I saw a baby today, she was maybe 8 months old, and she was being pushed in her stroller by a nurse who was pulling an oxygen tank behind her. The baby was receiving oxygen through a trachial tube. We got onto an elevator together.
I waved at her and smiled and she smiled back at me, and then they got off the elevator. The two other women in the elevator and I just started crying.
I feel so grateful that my son is healthy.
Years go by. Things change.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Memories from the baby-planning closet
Ambivilant Infertility has a post about using a midwife and not telling her family because of their inevitable obnoxiousness about it. Which brought out a comment from altmama about the benefits of being in the baby-planning closet, "Why share information, if people are only going to use it to judge?"
Which struck a chord with me because Mr. Spock and I hid some things in that closet ourselves.
The main one was Muffin Man's name. We have a relative who has a history of being extremely negative about the names parents have chosen for the unborn baby. "What kind of a name is that?", "But there are so many pretty girl's names", and "I know you said that you decided on that name, but here's a list of names I like better."
So we chose a name and didn't tell anyone what it was. We told them we were expecting a boy, once we knew the sex. We told those who asked the story of his conception. We told people our plans for breast-feeding, daycare and use of drugs during delivery, but we kept our mouths shut about his name.
We figured once he was born and we introduced him to everyone, it'd be too late for them to complain. And no one did. Even Mrs. Name-Hater only commented on how beautiful he is. Not a word about the name.
We got some grief about our decision to not have him circumcised though.
Which struck a chord with me because Mr. Spock and I hid some things in that closet ourselves.
The main one was Muffin Man's name. We have a relative who has a history of being extremely negative about the names parents have chosen for the unborn baby. "What kind of a name is that?", "But there are so many pretty girl's names", and "I know you said that you decided on that name, but here's a list of names I like better."
So we chose a name and didn't tell anyone what it was. We told them we were expecting a boy, once we knew the sex. We told those who asked the story of his conception. We told people our plans for breast-feeding, daycare and use of drugs during delivery, but we kept our mouths shut about his name.
We figured once he was born and we introduced him to everyone, it'd be too late for them to complain. And no one did. Even Mrs. Name-Hater only commented on how beautiful he is. Not a word about the name.
We got some grief about our decision to not have him circumcised though.
PT update
Progress is being made. Muffin Man peed in the potty at school on Monday (a first!), at home on Tuesday evening, and twice at home Wednesday evening. We're hoping for a school/home double feature today.
I ordered a book called "Potty Training in less than a Day" which finally arrived yesterday...It looks like we're actually beyond it but I will incorporate some of it's ideas. APL, if you want it I'll give it to you to use with AB, he's nearly ready for their technique according to the book.
Anyways....
MM is really pretty proud of himself over the whole going twice in the potty thing last night so we're really encouraging that feeling.
I ordered a book called "Potty Training in less than a Day" which finally arrived yesterday...It looks like we're actually beyond it but I will incorporate some of it's ideas. APL, if you want it I'll give it to you to use with AB, he's nearly ready for their technique according to the book.
Anyways....
MM is really pretty proud of himself over the whole going twice in the potty thing last night so we're really encouraging that feeling.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Lunch!
I had lunch with APL at a mall near where we both work. We ate yummy Lebanese food and talked about her work, my work, NSAH's work, Mr. Spock's work, potty training, the cuteness that is our sons, why the doggie boutique doesn't make cute outfits for anything other than little frou-frou lap dogs, perfect skinny mommies and their chubby little babies that are legion at this mall, how much we hate neighbors who shoot off fireworks at 10 PM. And of course, how we'd love to not go back to work but just stay and chat and maybe shop a little....
Alas, we both went back to work like the good worker bees that we are.
Thanks APL! I had a great time!
Alas, we both went back to work like the good worker bees that we are.
Thanks APL! I had a great time!
Mr. Spock
Mr. Spock has deigned to comment a few times here. Unfortunately, he comments enigmatically so you can't get a flavor of how funny, silly, smart, darling, and smart-alecky he can be.
