Owen had a bit of a runny nose so I wanted to give him some allergy meds to hopefully dry it up. And if you recall, he does NOT take medicine well…but I wanted to try anyway. I figured he was old enough to drink from the little cup instead of being squirted with the syringe…if only I could get him to do it.
It took some cajoling and a promise of chocolate…but he did it!! YAY, OWEN!
I happened to be up really early this morning—it was one of those times I woke up at 4 and couldn’t fall back asleep. I turned on Owen’s monitor about 6:15 and I saw (what we joke are) his rat eyes so I knew he was up. I waited a bit, hoping he’d fall back asleep. When he didn’t, I went in.
Me: Owen, why are you up so early?
Owen: My nose is stuck.
Hee.
Mama? Mama! Look! He’s peeking at you!
Lately Owen has enjoyed playing with his building blocks and wants you to come build with him.
He built this dragon…
After his nap, it was back to building…and I attempted a totem pole—and it was obviously good enough because he guessed it! Then I just recorded him playing (yes, it’s a little long, but it’s mostly for the grandparents). 🙂
Then I built Owen a robot and he looked at it and said “He’s wearing a diaper!”
I do feel bad for yelling but OH MY GOD…he pooped a huge poop IN HIS UNDERWEAR and didn’t tell me. So when I discover it and pull his undies down (in front of the toilet), it falls out on the carpet AND HE STEPS IN IT. So now it’s ground into the rug and in between his toes—and he does NOT like to be dirty so he was having an absolute fit. (No, I don’t understand why—if he doesn’t like to be dirty—he tolerates a poopy butt.)
And then I see he has poop smeared all up and down his legs, not even mentioning the five wipes-full still in his butt. All the while Katie is screaming because she’s hungry and I can’t do anything because I have to take care of him. About 30 wipes later (baby for him and cleaning for the bathroom) it was off to the tub because I just couldn’t get it all off with wipes. And then I had to clean the carpet. And wash poop out if his underwear. Then clean the sink.
The only cute part was him saying “Me and Katie are crying. We’re not happy.” I told him mommy wasn’t happy, either. 🙁
I am SO over this. I know I wanted him potty trained, but at this point I really wouldn’t care if he’s in diapers until high school. This is THE biggest pain in the ass and I hate it. HATE IT.
Of course, after the heat of the moment, he was fine and I was fine…but of course I felt horrible (and I did apologize to him for yelling).
I know I’m not a bad mom—and I know I shouldn’t have acted as I did—but after you’ve been dealing with this for this long (going on a month) it gets really old. And frustrating. And sometimes you just lose your shit.
All you can do is hope tomorrow will be a better day.
The alphabet song…
And attempting Old MacDonald—I guess we need to work on it. 🙂
Owen just lost all privileges of playing out of my sight.
He was upstairs and I assumed he was playing nicely. Ha.
Well, at first I heard some loud noises, but it sounded like his golf balls rolling around in the tub so I figured he was just playing in the tub which was fine. Then it got quiet and I got a little worried…but Katie was sleeping on me so I let him be and kept my fingers crossed.
Then he came down the stairs and I see he had taken off his pants and underwear—which worried me because that’s what he’s been doing when he has to poop. So I put Katie down (which wakes her up, of course) and go over to him…and notice poop hanging from his butt.
Ugh.
So I make him stand there until I can go grab a wipe to take care of that so it doesn’t end up in the carpet. Then we head up to the bathroom and OH MY.
Where to start? I couldn’t take it all in at once.
UGH.
Needless to say he got a time out…and he lost TV privileges for the day.
Overall I know it could have been worse, but I was still livid. This is the kind of stuff I just do NOT have the patience for…and what I worried about long before having kids. And I have to say that if Owen was acting like this earlier (at a younger age, like the Terrible Twos that we missed) I would have seriously debated having a second.
Or, fun with Katie’s bottle tops.
Owen is a riot when he’s playing his Xbox Lego Indiana Jones game. Tom showed him some basics, but otherwise he learns how to do stuff on his own (trial and error, but still impressive). But what’s funny is listening to him while he plays—if he can’t figure something out, it’s a constant stream of “Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad? I need your help.”
Today we’ve also heard:
I did it! I got the spider!
Watch out, bad guys!
Hey, stop!
Uh oh.
Wow! Did you see that?
Remember? Mom? Remember?
I found coins! Cool!
It’s a gold coin and a blue coin. Amazing!
Look! Orange guys. Go and get them!
Mom, dad…something is happening.
Most of the time Tom and I just look at each other and crack up.
While I was outside running the garage sale and Tom was busy inside with Katie…Owen tried climbing up on his dresser and knocked it over!! Thankfully he wasn’t hurt (there’s not much room for it to fall since its super close to the bed) but still. OMGWTFBBQ!!?!? He’s NEVER tried anything like that—ever—so it was a BIG surprise. Ugh. And of course it had a partially-filled humidifier on it…so everything was drenched. 😐
We missed the terrible twos but apparently are getting the terrible threes instead.
