I might have just turned most of Owen’s underwear a nice shade of off white by washing a pair of his new orange underwear in the same load.
It’s a good thing he won’t notice, let alone mind.
Racing!
Maggie was running along the fence with the next-door neighbor’s dog (the first time they’ve “met” since the renters moved in about two months ago) and Owen was playing with the pool as Tom was emptying it and dismantling the pump, etc. But then Owen noticed the dogs running (racing!) and had to get involved. If you listen closely you can hear him announce Maggie as the winner.
A cover up
Owen decided he needed to pile everything in the living room on me. Where does he come up with these ideas?
Toddlers are Hard!
The 15 Hardest Things About Raising a Toddler
These are three of my favorites:
Getting Out Of The House/Being Out Of The House
The hours between 6am and 9am are the worst for me. The grind of feeding, cleaning and dressing two toddlers and then hauling them out of the house with the proper toddler accoutrements and strapping them into their seats just about does me in. All this, to get out of the house.Low Self-Esteem
You have to be on your parenting game when dealing with toddlers. They are sneaky, wily sons of guns. And yet, I find this period of time a point at which my self-esteem is at its lowest both physically and mentally. The baby weight should be gone – it’s not. I should have more energy because they’re sleeping more at night than they did when they were babies – I don’t. I’m MORE tired. I should trust my judgment more because I’m a couple years into this whole thing but I don’t. I just end up constantly questioning my parenting decisions because these years are so formative.Potty Training
Not to mention trying to teach a wild animal to crap in a hole. I think I’d have an easier time training my dog to poop in the toilet.
In poop news…
Owen seems to be doing better, but only in the sense that he doesn’t give us underwear full of poop anymore. I think with the lesser dose of Miralax, the poop is harder to squeeze in between Christian bookstore.
LOL!!—I had to leave that Siri* transcription because it was hilarious. It should have read:
I think with the lesser dose of Miralax, the poop is harder and sticks in between his butt cheeks.
We have generally been catching him in time to sit him on the toilet…sometimes it falls out, sometimes he poops it out, and other times we wipe it out. But it’s much less of a mess overall, even if we have to use 10 wipes.
Also, we haven’t gotten mad or upset at all. He still doesn’t like us to check his butt, but things are going much better. Well, until today when he decided he wanted to try and wipe himself. /shudder/
One day at a time is still our motto…
*Siri is the intelligent personal iPhone assistant that I often use to transcribe long passages when I’m on my phone.
Sweet response
Me: Owen, I love you.
Owen: Awwww.
:heart:
Owen’s walkabout
Skyping with Grandma, Owen is showing her all of his robots.
Then he decided to take Grandma Marsha on a walkabout. It was hilarious, because he doesn’t quite grasp what she can and can’t see and was in his dark playroom showing her a puzzle that makes noise when you turn the lights off.
Doctor Owen
Tom wasn’t feeling well so went to lie down in the bedroom.
Owen: Where’s daddy?
Me: He’s laying down.
Owen: Why?
Me: He doesn’t feel good.
Owen: He hurts?
Me: Yes.
Owen: I need to go give daddy a band-aid.
Awwww.
No, but awwww.
A little cat nap
We’ve been letting Owen skip his nap so he’ll fall asleep faster at night—sometimes he’s still up (in his bed, but awake) at 9:30-10:00—and for the most part it’s been fine. But today—especially after playing in the pool, I’m sure—he took a little catnap while watching the State game with daddy. It was soooo cute of course I had to take a picture.
And it was a true catnap—it couldn’t have been longer than 10 minutes.
Last day in the pool!
The pool water is pretty dirty—and draining as we sit here—but he was desperate to go in. And since it’s 75 today we figured he might as well get in one last hurrah!
Then he had to get in the tiger. HAD TO! He wanted help but I always have him try things by himself first…and he did it!
After I stopped recording, of course he got cuter—bouncing around saying Howdy pardners!
The best he’s been yet!
