Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Michael Jackson lives!


My three year old son has been potty trained for awhile now. It was pretty easy to do actually. I simply told him one day that we were out of diapers and that he had to start going on the potty. Granted we have had a few set backs since then. For a few nights he had to wear a pull up. That was short lived. Then there was a period of a few weeks where he would poop on the bathroom floor. I still have no idea why but I am thankful he stopped doing that.

His newest issue stems from his recent enrollment in preschool. It is policy that an adult accompany the children to the bathroom. I understand this rule more after seeing some of the children in his class. They are bad and look like they would play in the toilet and possibly carve their name on the stall door. Because of this he thinks that I should take him to the bathroom and wait with him. If he was an only child this may be possible. Unfortunately I have three other kids to attend to.

At first I would try to reason with him and explain how it was just nor possible for me to stay with him the whole time. A week went by and he became increasingly whiny about me not being there. Then out of no where he tells me he can not go by himself because Michael Jackson was in the bathroom. What?! I had to play along. So I walked him to the door and asked him to show me. He opens up the bathroom door and walks over to the toilet and points down in the bowl. Michael Jackson was inside the toilet! He insisted that I flush it before he would even go. Now I do not know where he came up with this but I find it strange and funny at the same time. I have yet to witness Michael Jackson in the bathroom or toilet but this fear has lasted a few weeks. Whats next Elvis?

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Terrible Twos a little early...


My fiance has been working alot lately. Sometimes 12 or 14 hrs a day. This makes me feel like a single mom. I am stuck in the house all day with anywhere from two to four children. Individually they don't bother me. It is when you put them all in the same room to play that things get loud and crazy. You would think in a mess of a million toys they would all be in heaven. Not such the case. It seems that there is always one magical toy that captures all of their attention at the same time. Sharing is never an option. Screaming and yelling ensues. I let them fight it out for a minute or two thinking that they will come to some sort of agreement. Sure not! I have to repeatedly go in break it up and decide who should play with what. My baby is the worst of them all. She is a vicious one year old. If she wants something she will attack you until she gets it. Perfect example of this behavior is when my two oldest girls are sitting at the computer desk. No matter what they are doing, whether it be homework or disney.com, she wants to be on the chair with them. There is not enough room for her to sit with them so she does the only thing she can do. Torture and maim. She pinches, hits, pulls hair, scratches and screams bloody murder. Yes she is ONE! Her ridiculous antics don't stop there. She does the same to me and her dad to. I swear she is going thru her terrible twos early. I can't be mad at her though cause she is just so damn cute