So here are some Mr. Spock memories.
How We Met
'Round about this time 12 years ago, Mr. Spock moved into an apartment on West 96th Street. Two blocks away was Murder Ink, The World's Oldest Mystery Bookstore. Working there was yours truly. At the time, I had hair down to my waist (generally pulled back in a french-braid or pony-tail). He walked by the store, looked in and saw me from the back. I was up on a ladder, putting something away in the H paperback section. He came in 'cause he has a thing about long hair. I came down off the ladder and he saw that I was short and cute and...um...built. All of which he also has a thing about. So we started talking. And I sold him a book.
He came in the next week. I sold him a book. And the next week. And the next.
Now, you need to understand that in NYC there are alot of gay owned-and-operated businesses. And you also need to understand that at Murder Ink at the time more than half the staff were openly gay or bi-sexual. So Mr. Spock thought that I was probably gay too. And it didn't help matters much that I was deliberately taking a year off of dating anyone while I worked on some issues in therapy, so I was actively NOT FLIRTING.
So for a year he came in every week and bought a book and chatted with me and never asked me out because he assumed I wouldn't be interested. And then one day in late August 1994 I mentioned a past boyfriend. Mr. Spock's eyes lit up. A boyfriend! A PAST boyfriend!
The next week he went away for a vacation but the week after that he asked me out for coffee. I said yes. Our first date was September 15, 1994. I moved in with him in March of '95. He asked me to marry him November 11, 1995. We married May 18 the following year.
It's a Small World
Around the corner from his apartment was a bar. Tending bar were two sisters. Mr. Spock would go to that bar after dinner most evenings, have a drink, chat with the bartenders and shmooze for a little while before going home to his two-room apartment. During the year that he was coming into Murder Ink, he told the bartenders all about his crush on the girl at the bookstore (never mentioning which bookstore it was) and how she was probably gay and how he'd like to ask her out but...And they would give him advice and bolster his confidence and just generally be really good friends to him. Of course, he told them about the revelation of her heterosexuality and of course he told them about the first date.
The weekend after our first date, I went up to my mom's country house to spend a weekend with my mom and my step-father and some of my cousins came up too. On Sunday of that weekend, I made some grapefruit marmalade and promised my cousins I would bring it to them at work that week.
On Tuesday I dropped off the marmalade at my cousins' workplace and they told me that they had told everyone how they'd watched me make it and how they were looking forward to eating it. After talking with them for a little while, I left to meet Mr. Spock for our second date. During dinner, he asked what I had done that weekend.
Yes, my friends. My cousins were his bartenders.
Later that evening he goes to their bar.
He says he could see them mentally sorting out whether or not they thought he was too heavy a drinker, had he ever said anything incriminating, was he REALLY good enough for their baby cousin?
They laughed and called my mom to tell her that there was nothing to worry about and, oh, by the way, he's not an alcoholic.
So here are some Mr. Spock memories.
How We Met
'Round about this time 12 years ago, Mr. Spock moved into an apartment on West 96th Street. Two blocks away was Murder Ink, The World's Oldest Mystery Bookstore. Working there was yours truly. At the time, I had hair down to my waist (generally pulled back in a french-braid or pony-tail). He walked by the store, looked in and saw me from the back. I was up on a ladder, putting something away in the H paperback section. He came in 'cause he has a thing about long hair. I came down off the ladder and he saw that I was short and cute and...um...built. All of which he also has a thing about. So we started talking. And I sold him a book.
He came in the next week. I sold him a book. And the next week. And the next.
Now, you need to understand that in NYC there are alot of gay owned-and-operated businesses. And you also need to understand that at Murder Ink at the time more than half the staff were openly gay or bi-sexual. So Mr. Spock thought that I was probably gay too. And it didn't help matters much that I was deliberately taking a year off of dating anyone while I worked on some issues in therapy, so I was actively NOT FLIRTING.