Well apparently Owen is pooping in the potty but refuses to admit it, even when we’re both looking at it. It’s not full poops, but rather the big squished pieces that basically fall out from between his cheeks…but they’re in the toilet so I’m happy! But I am flummoxed as to why he won’t admit it. He actually vehemently denies it (telling me “You’re not happy!” even though I tell him I’m very happy)…until I say we can go pick a toy. 😐
I go in to get him out of bed, and all I say is “Good morning” and he’s off and running:
Bucky fell in the water. Captain America fell in the water.
Charlie’s bumping! She’s bumping me! Look at her butt—that’s poop.
I need my B! You’re on my B!
I neeeed yourrrr help. I need to find all the coins…and gold treasure…and gold heads. I need to play my game.
The sun isn’t out yet. Is it raining?
The big green monster was way up high. (I say “The Incredible Hulk?”) NO! The big green monster!
Where’s daddy? Daddy’s at work.
What’s that noise? Do you hear that? It’s a plane.
My foot hurts. Look at my foot.
Turn the lights on.
Can I watch TV, mom?
I love listening to him…
So Owen and I were sitting on the couch, just hanging out. We weren’t having a conversation about anything specific (at least in MY mind) when suddenly Owen—in his somewhat angry/tantrum-y voice—but not actually sounding like a real tantrum—says:
NO…QUESTIONS!!! NO…ANSWERS! NOOOOOOOO QUESTIONS! NOOOOOOOO ANSWERS!
Complete with the arms waving and scowling (think back to the refusing to go poop video).
I have NO idea what it was about and NO idea where it came from. It doesn’t sound like anything from any of his shows… But it just killed me and I was laughing and laughing. And at first he was not happy with me laughing and gave me a big scowl…and then he was laughing, too. 🙂
I was in the kitchen when Owen came in, grabbed my hand, and said “Mama! Mama! C’mere—I have a special for you!” And I saw this:
Moments later, he grabbed her bottle and his dolly’s bottle: “Mama! Look! Two milks!”
What a kid!
Owen is now old/big enough to carry his own bag to the car. He always comments how heavy it is (for him, not generally speaking) and today this is how he figured out to carry it!
I taught him a new way to eat his pancakes this morning—which would hopefully be less messy—and because he really needs to start eating more with utensils.
Me: Is Katie crying?
Owen: Yes, let’s go check on her!
I started feeding Katie.
Owen: Mama, you feed Katie so well.
I told him he couldn’t play with my phone.
Owen: I am not happy right now.
Me: Owen, it’s almost time for bed.
Owen: No, I have to play with my baby.
I open the plastic container for him.
Owen: WOW!!! —As he carries her away— She’s so beautiful!
This morning, these were boats.
Me: Owen, please eat your grapes.
Owen: No, I’m playing. I’ll eat them tomorrow.
(I’m just thrilled he eats them at all—it’s a new food he started eating on vacation.)
You know how I have said how huge Owen’s poops have been up until now? That they put US to shame? And how he hasn’t really pooped in over a week now?
Well he just pooped.
And it was honestly THE biggest poop I’ve EVER seen. Anywhere, anytime, anyone. Without having actually measured it, I’d say it was at least 10-12″ long. NO LIE. He was with Tom again (so I didn’t get to see the whole process) but he didn’t seem any worse for the wear—no crying or anything—by the time I got down there (Tom yelled for me to come check it out).
After we got all excited and Owen said “You happy? Mama happy now?” (YES!), I asked, “Don’t you feel better now?” And he said “MY HURT IS GONE!!”
Poor kid. 🙁
I guess we continue with the daily Miralax in hopes it works better now that he’s apparently cleaned out…and we don’t go another seven days without a poop.
Costco. Wow. 🙂
I had 11 boxes of diapers to return and of course didn’t even think about the receipts because they’ve been bought piecemeal over the past six months and returns are so easy—they just look it up on your card and you’re done.
Except this time it was a PITA because some were bought online and some were in-store. And they each had to be looked up separately and returned separately. And it was just a hot mess of confusion (two different sizes, to boot). But all FOUR people who were working on it were completely awesome—and were apologizing to me for it taking so long (it took about 30 minutes). (And yes, I apologized for being a pain. Had I thought about it, I would have printed my order emails.) We were all laughing and joking and I told them I would likely be spending the whole amount momentarily…and they said that’s what they hoped! I even saw the manager during checkout and she joked “Hey, it’s you again!” And she joked that I only had one bottle of wine!
I LOVE COSTCO.
Oh, and we spent MORE than we returned. And we returned $400 of diapers. 😮
Oh yeah—Why did I have so many extra boxes? Because every time they were on sale I bought a couple boxes. And I really didn’t expect Owen to be potty trained for a while yet. I also had a couple boxes of size 1-2 for Katie but she’s almost out of those… And I had forgotten we like the Pampers with the pee-line on them so we’ve been using those instead.
