I went to a(nother) birthday party today. This time it was a party for one of Number 7’s friends at one of those gymnastic-y places. It had a trampoline and a zip line and a foam block pit and a bounce house and all that kind of stuff. The last time I had been to […]
potty training
The Six Stages of Potty Training
When my husband and I got married, Number 1 was seven and Number 2 was 4. I missed the whole potty training thing with them. When Number 3 was about two years old, I started the potty training with him. We got one of those pottys that made music every time pee hit the bowl. […]
End of an Era
I have been changing diapers now for nine straight years. I bought my last box of diapers about five months ago. And now I am nearing the end of the Pull-Up stage. Number 6 only needs one at night, and Number 7 is in the pee-in-the-potty-but-hide-behind-the-couch-when-no-one-is-watching-and-take-a-stealth-dump-in-the-Pull-Up phase. I have been looking forward to the end of […]
Shit happens. Just not where I want it to.
Potty training. I fucking hate it. Number 7 isn’t 2 yet, so it’s still acceptable for her to be in diapers. But Number 6 turned three years old in June. He’s in preschool. He’s supposed to be potty trained. He’s got the peeing down. The pooping, not so much. He still thinks the poop will […]
Order in the court.
Nothing brings out the black robe and gavel in people like a picture of a sagging, filled-to-capacity diaper. I first realized that last summer when I wrote this in response to a pretty judgmental comment left by someone who didn’t like this: Then yesterday I posted this picture on the not your average mom facebook page: Come on. […]