Owen was absolutely amazing during his haircut…according to Tom. No crying, no whining, and following directions—YAY, OWEN!
Boys and their games
Owen is really quite good at XBOX Indiana Jones Lego…he even figures stuff out by himself! But he loves playing with daddy the most!
Oh, the imagination!
Mom! Mom! Look! It’s Team Umizoomi!
Yes, those are foam crayons he’s holding (that go to one of his puzzles). But Team Umizoomi (one of his favorite cartoons) has main characters that are—yes, you guessed it—pink, blue, and green.
His imagination continually amazes me.
Should I get dressed more often?
I had a friend’s housewarming to go to (my old boss, actually) so I got dressed (nothing fancy), took my hair out of my daily ponytail, and put on a tiny bit of makeup and perfume. I walk downstairs and Owen says “Wowww! Mama, you’re so pretty!” And sniffed me. 🙂
Gee, you think I should get dressed and put makeup on more often?
They almost fit.
I love to watch her sleep.
A few Owen morning tidbits.
Me: Are you ready to get up?
Owen: We’re gonna take mama’s car and go and find daddy!
Owen: I need a snack.
Me: You just had a snack. Would you like breakfast?
Owen: No.
Me: Remember, we have bagels.
Owen: No, I don’t want food anymore.
Watching an episode of Little Einsteins about Saturn.
Owen: Look Katie, it’s beautiful!!
(That cuteness lasted all of 30 seconds because he wouldn’t stop wiggling and she fell over.)
Today I was a zen master.
Or maybe I should say a zenpoop master? Or a poopzen master? Whatever you want to call it, I was it.
I was calm.
I was cool.
I was collected.
I promised Owen I wouldn’t yell at him again.
I told him it was okay if he pooped in his underwear (but I’d still like him to try to poop in the potty).
I told him he wouldn’t be in trouble.
You see, in talking about this whole ordeal with my mom friends, I came to the conclusion that the Miralax might actually be making it harder (in a sense) for him to poop successfully—since if it was making the stool too soft, he might not realize he had to poop and then OOPS before you know it, it’s there. And if he really isn’t able to control it, then OHMYGOD do I feel guilty about getting mad at him, you know? As a friend pointed out, he’s still learning what it takes to poop—especially since it’s different than pooping in a diaper, we’re guessing he had constipation and possibly pain issues, and now with the drugs it’s a different feeling/experience yet! Ugh, talk about mom guilt. 😥
Hence the zen master.
Luckily it was a pretty easy day so I wasn’t REALLY tested…but we still went through (I think) five pair of underwear. But there were no HUGE disasters, which I think can be attributed to A) him pooping quite a bit over the past two days and B) decreasing the Miralax dose (I’m hoping to hit on the magic amount that will make pooping easier but not create a holy mess).
Please keep your fingers crossed.
What’s wrong with this picture?
What was hilarious was I was sitting on the couch and couldn’t see him so all I heard was grunting and shuffling and I had no idea what was going on… I got my camera ready just in case. I’m glad I did. 🙂
Time lapse Katie
A new cupcake!
Oooh! Look at the new cupcake!
Sippy cup is meh.
Big boy medicine!
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!
Owen, why are you up so early?
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.
He’s peeking at you!
Mama? Mama! Look! He’s peeking at you!
Introducing Katie to Sophie
I figured since she’s been gnawing on her hands for awhile now, I’d introduce Sophie
And then some live action—with some crying, even—just to show you she does get cranky!!
Maggie Snores
I was busy cleaning and organizing stuff around the bedroom and thought the cats were growling at one another…but it turned out to be Maggie snoring under the covers. Wonder why I didn’t know she was even in the room…?? 🙂
Sushi pizza
I was at the computer and happened to be looking at the pictures on the Wow Sushi page on Yelp. Owen came up and saw this picture and said “Wow! Pizza!!” I said No, it’s sushi—so he says “Ohhhhhhh!!! Sooooooshi!” 🙂
Let’s go build!
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!”
Ugh. I lost my shit today.
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.