We had our friends and their kids over for dinner, and after dinner the two younger kids (Owen and Caroline) were off playing in the other room. Caroline came in to show me the picture she took of Owen—and it was REALLY cute! He was obviously happy to be in his Thor costume! The good thing I noticed was that it took about five other shots to get this one good one!
That tongue was always out—as you will see when you see all the pictures (below) from the photo shoot.
Oops! Someone rolled over! After I caught her and made sure she wasn’t going to fall off, I snapped a pic!
Someone had to get in on the action!
Some more…
I swear Owen was older than this when he finally fit in it—I’ll have to go back and find when it was. I do remember having to put a phone book under his feet for awhile, though… Meanwhile, Katie has been in it about a week or so already (and her feet DO touch the floor, even if it doesn’t quite look like it in this picture).
** I finally went back and looked at Owen’s pictures, and the first one I have of him in the jumper is May 17. 2006—so he was 3½ months old! And there’s the box we needed to use! The other picture is him a day later, but looking cuter!
Life has become interesting lately. Our sweet little Owen is turning into a threenager. Holy cow does he test my patience…what little of it I have left.
We tell Owen to NOT do something or STOP doing something…and he turns right around and does it.
He has zero attention span when we ask him to pick up toys. It’s a constant repetition of “Owen, please put all your toys away. Owen, please put your cars away. Owen, please put your cars in this box. Owen, put your cars away now. OWEN! Mama asked you to put your cars away. If you don’t, I’m taking them away.”
And every time you ask him to put something away—whether he’s actively playing with it or not—he says “No, I’m just playing!” And then wants to play with whatever you wanted him to put away.
He’ll whine that he “doesn’t want a snack/drink/toy/etc. anymore” and then two minutes later he wants it.
He is starting to get more destructive—he was “helping” by winding Katie’s pack-and-play mobile…and actually doing okay so I left him alone, only to come back five minutes later and it was completely broken off and he was playing with it on the floor. 😐
He’s broken a bunch of toys just rough housing with them or not being careful. I make him throw them in the garbage.
The day care lady had to talk to him today—a first. 😐 He was throwing toys at or with another kid. She said they talked about it, he apologized, and things were okay, but she just wanted to let me know. Oh, and he also snuck into the bathroom and was playing at the sink…his shirt was completely drenched when I picked him up after only an hour. I commented that he has just turned into a threenager during the past week or so and she said it appears to be going around.
And potty training. Oh man, don’t get me started on potty training. He had the peeing down completely after really just a week (with just a few accidents after his nap or in the morning, which was to be expected) and poop has been a challenge since day one. So we get home from vacation, and suddenly he’s peeing in his underwear and ON THE FLOOR. And poop is still a huge issue—he knows poop goes in the potty and he’s excited and happy when he does go, yet I typically spend all day cleaning up poopy underwear and his poopy butt because he either doesn’t realize he’s pooping, he does realize and just doesn’t care, or he’s just being super obstinate. I know he’s still learning, but it’s super frustrating.
One time he called me over to tell me he had poop on his foot. Yes, poop. On his foot. And it was completely dried. So I have no idea when or where he stepped in poop (I haven’t smelled it or found it). And then he threw a holy terror tantrum when I made him stick his foot in the bath to clean it. And this was after I had to strip his bed again because he peed in his bed (and on the floor) during his nap. Yes, potty training might just kill me.
Anyone want our threenager? Just temporarily, mind you?
Look what happened when I left him alone for 10 minutes today…
SERIOUSLY?! UGH.
I told him I wasn’t happy because he made a mess—and that he shouldn’t take Katie’s clothes out of her drawers, but reasoning with a toddler is pointless at best. I also told him he had to help me pick it all up, so he handed me a few pieces and then he was done. 😐 I didn’t even have the energy to finish dealing with it right then…but he’ll definitely be helping me pick it all up later.
Of course, he followed it up with something super cute…but I was still fuming a bit over the mess.
And THEN he does something super sweet…Katie was crying so he grabbed the bottle and started to feed her.
Ahhh, life with a toddler. From utter frustration to melting heart in five minutes…
I was going through some flash cards with Owen. He’d tell me what the picture was, then flip the card over and read the letters to spell it. Most of the words were short, like apple, sun, barn, and lamp. Then we got to skateboard—and he turned it over and said “Wow! That’s a lot of letters!”
He was sitting on the toilet in an attempt to poop (what he has to do when we see him grunting or find poop in his butt). He talks about anything but pooping, which is hilarious. Tonight was:
He doesn’t shut up the entire time. He’s full of stories and imagination and things like this…
He was being the cutest copycat so I started recording…and of course he stopped. But he’s still cute.
