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.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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.
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.
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.
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, January 20, 2009
Duece for Two
In an effort to keep you all up to speed on my bathroom advances, I want to let you know that I pushed out another poopy tonight. Now I know I just did it the other night, but the big difference tonight was that I felt it coming. I may not have known I had to poop when I sat down on the potty but after a couple of minutes I felt that familiar rumbling deep within me, like a gathering thunder cloud on the horizon of my large intestine, a brown storm front moving in from off the coast.
I needed to alert mom.
"Mommy, my poopy's coming," I declared.
Mom nodded nicely but she didn't seem to really believe me. But I knew we were in for something spectacular so I bore down and started to push that poopy out and before I knew it, there it was! My poopy in the potty.
Mom cheered and called dad who came running and and they told me how great I was and since I like hearing how great I am I figured I should spend more time on the potty and show them what I could really do. It took mom and dad a couple of minutes to convince me that my business was complete and that there wasn't anything left inside of me that needed to get outside of me but just to be sure I sat for another couple of minutes.
They were right. It was done. Now I can't wait to eat my banana for breakfast. That's sure to make things interesting!
I needed to alert mom.
"Mommy, my poopy's coming," I declared.
Mom nodded nicely but she didn't seem to really believe me. But I knew we were in for something spectacular so I bore down and started to push that poopy out and before I knew it, there it was! My poopy in the potty.
Mom cheered and called dad who came running and and they told me how great I was and since I like hearing how great I am I figured I should spend more time on the potty and show them what I could really do. It took mom and dad a couple of minutes to convince me that my business was complete and that there wasn't anything left inside of me that needed to get outside of me but just to be sure I sat for another couple of minutes.
They were right. It was done. Now I can't wait to eat my banana for breakfast. That's sure to make things interesting!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Milestones
***WARNING***
This post contains graphic pictures and descriptions of bodily functions that may only seem adorable to parents of toddlers or toddlers themselves.
This post contains graphic pictures and descriptions of bodily functions that may only seem adorable to parents of toddlers or toddlers themselves.
OK OK OK. I know I am supposed to write everyday - thus the title "A Day in Her Life." But, come on, have you ever been a 2 1/4 year old? I mean, stuff happens. Lots of stuff happens and, well, I get busy and priorities are made, and well, all I can say is I will try to do better.
Speaking of stuff happening, it has. Oh, indeed stuff has happened.
First. I love to swing. I didn't always love it. In fact, I used to kind of hate it. But last week we were at the park and something came over me and I asked my mom to push me on the swing. She looked at me as if I asked her to give me a shot or a spoonful of caster oil. (I don't actually know what caster oil is, but my mom said the analogy would make sense to some of my readers.) Anywho, she obliged and picked me up and put me in the swing. There I was, sitting in this funny little rubber seat overlooking Lake Balboa and suddenly I was flying. It was the greatest thrill. So great that I wouldn't let Mom and Dad stop pushing me for almost, well, a really long time. They finally had to take me out of the swing to let some other kid have a turn. It was OK, though, because there were a bunch more swings on the other side of the playground and I got to swing a bunch more there. Since then, I have swung and swung and swung every chance I got. Including today when Mom and Dad took me out to Venice Beach. This is me flying through the air and, as you can see, I am really good at it.
Now, the swing isn't the only new seat I have mastered. Nope, I've been sitting on potty seat too. Now, you may recall that I wrote about the first time I peed in the potty back in December. Well that was last year! It's 2009, boys and girls and let me just say that the stuff hit the water today. Oh yes, I did it. I was just sitting there and all of a sudden...BAM...it just came right out bang zoom. I screamed to my Mom that "I did it!" She thought I meant that I went number 1, but I kept pointing to the potty and finally she looked. She screamed, she high fived me, and then she called Dad and told him to bring the camera. For your viewing pleasure, I give you my number one NUMBER TWO!
First I pooped.
Then I flushed.
Then I used the toilet brush because that's what my Dad does.