So for a year he came in every week and bought a book and chatted with me and never asked me out because he assumed I wouldn't be interested. And then one day in late August 1994 I mentioned a past boyfriend. Mr. Spock's eyes lit up. A boyfriend! A PAST boyfriend!
The next week he went away for a vacation but the week after that he asked me out for coffee. I said yes. Our first date was September 15, 1994. I moved in with him in March of '95. He asked me to marry him November 11, 1995. We married May 18 the following year.
It's a Small World
Around the corner from his apartment was a bar. Tending bar were two sisters. Mr. Spock would go to that bar after dinner most evenings, have a drink, chat with the bartenders and shmooze for a little while before going home to his two-room apartment. During the year that he was coming into Murder Ink, he told the bartenders all about his crush on the girl at the bookstore (never mentioning which bookstore it was) and how she was probably gay and how he'd like to ask her out but...And they would give him advice and bolster his confidence and just generally be really good friends to him. Of course, he told them about the revelation of her heterosexuality and of course he told them about the first date.
The weekend after our first date, I went up to my mom's country house to spend a weekend with my mom and my step-father and some of my cousins came up too. On Sunday of that weekend, I made some grapefruit marmalade and promised my cousins I would bring it to them at work that week.
On Tuesday I dropped off the marmalade at my cousins' workplace and they told me that they had told everyone how they'd watched me make it and how they were looking forward to eating it. After talking with them for a little while, I left to meet Mr. Spock for our second date. During dinner, he asked what I had done that weekend.
Me: "Saw my cousins and made grapefruit marmalade"
MS: "Grapefruit marmalade? Everyone's talking about that these days."
Me: "Really? Well, in any case, I dropped some off with my cousins at the
bar they work at."
MS: "They work at a bar? Is one of them very tall and the other about your
height?"
Me: "Yes, do you know them?"
Yes, my friends. My cousins were his bartenders.
Later that evening he goes to their bar.
Them: "How did the date go?"
MS: "It went well, but there may be a problem."
Them: "What's the problem?"
MS: "Well, we know some people in common and I'm worried that they won't think I'm good enough for her."
Them: "Don't worry about what other people think. You're a great person. If
you like her and she likes you, that's all that matters."
MS: "I'm so relieved to hear you say that, because she's your
cousin."
He says he could see them mentally sorting out whether or not they thought he was too heavy a drinker, had he ever said anything incriminating, was he REALLY good enough for their baby cousin?
They laughed and called my mom to tell her that there was nothing to worry about and, oh, by the way, he's not an alcoholic.
Friday, June 24, 2005
I Remember Momma
SingsLullabyes
My first memory of her as a mom is from when I was four. We were in my Dad's apartment on 12th Street in Brooklyn (she still had her own inManhatten). My dad was smoking a cigarette while lying on his bed one evening and I jumped up onto the bed to snuggle with him. My hand came down on the lit end of the cigarette and got burned. SingsLullabyes ran with me into the kitchen and put ice right on my hand, then she took me into the bathroom and did a whole band-aid thing with kisses and everything. She made it all better.
We used to go into SoHo and go shopping at Small Business (kid's clothing, defunct for about 25 years) and then we'd eat at Food (cafeteria style restaurant, defunct for about 20 years).
She made the most scrumptious prime rib and yorkshire pudding for Christmas dinners (SL, are you really sure you want to be a pescetarian?)
Puttering about the Soap Opera (soaps and bathstuff in the Village, now defunct) on the hunt for stocking presens, poking around antique shops ("Liz, honey, keep your hands in your pockets. If you want to touch something, ask me first") looking for ornaments for the Christmas tree.
We would go out for brunches or dinners at "grown-up" restaurants and she would encourage me to get a "cocktail" (Shirley Temple) and to NOT order off the kids menu. Ahhh, Camperdown Elm - long gone now too.
...
QuiltsAlot
She taught me to ride a bicycle (pink & white Schwinn, handed down from my sister), holding on to the back and running behind me (she didn't believe in training wheels). One afternoon, I was going really fast and I circled around and saw her...standing in front of me. Of course I fell right over, but I got right back on and never looked back.
