It’s a Holiday weekend in Ontario and because we have nothing better to do with our time and because we love grandma and grandpa, we’ve decided to spend the weekend all together in 75 sq ft of space (maybe less). Yes, we have decided that it’s once again time to load up my hubby’s Mazda and drive 9 hours to visit his parents. I love them, I really do.
Travelling with young children freaking sucks. Travelling with a potty training 2 year old sucks more. Travelling through numerous construction zones including a highway closure and subsequent traffic jam when you are an hour into a 5 hour drive makes me feel like slitting my wrists might be more fun and certainly less painful.
I hate road trips.
Unfortunately my awesome in-laws live a long-ass road trip away. I really wish they lived closer – we have so much fun with them! If they lived closer we could see them more often, dump the girls on them for a weekend, and do other fun stuff with them. But instead, I’m tapping this post out on my iPod Touch, 4 hours into what should be a 5 hour drive and have only just passed the halfway mark.
Pass the Gravol.
Wow! Has it really been over a week since I posted here? Gosh – blame it on twitter! It’s been stealing me away from here. Did ya even miss me? Yeah – I didn’t think so.
So what’s been going on in my world? Not a heck of a lot. Hubby has been in Europe for the past two weeks, The first week he was in Barcelona and this past week he was in Dublin. And me? I’ve spent the past two weeks working, caring for kids, breaking up fights and cleaning. That may be another reason why I haven’t posted much. I just don’t feel comfortable advertising that I’m home alone with my girls.
Oh wait! There is news! Yes! Big News!
Continue reading My Little Potty Girl
Every once in a while, just turned 18 month old Brooke will do something that absolutely astonishes me. Usually it’s something she’s picked up from watching others. The other day, a car pulled up next to me in the parking lot as I was getting her out of the car. As soon as she saw the parent come out of the car she started screaming: "Aura, Aura, Aura!!!". I looked around – I couldn’t figure out what had gotten her so excited and worked up. I continued with my mission to drop her off and get my butt to work so that my ass doesn’t get fired. Then the parent came in and I realized that it was Brooke’s friend Laura’s dad who had parked next to me – she had recognized her dad. Wow! Not only could she say and remember her friend’s name, but she also recognized her friend’s parent before I did. My daughter is not just another pretty face:
Just when I thought she couldn’t shock me any further she turned around and asked to use the potty. Yes, you read that right. She "asked" in her own way to use the potty.
In our basement we have a potty for our 3.5 yr old daughter, Sierra. We’ve left it down there for her to use at her leisure otherwise she won’t tear herself away from the TV or whatever toy has her attention to go pee. Tonight Brooke went over to it and sat on it, as she often does. She stood up obviously frustrated and pulling at her pants: "–is, –is, –is" (Translation: This, This, This). She wanted her pants off. So I pulled them off and her diaper too. She sat down and got that same look on her face when she poops – a strange look of concentration and exertion (if you have young children then you have definitely seen this look before). She sat for about a minute, then stood upn- lo and behold! Imagine my surprise when I saw this:
Holy crap! She freaking peed!
Now what? Do I pursue this? She’s awfully young, as her older sister only expressed potty interest less than a year ago. What would you do? Advice people! I need advice!