Then I washed my hands.
After that, I took a nap.
First I pooped.
Then I flushed.
Then I used the toilet brush because that's what my Dad does.
Then I washed my hands.After that, I took a nap.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Every other day of the week is fine
That's a song I heard my Mom sing and it seemed to apply here. Blogging every day is tough especially in this Christmas season. So much is going on. My new bedtime routine includes saying goodnight to Ellie the Elf, the Angel on top of the tree and the Baby Jesus in my Nativity set. Plus I have to sit on the potty, brush my teeth, pet Dynamite, read 3 stories and listen to 3 songs while looking at my Christmas tree lights and the stars. That's a lot to do. Add writing a blog to that and a girl can't get to sleep by 8pm. So, forgive me if I miss a day or 2 now and then.
Yesterday, since Mom's back was hurting, Dad let her sleep in and he got me up and dressed for school. That meant we were a little late getting started and late getting downstairs so that meant less time to eat breakfast. Sooooo, Dad made me a waffle to take in the car. Mom got up in time to help me get my shoes on and kiss me and Dad bye bye for the day. It was a pretty good day. My friend had a birthday and she gave us all presents. She gave me a book about getting ready for bed. Mom said it was a good book when she read it to me last night.
Mom's back was feeling better today and she got me up and ready for school. It was a really fun day. We read a story about how Santa picked the color of his suit and I knew all the colors he had to choose from. (You know he chose red, right?) Speaking of red, one of my teachers did something really cool today. She painted my nose red so I looked like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Mom and Dad were really nice and let me keep my nose red tonight when I got ready for bed! I hope it's still red in the morning. I'll let you know.
Yesterday, since Mom's back was hurting, Dad let her sleep in and he got me up and dressed for school. That meant we were a little late getting started and late getting downstairs so that meant less time to eat breakfast. Sooooo, Dad made me a waffle to take in the car. Mom got up in time to help me get my shoes on and kiss me and Dad bye bye for the day. It was a pretty good day. My friend had a birthday and she gave us all presents. She gave me a book about getting ready for bed. Mom said it was a good book when she read it to me last night.
Mom's back was feeling better today and she got me up and ready for school. It was a really fun day. We read a story about how Santa picked the color of his suit and I knew all the colors he had to choose from. (You know he chose red, right?) Speaking of red, one of my teachers did something really cool today. She painted my nose red so I looked like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Mom and Dad were really nice and let me keep my nose red tonight when I got ready for bed! I hope it's still red in the morning. I'll let you know.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Banner Day
Ok Ok, I am a few days behind. I ate, slept, was good. Yea yea yea, let's just cut to the chase...
I PEE PEED IN THE POTTY TONIGHT.
That's right, I did it. I was sitting on the potty reading my potty book and out of nowhere (well, it was out of somewhere) I heard this tinkling sound and mommy looked at me and I looked down and there it was. I was going in the potty. Mommy was really excited and so was Dad. I just wanted to get the paper and wipe it off so I could flush. Dad is always saying "no pee pee no paper, no paper, no flush." But this time I had pee pee which meant I got paper which means I got to flush. Yep. Pretty sweet.
You know what else is sweet? I got my own little Christmas tree in my room. When the lights go out, I go to bed. It's really cool.
That's it. I'm going to bed to see my Christmas tree.
I PEE PEED IN THE POTTY TONIGHT.
That's right, I did it. I was sitting on the potty reading my potty book and out of nowhere (well, it was out of somewhere) I heard this tinkling sound and mommy looked at me and I looked down and there it was. I was going in the potty. Mommy was really excited and so was Dad. I just wanted to get the paper and wipe it off so I could flush. Dad is always saying "no pee pee no paper, no paper, no flush." But this time I had pee pee which meant I got paper which means I got to flush. Yep. Pretty sweet.
You know what else is sweet? I got my own little Christmas tree in my room. When the lights go out, I go to bed. It's really cool.
That's it. I'm going to bed to see my Christmas tree.
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