She had a pottery wheel in a small room on the top floor, and she made mugs and cups and collanders and bowls that are still in use even though the pottery wheel has been gone for over 25 years.
She used to ask me to play "Beauty Parlor" with her and I'd brush and comb her hair and put barrettes in and make little swirly-dos and after a few minutes would notice she wasn't answering my questions. "Are you asleep?!?" I would demand. "Mmmm, only resssting my eyessss" she would murmur back.
We would go out walking to the ice cream parlor, and she would encourage my sister and me to order cones which she would "neaten up" for us. I am currently the world's record holder for least messy ice cream cone consumption.
My first memory of her as a mom is from when I was four. We were in my Dad's apartment on 12th Street in Brooklyn (she still had her own inManhatten). My dad was smoking a cigarette while lying on his bed one evening and I jumped up onto the bed to snuggle with him. My hand came down on the lit end of the cigarette and got burned. SingsLullabyes ran with me into the kitchen and put ice right on my hand, then she took me into the bathroom and did a whole band-aid thing with kisses and everything. She made it all better.
We used to go into SoHo and go shopping at Small Business (kid's clothing, defunct for about 25 years) and then we'd eat at Food (cafeteria style restaurant, defunct for about 20 years).
She made the most scrumptious prime rib and yorkshire pudding for Christmas dinners (SL, are you really sure you want to be a pescetarian?)
Puttering about the Soap Opera (soaps and bathstuff in the Village, now defunct) on the hunt for stocking presens, poking around antique shops ("Liz, honey, keep your hands in your pockets. If you want to touch something, ask me first") looking for ornaments for the Christmas tree.
We would go out for brunches or dinners at "grown-up" restaurants and she would encourage me to get a "cocktail" (Shirley Temple) and to NOT order off the kids menu. Ahhh, Camperdown Elm - long gone now too.
...
QuiltsAlot
She taught me to ride a bicycle (pink & white Schwinn, handed down from my sister), holding on to the back and running behind me (she didn't believe in training wheels). One afternoon, I was going really fast and I circled around and saw her...standing in front of me. Of course I fell right over, but I got right back on and never looked back.
She had a pottery wheel in a small room on the top floor, and she made mugs and cups and collanders and bowls that are still in use even though the pottery wheel has been gone for over 25 years.
She used to ask me to play "Beauty Parlor" with her and I'd brush and comb her hair and put barrettes in and make little swirly-dos and after a few minutes would notice she wasn't answering my questions. "Are you asleep?!?" I would demand. "Mmmm, only resssting my eyessss" she would murmur back.
We would go out walking to the ice cream parlor, and she would encourage my sister and me to order cones which she would "neaten up" for us. I am currently the world's record holder for least messy ice cream cone consumption.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Father's Day Week Memories
MakesBooksForGrandkids
He used to have a huge mustache which made him look exactly like Cheech Marin. Every father's day I'd buy him either a tie or something to keep that mustache in good working order: a mug with a mustache bridge, a little grooming kit...He shaved it off when I was seven? eight? I was devastated.
We once made an Angel Food Cake together - it came out flat as a pancake, but we frosted it with chocolate and ate it anyway.
That same year, I was in day camp at the Y and we had made brownies for a bake sale there. The brownies all sold before I could get one and I remember being so disappointed and then we tried to get a Creamsicle out of the vending machine and they were all out of those and so I had this HUGE meltdown and MBFG took me home and made me a "homemade creamsicle": Vanilla ice cream, orange juice, honey put it in a blender. It was so delicious and made me feel all better.
When I was in sleep-away camp, he would send me this beautiful picture letters - with fantastic curlicues and sketches of whatever he and SingsLullabyes were doing in bright happy colours.
From where I'm sitting in my office now, if I look to my right I can see a pen and ink drawing he made of the beach in Cape Cod where we used to spend our summers.
...
TellsDonaldDuckStories
When I first met him, I thought he was the Tallest. Man. In. The. Universe! (with apologies to PS). He's 6'2".
