It's been a month since I posted. Sorry 'bout that. We are in our "survey window" at work, which means we could have the state inspectors come at any time to sift through records and find fault with things they may have been perfectly fine with before, but certainly anything that is not caught up. And it seems I am constantly trying to catch up, keep up, or beat the next deadline. Two weeks in a row with only one night that I didn't work late, take work home, or both. At the end of that stretch I got a call from a neighbor: Would we have use for a home-cooked meal? I nearly cried. I was coming home at 8 in the evening and just about to try to pull together a meal. It was a Godsend in the truest sense of the word. That was last Thursday. Sunday I came down with a head cold. Really, it could have been a lot worse, but until today I felt like I had a fishbowl over my head that I was trying to think in and see through. I skipped the gym this morning and woke up the two hours later feeling a bit more human. 'Course now that I've made it to the end of the day, I'm once again too pooped to pop.
Mozart had his 3 yr doctors appointment today. 3ft tall. 33 pounds. There's gotta be luck in those numbers. Not for him in the visit though as he had to have a shot. Hepatitis as he's on a delayed schedule. He, for some reason, thought it was a flu shot and protested heartily, "NO! I don't need a flu shot, I'm not sick!" Then after the traumatic event, "I never gonna get another flu shot again." After explaining, once again, that it was not the flu shot, and he needs it so he can stay healthy, he says, "That 'titis shot hurts too much, that's why I don't need one. That lady (the nurse) hurt me, but not the doctor, he just have me a check-up."
Alright, I'm falling asleep typing. Past bedtime and heaven's knows I need the rest. 'Night all.
Oh, yeah, potty training is going alright ~ we are brave enough to go on little jaunts now without diaper bag and changes of clothes in tow. I just have to have the "magic toilet seat" at all times, so he has something that he feels safe to sit on. And really, whoever came up with automatic flushing toilets and other bathroom fixtures clearly never dealt with the after-effects of these horrifying devices with a small child. They are terrifying.
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Great Things!
Indeed!
Mozart turned three this weekend and we had his Fire Truck party as requested. We'd planned on having the party at home, per usual, but found out Home Depot hosts birthday party's a couple weeks ago, so I called 'em up to see if they were available when we wanted and the only thing we needed to do was pick the theme.
Seriously. That's all we had to do. I said fire trucks and she said, "Cool, would a Rescue Plane craft be ok?" Uh, yeah! Cool! I went back to Mozart and he then changed his theme to be "Rescue vehicles with fire trucks." This was a good because, while I'm sure I could have fashioned a fire truck cake, I really didn't want to poison the children with a Red Dye #40 cake. Mozart agreed to a "fire rescue scene" for his cake. So I got to work. I used the same recipe as his owl cake, which, admittedly takes a bit longer than your typical non-freezer affairs, but it was just so good that every time I made a cake TW would say, "Oh, yes, she's an excellent cook, but nothing will top the OWL CAKE." So yeah. Had to. Not because it was asked of me, but because I gotta show what I got from time to time :D
So Thursday night I got to work. Went shopping. Spent entirely to much money. Changed the landscape of the cake from round to square pans because they didn't sell the sizes I needed in round locally. Went to a second store for food dye (I threw it all away last year because I was disgusted with the chemical dyes, but then I couldn't come up with viable options for real colors, so I caved). Baked three cakes and a batch of cupcakes. Set them to the freezer. Made the frosting. Made the daycare edition cupcakes for his party the next day:
And put the crumb coat on the main cake:
....before falling into bed. I went to my job as any zombie does the next day and set to work when I got home. First another batch of cream cheese frosting. A double batch this time. Made various colors. And set to the landscape:
I hadn't a plan for the burning building when I was in the baking process, so I ended up fashioning it out of graham crackers. I did a second crumb coat for good measure, then applied the grass, and of course, the underground was made of Nutella. Finally, I decorated the fire station, and put a crushed graham cracker and cocoa gravel down on the road before applying the rescue vehicles. But all said and done, I'd say, a pretty fine Fire Rescue Scene cake:
The kids loved it (as did the adults)...
Oh. And not so insignificantly, Home Depot does a BANG UP job on birthday parties! This is what we were greeted with:
That's right, not only did they decorate and provide a craft, but they really went all out ~ that piece of art hanging over the chair there in front of the fire truck place mat, and under the suspended fire truck, was a hand-painted workman's apron for the little man. Each kid got the choice of doing 1,2, or even 3 crafts (Pirate Ship, Race Car, or Trojan Horse Piggy Bank), and while they didn't actually have any Fire Rescue Plane kits left, they were able to give Mozart one that was already built. So we did our crafts, and had a blast. Mozart tested out the roadway for the ambulance:
And we served up the cake:
AND THEN the FIRE DEPARTMENT showed up!!! Mozart gave all the firefighters hugs, and then got to explore the TWO trucks they brought, and THEN he, and the other kids, got to practice ACTUALLY USING the fire hose!! It was a truly amazing day.
