Monday, January 19, 2009

Clean butts

My little 3 year old is in the throes of being independent on the potty. Oh, she's got the deposits down, its the other things that are tripping her up. There are SO many steps to remember, its hard I know. It's not only dropping off the friends, its remembering to wipe and flush and pull up your pants (this is particularly difficult for her to remember), and THEN wash your hands AND dry them. She usually peters out around the pulling up the pants bit.
Just a moment ago, she did her usual (after waiting until the VERY last second) "I have to poop, don't watch me, I need privacy"...really don't know where they got this, I never ask for nor ever get privacy when I'm dropping off my friends. As usual, she came back to me a few moments later with a wet butt and no pants on. I quickly sent her back to finish the next few steps and then she came back in to announce "Look at my butt, its shiny and clean!"
I couldn't make this up if I wanted to.

Friday, January 16, 2009

How long goodness lasted

Yep, about 42 minutes and he was asking to play the Wii again...that was the original fight that brought about the "hate" word.

Mark the date

Well, I heard those dreaded words today..."I hate you". I didn't think the boy even knew what they meant. We certainly never say that in our house. When he saw my reaction he quickly backpedaled..."mom, I'm sorry, I'll do whatever you tell me to do". Sweet but not quite good enough. Even the 3 year old started crying.
As I started telling friends about my new level of greatness in Coop's eyes, they all had similar stories. Everything from "I'm not going to play with you again ever" to "you're not my friend anymore". Somehow, I would prefer either of those to the H word.
I'll let you know how long his listening lasts...I'm thinking less than an hour.