He has a lap that is just right for a small four-year-old to sit in. He used to tell me Donald Duck stories that always seemed to parallel things that were going on in my life. The villian in these stories was an evil man named Cyrus McPherson (Nyahaha!) He now tells similar stories to Muffin Man.
In the summers, we would go to this old used bookstore on the pier in Wellfleet and buy up all the Walt Disney Comics the crotchety old man had. Most of them had the covers ripped off. I still have most of them in a box in the basement. My favorite was always Uncle Scrooge. Can you believe that Disney doesn't sell an Uncle Scrooge piggy bank? What are they thinking?
He used to have a huge mustache which made him look exactly like Cheech Marin. Every father's day I'd buy him either a tie or something to keep that mustache in good working order: a mug with a mustache bridge, a little grooming kit...He shaved it off when I was seven? eight? I was devastated.
We once made an Angel Food Cake together - it came out flat as a pancake, but we frosted it with chocolate and ate it anyway.
That same year, I was in day camp at the Y and we had made brownies for a bake sale there. The brownies all sold before I could get one and I remember being so disappointed and then we tried to get a Creamsicle out of the vending machine and they were all out of those and so I had this HUGE meltdown and MBFG took me home and made me a "homemade creamsicle": Vanilla ice cream, orange juice, honey put it in a blender. It was so delicious and made me feel all better.
When I was in sleep-away camp, he would send me this beautiful picture letters - with fantastic curlicues and sketches of whatever he and SingsLullabyes were doing in bright happy colours.
From where I'm sitting in my office now, if I look to my right I can see a pen and ink drawing he made of the beach in Cape Cod where we used to spend our summers.
...
TellsDonaldDuckStories
When I first met him, I thought he was the Tallest. Man. In. The. Universe! (with apologies to PS). He's 6'2".
He has a lap that is just right for a small four-year-old to sit in. He used to tell me Donald Duck stories that always seemed to parallel things that were going on in my life. The villian in these stories was an evil man named Cyrus McPherson (Nyahaha!) He now tells similar stories to Muffin Man.
In the summers, we would go to this old used bookstore on the pier in Wellfleet and buy up all the Walt Disney Comics the crotchety old man had. Most of them had the covers ripped off. I still have most of them in a box in the basement. My favorite was always Uncle Scrooge. Can you believe that Disney doesn't sell an Uncle Scrooge piggy bank? What are they thinking?
Monday, June 20, 2005
Does it count, take II (with apologies to YT)
Does it count as staying dry all day if your son DOESN'T GO AT ALL at daycare and wants a diaper to pee into as soon as he comes home after REFUSING to sit on the potty?
And he proudly ran up to me at school and yelled, "I stayed dry all day Mommy!"
And he proudly ran up to me at school and yelled, "I stayed dry all day Mommy!"
Does it count?
Does it count as staying dry all day if Muffin Man didn't wet his pants yesterday because he waited to pee until he was in a diaper at naptime and bedtime?
And is this something I should be pleased or concerned about?
And is this something I should be pleased or concerned about?
Looking to the right...
You may notice that some new links have been added and, sadly, some have been removed. One that I took away became suddenly defunct, another I realized I wasn't reading as much.
A quick review of the links shows I'm neglecting the boys a bit, got lots of women and very few men. The people represented have two things in common - a great, if somewhat snarky, sense of humor and an ability to write well and evocatively about whatever they are writing about.
Another quick review shows a few interesting trends. Though I'm neither infertile nor an academic, I read a fair representation of infertility and academic blogs. Lots of interesting stuff going on in both those worlds and I'm so glad that those voices are out there.
I'm from a culturally Jewish background (never attended synagogue except for weddings and funerals, celebrate Hanukah and Passover but no real familial belief in God or organized religion). In taking the "What Religion Are You?" test, I came out as 100% Secular Humanist, 96% Unitarian Universalist. So it's somewhat of a surprise to note that amoung my links are people from every color on the religion rainbow. Do I always agree with everything everybody talks about on their blogs or the conclusions they come to? No, but I always identify with the process and admire the courage of taking a stand-- even if I disagree vehemantly with where that stand is.