So all of that was Saturday. We'd been telling Mozart for several weeks now that he needs to be potty trained when he turns three because he's not a baby anymore and that we're not going to buy any more diapers. Despite all of that we were meeting a great deal of resistance to the whole potty training thing.
But you know what?
Sunday he got up and peed on his potty. Put his undies on. And stayed dry ALL DAY LONG!
Monday, he went to daycare in big boy pants, and stayed dry ALL DAY LONG! (he did wear a diaper for car transport)
Tuesday, he went to daycare in big boy pants, and stayed dry ALL DAY LONG! (without aforementioned diaper in the car)
And today he also stayed dry THE WHOLE TIME he was in big boy pants! He did have a diaper towards the end of the day as he hadn't yet pooped (today was the 4th day), but then tonight, after MUCH ADO, he POOPED ON THE POTTY!
Yahooooo! We are going to the pizza house tomorrow in celebration.
Mozart turned three this weekend and we had his Fire Truck party as requested. We'd planned on having the party at home, per usual, but found out Home Depot hosts birthday party's a couple weeks ago, so I called 'em up to see if they were available when we wanted and the only thing we needed to do was pick the theme.
Seriously. That's all we had to do. I said fire trucks and she said, "Cool, would a Rescue Plane craft be ok?" Uh, yeah! Cool! I went back to Mozart and he then changed his theme to be "Rescue vehicles with fire trucks." This was a good because, while I'm sure I could have fashioned a fire truck cake, I really didn't want to poison the children with a Red Dye #40 cake. Mozart agreed to a "fire rescue scene" for his cake. So I got to work. I used the same recipe as his owl cake, which, admittedly takes a bit longer than your typical non-freezer affairs, but it was just so good that every time I made a cake TW would say, "Oh, yes, she's an excellent cook, but nothing will top the OWL CAKE." So yeah. Had to. Not because it was asked of me, but because I gotta show what I got from time to time :D
So Thursday night I got to work. Went shopping. Spent entirely to much money. Changed the landscape of the cake from round to square pans because they didn't sell the sizes I needed in round locally. Went to a second store for food dye (I threw it all away last year because I was disgusted with the chemical dyes, but then I couldn't come up with viable options for real colors, so I caved). Baked three cakes and a batch of cupcakes. Set them to the freezer. Made the frosting. Made the daycare edition cupcakes for his party the next day:
And put the crumb coat on the main cake:
....before falling into bed. I went to my job as any zombie does the next day and set to work when I got home. First another batch of cream cheese frosting. A double batch this time. Made various colors. And set to the landscape:
I hadn't a plan for the burning building when I was in the baking process, so I ended up fashioning it out of graham crackers. I did a second crumb coat for good measure, then applied the grass, and of course, the underground was made of Nutella. Finally, I decorated the fire station, and put a crushed graham cracker and cocoa gravel down on the road before applying the rescue vehicles. But all said and done, I'd say, a pretty fine Fire Rescue Scene cake:
The kids loved it (as did the adults)...
Oh. And not so insignificantly, Home Depot does a BANG UP job on birthday parties! This is what we were greeted with:
That's right, not only did they decorate and provide a craft, but they really went all out ~ that piece of art hanging over the chair there in front of the fire truck place mat, and under the suspended fire truck, was a hand-painted workman's apron for the little man. Each kid got the choice of doing 1,2, or even 3 crafts (Pirate Ship, Race Car, or Trojan Horse Piggy Bank), and while they didn't actually have any Fire Rescue Plane kits left, they were able to give Mozart one that was already built. So we did our crafts, and had a blast. Mozart tested out the roadway for the ambulance:
And we served up the cake:
AND THEN the FIRE DEPARTMENT showed up!!! Mozart gave all the firefighters hugs, and then got to explore the TWO trucks they brought, and THEN he, and the other kids, got to practice ACTUALLY USING the fire hose!! It was a truly amazing day.
So all of that was Saturday. We'd been telling Mozart for several weeks now that he needs to be potty trained when he turns three because he's not a baby anymore and that we're not going to buy any more diapers. Despite all of that we were meeting a great deal of resistance to the whole potty training thing.
But you know what?
Sunday he got up and peed on his potty. Put his undies on. And stayed dry ALL DAY LONG!
Monday, he went to daycare in big boy pants, and stayed dry ALL DAY LONG! (he did wear a diaper for car transport)
Tuesday, he went to daycare in big boy pants, and stayed dry ALL DAY LONG! (without aforementioned diaper in the car)
And today he also stayed dry THE WHOLE TIME he was in big boy pants! He did have a diaper towards the end of the day as he hadn't yet pooped (today was the 4th day), but then tonight, after MUCH ADO, he POOPED ON THE POTTY!
