So 2 1/2 years have passed and still no progress. Mads’ pediatrician isn’t going to be happy. I figure we have until August before she lowers the boom on us.
We’ve been through almost everything: stickers on a potty chart (that only went so far), hugs and praise (yeah, right), and even rewards we weren’t supposed to offer, candy! We started with jelly beans, then moved on to M&Ms and finally hershey kisses. Surprisingly, the candy “thing” didn’t last long at all.
Things were going well, then all of a sudden, the potty had become the last place Mads wanted to do anything.
Recently, I got it into my head….hey! what about big girl underwear?! Mads is doing the princess thing now, so maybe princess undies would help motivate her? When she saw her “gift” she was so excited (and I was very hopeful)! The excitement about the big girl undies lasted only about 1…2…3 seconds.
So, now we’re back to where we started – suggesting times to use the potty and rushing her to the bathroom when she starts making her bm “face”.
Thanks to a dear friend of mine, whose daughter is 3 months younger than Mads and is “day” potty trained, I found the book, Potty Training in One Day.
I’m reading, reading, then, sadly realized that it might take us a bit longer and be a bit more difficult than I had hoped for – this girl has got some serious control issues. We were forewarned by one of the pediatricians in the group (the “old school” MD) that potty training is best something that is outsourced and that Mads will do her business in the potty when she’s ready – her way of letting us know that she’s in control of her world. This was filed, naturally, in the section, POTTY TRAINING RESISTANCE.
If princess undies (she won’t even wear them!), jelly beans and chocolates aren’t working, S & I have our work cut out for us.
What is it French men and crazy stupid hobbies?!
This all started when I (partially) watched the movie, Man On Wire. I say partially, since I fell asleep before he began the walk between the towers.
Then I read this on HuffPost the other day.
Granted, it was to raise global warning awareness, but there’s got to be another saner way
C’est fou, indeed!
strong voices
A few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine asked me to snap some photos for an advocacy training she was organizing.
She is a part of the staff of amazing women and men that work for an amazing group, Breast Cancer Fund. Their mission is to identify and advocate the elimination of environmental & preventable causes of breast cancer.
Though I was there to “photograph” the event, I learned a thing or two – which is always a good thing. I learned which plastics are “bad” (even though they are recyclable) and I’m starting to double check the labels on all our cosmetics – especially the ones Mads uses.
I know, I know, you’re probably thinking, I grew up without all these precautions, I turned out just fine. I’m sure you did. But, I can attest to the effects of hazardous chemicals on the human body.
So, I’m being more cautious about using plastic anything – which is difficult for me since I find joy in the versatility of plastic ziploc bags. (I use them for everything and anything!)
I’ve gone back to covering food with paper towels when reheating them in the microwave, rather than using the plastic cover. (I’m waiting to make my move to throw it out, S might be lost without it.)
I am definitely not reusing the plastic water bottles – either recycling them as soon as I am finished or I depend on my handy dandy camelbak BPA-free water bottle.
Lastly, I’ve started to look up all the cosmetics we use in the cosmetic safety database and making notes on what and what not to buy next time I’m at the store.
And of course, I had to take photos of the food:
get your jam on!
yummy, healthy brekkies
potato & green salad
turkey sammies, vietnamese style
So, as a supportive wife, I check in with my husband’s blog as the number of unread posts are piling up in Google Reader.
I’m scrolling through…techie stuff….blah, blah…iPhone…blah, blah…Guitar Hero…blah, blah…more iPhone…blah, blah
Then I get to his most recent post,
“Air Media for iPhone! All your base are belong to us”
Um, okay. I’m really bothered by it. Really bothered. The grammar is horrendous…what the eff is he trying to say? And before I could IM him and tell him that he needed to change it (god forbid anyone think he can’t write/speak English), I had to run off to a barrage of meetings.
(For some odd reason, I held back from commenting on the blog, or mentioning something on FB.)
Hours later, as we’re sitting down to dinner, I think it was, he asked me what I thought about his most recent post. “Honestly, what the eff is up with your grammar? It’s been bothering me all day.” S seemed to take great joy in this. He knew as he was typing in the post title in the wee hours of the morning that I was going to have something to say. “You’re obviously not a geek or gamer.” Well, thank goodness for that! He then goes on to explain that the line is from a Japanese video game that was translated into English (they obviously didn’t have the money to validate the end product).
Still…it bothers me when I see it.