In general, the bloggers I link to are politically to the left of center. Even more generally, the bloggers I link to are active in their communities whether on-line or IRL. I think we all are trying to leave the world better than when we found it, though some of us may have differing views on how we can do that and what it means.
A quick review of the links shows I'm neglecting the boys a bit, got lots of women and very few men. The people represented have two things in common - a great, if somewhat snarky, sense of humor and an ability to write well and evocatively about whatever they are writing about.
Another quick review shows a few interesting trends. Though I'm neither infertile nor an academic, I read a fair representation of infertility and academic blogs. Lots of interesting stuff going on in both those worlds and I'm so glad that those voices are out there.
I'm from a culturally Jewish background (never attended synagogue except for weddings and funerals, celebrate Hanukah and Passover but no real familial belief in God or organized religion). In taking the "What Religion Are You?" test, I came out as 100% Secular Humanist, 96% Unitarian Universalist. So it's somewhat of a surprise to note that amoung my links are people from every color on the religion rainbow. Do I always agree with everything everybody talks about on their blogs or the conclusions they come to? No, but I always identify with the process and admire the courage of taking a stand-- even if I disagree vehemantly with where that stand is.
In general, the bloggers I link to are politically to the left of center. Even more generally, the bloggers I link to are active in their communities whether on-line or IRL. I think we all are trying to leave the world better than when we found it, though some of us may have differing views on how we can do that and what it means.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Happy Father's Day, Dad & StepDad!
Had brunch with Dad (in town with StepMom to visit my eldest cousin who is ill with leukemia and also to visit us and especially Muffin Man). Spoke with StepDad on the phone.
I'm lucky to have two such great men to be parents. I'm lucky in my female parents as well. Which brings up something that has been bothering me in my blog.
I call them Dad, StepDad, Mom, StepMom as though they had no other role to play in their lives. In real life, I call them Dad, {StepDad's first name}, Mom, {StepMom's first name}. I want to keep their anonymity but I feel uncomfortable with the status quo here so...
For the time being, I'm going to rename them:
Dad is now MakesBooksForGrandkids
StepDad is now TellsDonaldDuckStories
Mom is now QuiltsALot
StepMom is now SingsLullabyes
I may change back. Or not.
'Night all.
I'm lucky to have two such great men to be parents. I'm lucky in my female parents as well. Which brings up something that has been bothering me in my blog.
I call them Dad, StepDad, Mom, StepMom as though they had no other role to play in their lives. In real life, I call them Dad, {StepDad's first name}, Mom, {StepMom's first name}. I want to keep their anonymity but I feel uncomfortable with the status quo here so...
For the time being, I'm going to rename them:
Dad is now MakesBooksForGrandkids
StepDad is now TellsDonaldDuckStories
Mom is now QuiltsALot
StepMom is now SingsLullabyes
I may change back. Or not.
'Night all.
Happy Father's Day, Mr. Spock!
You are a wonderful father and husband. I love being a parent with you. Thank you for being here for us, and for enjoying the process. Muffin Man adores you - and so do I.
Quick link time
Please read the Father's Day post on Bitch PhD. Excellent description of how an evolving marriage can stay good and vibrant.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Wow.
Angie has a post today which is a follow-up on the post before that. Both are pretty powerful reading (warning - the earlier one is a serious three-hanky read.)
Her post today reminded me of advice I often find myself giving and that I try really hard to take as well:
"Are the assholes paying you rent? Then why are you letting them live in your head?"
Angie, I am so impressed by your ability to evict the assholes from your life and from your head.
Her post today reminded me of advice I often find myself giving and that I try really hard to take as well:
"Are the assholes paying you rent? Then why are you letting them live in your head?"
Angie, I am so impressed by your ability to evict the assholes from your life and from your head.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Jen is talking about dreams and Suzan is talking about bugs which is creepy because last night I had a dream about bugs.
