In this house…
we are real
we make mistakes
we say I’m sorry
we give second chances
we have fun
we give hugs
we do really loud
we are patient
I have a love hate relationship with Pinterest (see I’m not feeling very Pinny lately!) but I must admit that it’s a great tool to use to store ideas. In fact, earlier this summer I came across an idea for Family Rules going up the stairs, possibly on Facebook because it was somewhere I couldn’t pin from. I then tried to link to the blog that was referenced below the picture and it was no longer available. Crap. I then did a google image search and what to my wondering eyes did appear, way down on the bottom of the page was the image I wanted it. Then I pinned it and went about the task of finding where I could get my own. Side not, it is absolutely weird how much the person whose stairs I pinned resemble my own, it’s really downright eerie, as you’ll see later. After finding not quite what I wanted a few different places by google searching in this house family rules and decals, I finally ended up on Etsy. UrbanWalls had exactly what I wanted and probably is where the ones in the pin came from. On a side note, Danielle Hardy of Urban Walls was super awesome and helpful cutting them down so that they would fit my stairs and doing a custom decal for our family room. The custom decal by the way is above the couch and says “This is definitely where I parked my car!” Name that movie anyone?
Anyway, once I had my decals I just cut them apart and applied them step by step, it probably took about a half hour. Only snag I ran in to was that sometimes if I wasn’t careful the transfer tape would pull off a bit of our white paint, because whoever originally painted the stairs didn’t really do a stand up job. You can see it on the Mistakes stair. That’s it, totally done! Voila Family Rules on the Stairs. Eventually maybe my kids will be able to read them…
Where the capital H have I been? I know, that’s clearly been on your mind, like you don’t have 30,000 other more important thoughts. But just in case, a teeny little part of you wondered, I’ve been heavily involved in shit, literally, I’ve been in the trenches. The trenches of potty training, oh and in Chicago and cutting all my hair off in some kind of last hurrah to my 20’s which are almost over. This is not a fun task [potty training, turning 30 seems painless so far but ask me in September], in fact initially it’s far worse than changing diapers unless you loathe diapers like me, then it’s about even. Taking Brecken’s lead he picked the date we would finally get rid of the diapers. I then grabbed a shovel, calmly scooped up all my mommy morals and natural parenting philosophies and buried them in the flower bed and went out and bought snazzy things to bribe him with. The results, we are nearly a month free of diapers. This sounds like victory but it’s kind of been like riding a roller coaster in the dark, that you’ve never seen before in the light so you have no idea when the twists and turns will hit you. The first day went super, he earned a shiny Thomas the Train backpack to keep all his future matchbox cars he would earn by pooping on the potty, really I threw away all scruples, buried them. Poop = car and it worked, the key is recognizing when to take away the cars. I think the only piece of advice that I could truly give that I believe could/should be repeated from our experience, we started on a Saturday when we both would be home and I think that was key! In the early days this is a two parent job, because at least one of you will occupy a LARGE chunk of time [like all day]to nagging, dragging, encouraging, cheering, entertaining etc. to, in and around the potty. Anyway it was smooth sailing for the first week, then he regressed and started pooping randomly in his pants except he wasn’t wearing underwear yet so it would just fall through, a good and bad thing all at the same time, see below. We went back to the cars briefly and he seems to be back on track, he seems to have finally got it down that we’re not going back to diapers and this is his life now. So as not to bore you with a novella about potty training, unless you actually want the stinky details, in which case send me a message, I give you:
Highlights Horrors of Potty Training a 29 Month Old Boy
- Poop Talk: Little Boys love to talk about Poop. The length, color, smell, you name it they discuss, describe and relish in their accomplishment. Albeit when potty training we want them to accomplish this, I could do without the narrative, because I assure you each time it happens, and having a son gifted with regular bowel movements this is quite often, I get to hear a fabulous narrative such as “Look Mama eees a big one ees lotsa poop, I flush it bye-bye, bye bye poop”
- Pooping in Party City: Nothing like a quick trip to Party City for some decorations and regardless of plenty of bathroom stops, he drops a deuce (Jeff’s term) in the middle of the aisle, remember the part above about not wearing underwear, so it literally was in the middle of the aisle. Clean up on aisle 10!!!! Apparently when your child poops in Party City you have to clean it up yourself. Lucky for me this was Jeff’s story.
- Penis Songs: In case you ever wondered when the male ego first begins talking about his penis, I would say around the age of 2. In our house he sing songs about it, and not just at home, when we visit Chicago too. It can take many different forms but usually includes some kind of ownership of said business “I have a penis, I have a penis” or This is my penis, this is my penis” I think my all-time favorite is when he sings “Don’t touch your penis, don’t touch your penis” Note we’re very big into repetition here.
- Peeing in the Grass: Clearly a milestone in all male children’s lives because I sure do not recall every relishing any experience that necessitated peeing outside lest ever actually wanting to pee outside. Brecken however will quite happily mark his territory. Newest Mama Mantra “Pee goes in the Potty” and I spent forever on a probably way over his head about how pee can’t go in the ground because it could make our plants sick but water makes them feel good story”
- Flashing in the stacks: We have really been working on Brecken taking his pants on and off himself, on a recent trip to the library Brecken told me he had to go potty. I was on the computer with Pippa in her car seat on the floor next to me and said just a minute, so I could gather all my stuff. Brecken knowing we were basically right by the hall with the restrooms promptly dropped trough and gave the entire library a show of his naked rear end and his precious penis. Thankfully he didn’t break into song. I’m pretty sure I literally dove at him, mortified, pulled up his pants and hauled him to the restroom. He was oblivious to the whole episode.
Doesn’t he just look bigger now that you know he doesn’t wear diapers?
B checking out the water display at the Chicago Children’s Museum