Dear me. So tired. But pretty much, we made major headway over these three days. Kenna held her pee all morning and then peed on me while I was trying to catch a quick nap on the floor (What? I know. I know.) Then I think she was fine for a few trips to the potty, and then she pooped her panties at naps. Poor thing has been begging for a diaper to poop in. And familiarity of that crib did her in. Panties in the trash. So poop is still an issue since that is the only time she went for the whole 3 days. (I didn't give her extra fiber, which I was supposed to do because I didn't have time to head to a store and because I am lazy.)
Then after nap time, Kenna spend the afternoon with her baby sitter, and she had NO accidents. Just ran in there whenever she had to go. No big deal. What? She even called for me from her crib after bed time (with a pull up on) and she made it to the bathroom without getting the pull up wet. Wow. She rocks. So, now we'll have to deal with the big potty and having to go potty out and about. A little nervous because I know she will just hold it, and that makes we so sad for her.
So, I guess that is the end of that for now, friend.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
3 Day Potty Training: Day 2
I guess you could say that we are half way done. AMEN!! How did I ever do this pregnant? I was probably too tired being pregnant that I didn't notice that added tiredness. Not a bad idea to do it when you are already miserable and a little maternal.
So I was up several times in the night. I changed her panties and bedding a few times, and then I got sick to my stomach (unrelated) and could not bare to get any less sleep. I went down and put a pull up on her. THIS IS TOTALLY NOT ALLOWED IN THE THREE DAY METHOD. But I had a few reasons. Mostly it was because I was sick and second it was because she never got on board yesterday. She does not want to use the potty. She totally can, but she does not want to. She was calling for me in the night saying she needed to go potty, but she did not need to or had no intention of actually doing it. I couldn't handle it. Plus since Quinn is still in pull ups, I have not inspiration for believing night time potty training is ever even possible. My faith is weak.
So, she woke up at 7:30 with a fairly dry pull up. I pumped her with fluids and breakfast, and she held it until 10:22 a.m. She played with the potty a little before that but was not serious. Then she asked for me to change her bum (put on a diaper) and then I took her to the potty. Basically she sat on it and peed with a teenage-face like, "Fine, whatever ... crazy." I praised her, and she enjoyed the praise for today than yesterday. I gave her a candy stick with a Raggedy Andy finger puppet on it. She ate the candy outside. Played, rode bikes, ate salad and then decided she wanted to pee at the same time as me. So she sat and I sat (because I always have to go). I went and finished, and then she was still sitting. Then she said I should sit again, and I said no because I was done. She gave me a strange look, and she peed in the potty. I took my cue and sent her to bed for a nap so I would have a few minutes on the couch before work. Nice.
Baby is asleep. Quinn and daddy are almost home from the cabin, and Kenna is playing in her bed in the same panties we put on when she woke up. I have never been this tired in my life, and I will be avoiding milk and cookies for a very long time since they were most likely the root of my very ill night.
7:05 p.m.
I might die. The rest of the day went pretty well in terms of potty training. During her nap Kenna yelled, "mommy, the pee-pees coming!!" I ran and got her, and she totally peed in the potty. Dry panties and everything. I put her back in her bed and then later went and got her up early since she was not sleeping. Really cool success, I thought. Then after naps she held her pee for several hours. At 3:40, I had sort of lost steam and thought maybe she was trained and ready. Then she peed on me and the carpet while playing with my phone. An hour later she mentioned diapers and I took her to the potty. She pee-peed!! Yay! Then she went pee at least one more time before bed. I made it a new rule in our house that you have to pee before I turn on the last show of the night. Quinn needs this too.