Yahooooo! We are going to the pizza house tomorrow in celebration.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
He did it! He pooped on the potty!! Oh, how we have been waiting for this! Now we can get down to the business of REAL potty training. I mean, having a pee pee accident is not fun and all, but one cannot profess to really be into potty training unless and until one has successfully pooped on the pot! *
It all happened like this:
We got home and nearly immediately Mozart announced his 5 o'clock poop, "Mama, I pooping!"
"Oh, wonderful darling. How about going on the potty?" I say.
"No, I good."
*sigh*
We go upstairs to get cleaned up and I put in the frequently watched Potty Power video for our viewing pleasure. He watches, he answers the overly cheerful lady's questions, he sings along, and then we go about our evening of admiring the equipment for sale in a recent volume of TractorHouse Northeast**, running amok with packing material while the moms make dinner, eating dinner, and playing with tractors.
Then, an unexpected announcement, "Mommy, I gonna poop 'gain."
To which Mommy replies, "Hey, do you want to go on the potty?!?"
"No."
And both moms exclaim, "Ewe!" and "Grossness!" and "We were hoping you'd use the big boy potty." and "Cuz big boys use the potty!"
He did say vehemently that, "I am a big boy!", but declined just then to go upstairs to do the deed.
Shortly thereafter, he did go upstairs to get ready for bed with Mommy. I go about feeding the cats and am readying myself to take a walk when I get paged from upstairs:
"Mama!"
"Yes, darling?"
"I did it!"
"Oh? What did you do?" I ask looking up the stairs to see a completely naked boy dancing with his arms outstretched.
"I POOPED!! I did! On the potteeeeee!"
"You did!?! Really?!?"
"I diiiiiiiiid! Come see!"
I oohed and awed. I exclaimed at the stink, and waved my hands about acting as if I were to faint from it. We had a grand time. As I made my way back downstairs, I overheard him repeating, "I got Potty Power!" over and over. Apparently Grammie and Papa were called to share the excitement.
We are very proud of our boy indeed.
*Sorry, folks, you knew this was a blog about family life. And you knew that we have a toddler. And with toddlers comes potty training and these kinds of fantastic milestones. I do want to point out that I did not take a picture of said poop to share with you. You have, at least, been spared that.
** This brilliant publication, while somewhat boring for me to read, is endlessly fascinating to Mozart:
Potty Tales.
Mozart, or perhaps I should say our family, is beginning the adventure of potty training. We have had potties around for months now. In the bathroom and in the living room. Mozart has shown mild interest from time to time - sitting while fully clothed during play, etc. But recently he has acquiesced to actually sitting on the potty bare-bummed.
This endeavor would create surprise results from time to time, albeit very infrequently, but for the most part was fruitless. The Wife has much more tolerance for this. I admit, I get bored with reading the same six potty books over and over and over and over. Whenever these surprises happen, Mozart gets to wear his big boy undies - at least until the next accident or until bedtime. As I say, we've been bumping along like this for awhile now.
And then, suddenly it seems, we've jumped to the next level.
Bladder control.
But I do not mean that he now uses the potty to pee every time. Certainly not. He is still in diapers most of the time and hasn't yet started asking to go to the potty when he has to go. Oh no. But what he has started to do is be able to produce wee amounts of urine in the pot when asked (pun intended).
He goes. Stands up. Admires the results. Flushes the tiny potty (the one in the bathroom has a flush handle). Asks one of us to empty it. Says "bye-bye pee-pee" as it is flushed away. And then does it again. Repeatedly.
Tonight he did so about ten times in a row. Seriously, how does he have that much in him? Even if only a few drops at a time! The Wife noted to me the great number of repetitions he had managed as he once again stood up to admire his results.
I'd swear he said, "I'm impressed!" It was perfectly timed and in context to her statement, but The Wife may have a point in that it was more likely an exuberant, "I'm gonna flush!"
This endeavor would create surprise results from time to time, albeit very infrequently, but for the most part was fruitless. The Wife has much more tolerance for this. I admit, I get bored with reading the same six potty books over and over and over and over. Whenever these surprises happen, Mozart gets to wear his big boy undies - at least until the next accident or until bedtime. As I say, we've been bumping along like this for awhile now.
And then, suddenly it seems, we've jumped to the next level.
Bladder control.
But I do not mean that he now uses the potty to pee every time. Certainly not. He is still in diapers most of the time and hasn't yet started asking to go to the potty when he has to go. Oh no. But what he has started to do is be able to produce wee amounts of urine in the pot when asked (pun intended).
He goes. Stands up. Admires the results. Flushes the tiny potty (the one in the bathroom has a flush handle). Asks one of us to empty it. Says "bye-bye pee-pee" as it is flushed away. And then does it again. Repeatedly.
Tonight he did so about ten times in a row. Seriously, how does he have that much in him? Even if only a few drops at a time! The Wife noted to me the great number of repetitions he had managed as he once again stood up to admire his results.
I'd swear he said, "I'm impressed!" It was perfectly timed and in context to her statement, but The Wife may have a point in that it was more likely an exuberant, "I'm gonna flush!"
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