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    February 19

    Potty Training is Hard

    It's hard to potty train. As a little kid, you have to do several things:
    1. Recognize the feeling in your body that suggests "pee"
    2. STOP what you're doing and go to the bathroom
    3. Lift the lid
    4. Pull down your pants
    5. Aim
    6. Pee (all around the bowl. If you're Ben, you want to get everything wet...)
    7. Flush
    8. Pull your pants up
    9. Put the lid down
    10. Wash hands
    11. Dry hands
    12. Get a skittle

    12 steps! That's a whole lot of things to do. And most of those steps happen after the actual act of peeing. In fact, of steps 7, 8, 9, and 10, I can only ever get Ben to do any 3 of those 4 steps.

     

    And the combination changes almost every time. Ben seems to prefer to flush before getting dressed but he also has to put his hands over his ears because the flush is too loud. I've chased Ben back into the bathroom to actually flush. I've chased him around the house with his pants around his ankles trying to get him to finish getting dressed. I constantly have to remember to put the lid down myself so *I* don't fall in. Washing hands can be a nightmare. Last time I watched him "wash" his hands, he just pumped the soap down the drain and ran the water for freakin' ever.

     

    (I now carry Purel on top of everything else necessary for potty training. I'm back to carrying a diaper bag with one diaper, one small box of wipes, one pair of socks, one pair of underpants, and 1 pair of pants.)

     

    Sigh. I would really like him to put the lid down but it is, sadly, more important that he reliably pull his pants up before he leave the bathroom.

     
    And, as an aside:
     
    BEN (sitting on Papa's shoulders): Papa? Why is there a hole in your hair? Right here (poking the top of Steve's head).
     
     
    February 15

    By the way, I LOVE Seattle.

    On a bright sunny morning last weekend, we drove up to the mountains.
     
    Only about 1 hour away. Tops.
     
    We left our lovely warm weather (say around 50 degrees or so) and found upwards of 5 feet of snow.
     
    We went sledding.
     
    Then we left the snow when we got cold and wet and weren't having fun anymore.
     
    Seriously, Ben went from "Let's go again!" to crying and sobbing in the parking lot because he was so cold and wet.
     
    We really should get him some snowpants before we do this again but he's been packing on the calories and sleeping more so I'm pretty convinced he's about to grow again and we'll go sledding, tops, one more time this year.
     
    More? Well, we have pictures!
     
     

    I seriously suck

    Seriously.
     
    I dropped Ben off at preschool Tuesday.
     
    Valentine's Day.
     
    And I got to see one of the moms (who I'm half convinced is actually a nanny, because, seriously! No woman should look that young, firm, and thin after three children. Or dress that young. If that is the mom, she's just rubbing it in) dropping off 16 bright red 1-foot-wide mylar heart balloons.
     
    One for each child. A Batman valentine attached to each one.
     
    Sigh...
     
    And I'm supposed to bring snack tomorrow. I'm not sure boxes of raisins will cut it...
     
     
    February 12

    16 Kids, 15 Pieces of Candy

    In other words, I'm losing in the mom competition.
     
    Steve and I live in a very competitive part of the Seattle area. We're not sure why. But as an example, we just had Ben's first ever class Valentine's Day party.
     
    We were told to bring 16 Valentine's cards. We didn't have to address them. We didn't have to put them in envelopes. All we had to do was rip them apart (in case you haven't been indoctrinated, kids' Valentine cards come in perforated sheets of 6 to 9 cards per sheet). That's it. It was our option to sign our kid's name to the cards.
     
    Well, I happened to be a a drug store the day I got the announcement. I picked up the $2.99 box of 3-D dinosaur valentine cards, ripped them apart and wrote Ben's name on them. Voila! Done.
     
    Ha! Was I a slacker.
     
    One mother got the list of boys vs girls and got Bat Man valentine cards for the boys. I can only assume her daughter got something Disney Princess or My Little Pony for the other girls in class.
     
    One mother wrapped her kid's valentine in a nice clear cellophane wrap and tied it with a red grosgrain ribbon.
     
    One mother included a valentine's day pencil with her son's valentines. A pencil. For kids who can't write yet.  Oh, wait...
     
    Three mothers made their kids write their own names on the cards. In case you have forgotten, or didn't know, these kids are THREE YEARS OLD!!! Three. Not four. Not five. Not months away from heading into kindergarten or first grade. Three.
     
    And each and every card, but one, included a sucker.
     
    16 cards
     
    15 lollipops.
     
    I'm hoping no one figures out it was me who slacked. (I don't believe any of the preschool moms reads my blog...)
     
    And I'm warning all my friends whose kids have yet to enter the system...
     
     
     
     
    February 05

    I need $55.00!

    Ben was quite sick a week or so ago.
    So was I.
    So was Steve.
     
    So we all laid around on the couch and watched TV.
     
    Ben watches very little live TV. We TiVo everything. Ben, in fact, has no idea that TV shows come on at certain times during the day and just assumes that his shows will be on when he wants them. A fact that causes us quite a bit of consternation when we travel with him.
     
    But, back to the story. Because we've watched so much TV lately, and it's been pretty much the same TV (Firehouse Tales! Firehouse Tales! It's our job to save the day/Sirens say helps on the way. Firehouse Tales! Firehouse Tales!), we've watched the same commercials over and over and over again.
     
    Now, usually I fast forward thru the commercials. Or watch the beautiful channel Noggin, which doesn't have commercials, but Ben's current favorite show (Firehouse Tales! Firehouse Tales! It's our job to save the day/Sirens say helps on the way. Firehouse Tales! Firehouse Tales!) is on the Cartoon Network with lots and lots of commercials. And Ben demands we watch one in particular.
     
     
    This commercial shows lots of lovely familial scenes of Mom and her kids making yummy looking chocolate desserts: lollipops, chocolate candies, caramel-covered apples, all using the super-duper double boiler device that comes with the Chocolate Factory.
     
    Aside from the fact that I cannot abide someone trying to sell me a "special" device to melt chocolate, a task that can be done in any microwave, on any stove, and using any two pans to create your own double boiler should you feel uncomfortable using any of the other methods, I am tired of Ben wanting to watch it. Over and over and over again.
     
    The other day, after watching this commercial, Ben turned to me and said, "I need $55!"
     
    While Ben isn't a sophisticated-enough viewer to realize The Chocolate Factory is in fact only $19, he understands the part of the commercial telling him he'd need $55 to make the fancy gift basket if he didn't have the Chocolate Factory.
     
    And he wants it.
     
    He's as bad as his father. Steve makes sure to point out to me the Ionic Breeze every time it comes on TV. He's absolutely convinced it will work wonders on our house to ease his yearly, year-long allergies.
     
    I swear I'm the only one impervious to TV advertising in this house...
     
     
     
    February 02

    Got Milk?

    TOM: Ben's pretty big, isn't he? He's got 2 inches on Elena.
     
    [Elena is Ben's neighbor friend. Tom is her dad. Ben and Elena have the exact same birthday. And, yes. Ben is pretty big. He's typically in the 90th percentile for height.]
     
    TOM: Would Ben like some M-I-L-K?
    MAMA: Nope. Ben doesn't like milk.
    TOM: Really? But he's so big!
     
    Hmmm... bigness is related to milk consumption?