Of course, at about this point I start yelling at everyone. Quinn was in a really mean mood today, and I just could not take it. So much whining and crying. Then I asked her nicely to go out of the bathroom while Kenna tried to poop, and she of course came in and started screaming and crying ... no poop. I was so angry. I started yelling and threatening an early bed time. I really do not like it when I lose my cool, but I can only be treated like crap so long before I just lose it. But I got Kenna down for bed -- in a pullup -- pretty early so Quinn and I should have some time to talk about it. And on a happy note: Lizza is about the sweetest baby on earth. No complaints. A little guilt. But no complaints. Such a sweetie. Slept like a rock start this afternoon when there was a lot going on and gives me the prettiest smiles like I am the queen of the world. Love it!
Poor Kenna is dying to get out of the house. She loves a store just like I do. Keeps asking if we can go in the car and go to the store. I feel you, sister. Me too.
So I was up several times in the night. I changed her panties and bedding a few times, and then I got sick to my stomach (unrelated) and could not bare to get any less sleep. I went down and put a pull up on her. THIS IS TOTALLY NOT ALLOWED IN THE THREE DAY METHOD. But I had a few reasons. Mostly it was because I was sick and second it was because she never got on board yesterday. She does not want to use the potty. She totally can, but she does not want to. She was calling for me in the night saying she needed to go potty, but she did not need to or had no intention of actually doing it. I couldn't handle it. Plus since Quinn is still in pull ups, I have not inspiration for believing night time potty training is ever even possible. My faith is weak.
So, she woke up at 7:30 with a fairly dry pull up. I pumped her with fluids and breakfast, and she held it until 10:22 a.m. She played with the potty a little before that but was not serious. Then she asked for me to change her bum (put on a diaper) and then I took her to the potty. Basically she sat on it and peed with a teenage-face like, "Fine, whatever ... crazy." I praised her, and she enjoyed the praise for today than yesterday. I gave her a candy stick with a Raggedy Andy finger puppet on it. She ate the candy outside. Played, rode bikes, ate salad and then decided she wanted to pee at the same time as me. So she sat and I sat (because I always have to go). I went and finished, and then she was still sitting. Then she said I should sit again, and I said no because I was done. She gave me a strange look, and she peed in the potty. I took my cue and sent her to bed for a nap so I would have a few minutes on the couch before work. Nice.
Baby is asleep. Quinn and daddy are almost home from the cabin, and Kenna is playing in her bed in the same panties we put on when she woke up. I have never been this tired in my life, and I will be avoiding milk and cookies for a very long time since they were most likely the root of my very ill night.
7:05 p.m.
I might die. The rest of the day went pretty well in terms of potty training. During her nap Kenna yelled, "mommy, the pee-pees coming!!" I ran and got her, and she totally peed in the potty. Dry panties and everything. I put her back in her bed and then later went and got her up early since she was not sleeping. Really cool success, I thought. Then after naps she held her pee for several hours. At 3:40, I had sort of lost steam and thought maybe she was trained and ready. Then she peed on me and the carpet while playing with my phone. An hour later she mentioned diapers and I took her to the potty. She pee-peed!! Yay! Then she went pee at least one more time before bed. I made it a new rule in our house that you have to pee before I turn on the last show of the night. Quinn needs this too.
Of course, at about this point I start yelling at everyone. Quinn was in a really mean mood today, and I just could not take it. So much whining and crying. Then I asked her nicely to go out of the bathroom while Kenna tried to poop, and she of course came in and started screaming and crying ... no poop. I was so angry. I started yelling and threatening an early bed time. I really do not like it when I lose my cool, but I can only be treated like crap so long before I just lose it. But I got Kenna down for bed -- in a pullup -- pretty early so Quinn and I should have some time to talk about it. And on a happy note: Lizza is about the sweetest baby on earth. No complaints. A little guilt. But no complaints. Such a sweetie. Slept like a rock start this afternoon when there was a lot going on and gives me the prettiest smiles like I am the queen of the world. Love it!
Poor Kenna is dying to get out of the house. She loves a store just like I do. Keeps asking if we can go in the car and go to the store. I feel you, sister. Me too.