I was in the apartment I lived in during my sophomore year of college with my skeevy (then)boyfriend. The apartment was empty, no furniture, no refridgerator and all over the floor and walls were thousands of cockroaches. Big ones. And for some reason during the dream I went from wearing boots, to wearing sneakers, to wearing sandals, to being barefoot -- all without my intervention. And while I was freaking out in the dream, my sleeping self was really quite okay with it all. I knew it was a dream. And yet, I can't watch movies with bugs in them (one major reason the second Indiana Jones flick never got watched more than once.) So why wasn't I terribly bothered by this dream? And why dream it in the first place?
I have a theory about the reason for the dream which I will blog about later, once I've sat on it for a while.
I was in the apartment I lived in during my sophomore year of college with my skeevy (then)boyfriend. The apartment was empty, no furniture, no refridgerator and all over the floor and walls were thousands of cockroaches. Big ones. And for some reason during the dream I went from wearing boots, to wearing sneakers, to wearing sandals, to being barefoot -- all without my intervention. And while I was freaking out in the dream, my sleeping self was really quite okay with it all. I knew it was a dream. And yet, I can't watch movies with bugs in them (one major reason the second Indiana Jones flick never got watched more than once.) So why wasn't I terribly bothered by this dream? And why dream it in the first place?
I have a theory about the reason for the dream which I will blog about later, once I've sat on it for a while.
What he said
"Bye-bye Daddy! I love you! Drive carefully! Don't go too fast or you will fall down and break your nose! Don't forget to go potty! Bye!"
PT update
So far, pretty good! Muffin Man made it to the potty every time on Monday at school (and then had an accident at home) and Tuesday he had one accident as he was running to the potty at school. I'm so proud of him!
His teachers are praising him and hugging him and rewarding him with gummy bears (we provided them). And we are doing the same at home.
I'm going to incorporate many of your suggestions for our weekends, but also want to stay consistent with what they do at school (since they can't let the kids run around with no pants on...)
Which reminds me that I need to buy him more keds (they're machine-washable).
His teachers are praising him and hugging him and rewarding him with gummy bears (we provided them). And we are doing the same at home.
I'm going to incorporate many of your suggestions for our weekends, but also want to stay consistent with what they do at school (since they can't let the kids run around with no pants on...)
Which reminds me that I need to buy him more keds (they're machine-washable).
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Another Fun Day: Good News and Bad News
Another fun day today, we woke up early and cuddled. Played, ate soft-boiled eggs, watched a highly edited (by Muffin Man) version of Beauty and the Beast. Then we went out to That's Amore for brunch, MM behaved beautifully and was rewarded with a new book and 5 matchbox cars from the Toys-R-Us next door.
We played with the cars and MM took a nap. Had ice cream sandwiches for after-nap snack, played with the cars some more and went to Mr. Spock's sister's house for dinner. Came home, MM took a bath (and was very cooperative about it which was a novelty) and then Mr. Spock came home and tucked MM into bed.
So, what's the good news and the bad news?
Bad news: MM had not one, not two, but THREE poops in his underwear today and three wet accidents. I've done 7 loads of laundry today.
Good news: The very last pee of the day went partly on the floor and partly in the potty. AND HE STOOD UP to pee. Pulled down his underpants just a tad and everything. Rewarded with lots of praise and three gummy bears.
Excellent day over all.
We played with the cars and MM took a nap. Had ice cream sandwiches for after-nap snack, played with the cars some more and went to Mr. Spock's sister's house for dinner. Came home, MM took a bath (and was very cooperative about it which was a novelty) and then Mr. Spock came home and tucked MM into bed.
So, what's the good news and the bad news?
Bad news: MM had not one, not two, but THREE poops in his underwear today and three wet accidents. I've done 7 loads of laundry today.
Good news: The very last pee of the day went partly on the floor and partly in the potty. AND HE STOOD UP to pee. Pulled down his underpants just a tad and everything. Rewarded with lots of praise and three gummy bears.
Excellent day over all.
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