fine. But when it's time for Mom to put me in my crib and say "goodnight I love you" I get really sad. I cry and scream and hold on to her so hard that she can't put me in my crib. Last night, when I wouldn't get in my crib, Mom put some blankets and my pillow on the floor and laid down there with me. I calmed down and almost fell asleep. But when she put me in my crib I got upset again. After a few minutes of crying for her to come back, Dad came in. He snuggled me in the chair and I cried and cried and cried. It was the hard kind of crying where it seems like you will never catch your breath. He got me calmed down and put me in bed with the promise that he would come back in 5 minutes. He kept his promise. I laid there quietly for 5 minutes with my hands behind my head. When he came back in he wasn't sure if I was asleep. He whispered, "are you ok?" I nodded. I wasn't REALLY ok, but I was comforted that Dad really came back. He promised to come back in 10 minutes. But the next thing I knew, it was morning and Mom came in to get me dressed.
I am gonna do my best to stay calm tonight, but I have to be honest. Snuggling in the chair with Mom is way better than laying in my crib.
I am gonna do my best to stay calm tonight, but I have to be honest. Snuggling in the chair with Mom is way better than laying in my crib.
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