Monday, September 12, 2011
3 day Potty Training: Day 1
When Quinn was 2 years and 3 months old, I was 8 months pregnant and needing something to do on maternity leave. Why under do what you can over do, so I started Potty Training. I used the 3 day method from Lora Jensen in Lehi at 3DayPottyTraining.com. I really loved elements of this program, and Quinn and I had a really great experience. The method revolves around spending 3 solid days at arms length from your little one, and I loved what it taught me about my daughter.
So, here we go: round 2. Kenna has been taking off her diapers ALL the time and causing all kinds of crazy messes. So, it's time. Tim took Quinn to the cabin this morning for about 40 hours so I can have the first day and a half with Kenna mostly to myself. I was really excited to spend this time with Kenna ... until about 10 minutes in ... :) Not as in it to win it as I thought. So sue me. But I'm doing it.
Tim and Quinn left at around 9 a.m., and with 3 or 4 full sippy cups of juice and milk in her, it still took Kenna until 10:30 to go pee. Plants were practically growing under Quinn with 10 minutes when she did this. I had only had to come up with 1 activity in which I could watch her dry leggies because the action began and the training started. But with Kenna this took a lot of coloring, dancing, singing, making cup cakes, mixing juice, doing make up and painting nails. I was pooped before the pee-pee even made an entrance/exit. But the very first time she peed in her panties, she yelled, "oh, no, the pee-pee's coming," which is a pretty good sign that she knows how to do this. But she didn't get any in the potty, and she looked totally distraught and also quite ready for a fight -- against me. :)
Next time (10 mins) she got a little in the potty and was not interested in celebrating, and then 10 minutes later she finally told me she had to pee-pee and made it to the potty. Then she started getting really mad, asking for her diapers, and then peeing all over the house because she does not want to go in the potty even when she knows it is time. I kind of remember this with Quinn too. Kenna started sort of hiding around corners or walking on to the carpet, but then she pees, cries, and asks for a diaper. Part of this method is to throw out the diapers right after she put on her first panties. So, I just nicely tell her that the diapers are all gone because she doesn't need them anymore. She was pretty upset for a few accidents (as all the juice kicked in,) but then right before she napped she had an accident that seemed hopeful. She seemed pretty ok with the process. Right now she is singing to her self and doing downward dog in dry panties in her crib. We shall see. I am so sleepy, but I am in it to win it.
Seems like Kenna knows a lot more about the world than Quinn did at 2 years and 3 months. Quinn had huge language development during our 3 days together, but Kenna pretty much has a full vocabulary and can give commands and requests no problem. I don't think Quinn had a lot to say about her diapers when I did this with her, but Kenna seems to understand exactly what it feels like to pee and has decided that she does not want to do it in the potty. Different challenge. Quinn couldn't hold it, and again I declare that Kenna is in this for the win. Her win ... not our win.
One other difference is that I prepped for several days to do this with Quinn and spent about $60 on panties and rewards. Poor Kenna is stuck with some discount candy from the hall closet and a pack of too-big princess panties that we accidentally bought 2 of for Quinn once upon a time.
I am listening to her on the monitor. I wonder that she will say to herself in private if/when she has an accident in her bed.
10:17
Could not take time to write about the rest of the day right when Kenna went to bed because I knew I had a lot of doing nothing to catch up on before bed. Both Kenna and Lizza were down for the night before 7:30, which was a miracle. But basically this is what happen after naps.
Kenna never fell asleep. She talked and played in her bed for at least 90 minutes. Once or twice I walked in there to remind her about her panties and see if she was wet. No Pee. I had the monitor up and on, and I was listening in case she talked about Pee. I wanted to be right down there. Finally she said, "Mommy, pee-pee is coming." I ran down there. it looked like she was moving her panties out of the way. I grabbed her and ran up the stairs. She peed on my, but not much. Nothing in the potty. She was up and happy, and NEVER PEED IN THE POTTY THE REST OF THE DAY. She would just get silly on the potty, but she never went. When she really had to go she would just basically break my heart by talking about how she wants her diapers back. She even once pulled the potty chair out of the bathroom and told me she was giving it back. She would hold it for so long and be in pain, and she she would sort of look at me whimper and then pee with this sad but resigned face. It broke my heart. So, she only peed in the potty one and a half times today. But tonight I read the much more thorough account of this experience with Quinn, and she went through some of this and worse and some how (8 months pregnant) I stayed really positive. Kenna does a lot of pretending she had to go. Runs to the potty. Sits, Stands and then pees on the floor just outside the door. Sounds a lot like Quinn's experience. Not sure what to make of night time. Quinn is still not night time potty trained so it seems crazy to do it with Kenna. But seriously my life flashes before my eyes, and I really do not want two sets of full and completely gross pullups that I have to find every morning because Quinn/ Kenna would rather ride them than walk upstairs to throw them in the garage. Seriously? Worst part of my life.
Tonight after a new false alarms to go pee, I finally told Kenna good night and ignored her cries (which were not pee related). She passed out after like 10 minutes. I went down 2 hours later, and she was wet. I changed the panties, but I did not bring her to the bathroom.
Not sure what my game plan is for tomorrow. At least after reading Quinn's story, I know it is possible, and that I need to keep it up. Today I was feeling like the wicked witch of the west even as I only used nice words all day (except for when she wrote on the walls with chalk after I told her not to ... time out.)
So, here we go: round 2. Kenna has been taking off her diapers ALL the time and causing all kinds of crazy messes. So, it's time. Tim took Quinn to the cabin this morning for about 40 hours so I can have the first day and a half with Kenna mostly to myself. I was really excited to spend this time with Kenna ... until about 10 minutes in ... :) Not as in it to win it as I thought. So sue me. But I'm doing it.
Tim and Quinn left at around 9 a.m., and with 3 or 4 full sippy cups of juice and milk in her, it still took Kenna until 10:30 to go pee. Plants were practically growing under Quinn with 10 minutes when she did this. I had only had to come up with 1 activity in which I could watch her dry leggies because the action began and the training started. But with Kenna this took a lot of coloring, dancing, singing, making cup cakes, mixing juice, doing make up and painting nails. I was pooped before the pee-pee even made an entrance/exit. But the very first time she peed in her panties, she yelled, "oh, no, the pee-pee's coming," which is a pretty good sign that she knows how to do this. But she didn't get any in the potty, and she looked totally distraught and also quite ready for a fight -- against me. :)
Next time (10 mins) she got a little in the potty and was not interested in celebrating, and then 10 minutes later she finally told me she had to pee-pee and made it to the potty. Then she started getting really mad, asking for her diapers, and then peeing all over the house because she does not want to go in the potty even when she knows it is time. I kind of remember this with Quinn too. Kenna started sort of hiding around corners or walking on to the carpet, but then she pees, cries, and asks for a diaper. Part of this method is to throw out the diapers right after she put on her first panties. So, I just nicely tell her that the diapers are all gone because she doesn't need them anymore. She was pretty upset for a few accidents (as all the juice kicked in,) but then right before she napped she had an accident that seemed hopeful. She seemed pretty ok with the process. Right now she is singing to her self and doing downward dog in dry panties in her crib. We shall see. I am so sleepy, but I am in it to win it.
Seems like Kenna knows a lot more about the world than Quinn did at 2 years and 3 months. Quinn had huge language development during our 3 days together, but Kenna pretty much has a full vocabulary and can give commands and requests no problem. I don't think Quinn had a lot to say about her diapers when I did this with her, but Kenna seems to understand exactly what it feels like to pee and has decided that she does not want to do it in the potty. Different challenge. Quinn couldn't hold it, and again I declare that Kenna is in this for the win. Her win ... not our win.
One other difference is that I prepped for several days to do this with Quinn and spent about $60 on panties and rewards. Poor Kenna is stuck with some discount candy from the hall closet and a pack of too-big princess panties that we accidentally bought 2 of for Quinn once upon a time.
I am listening to her on the monitor. I wonder that she will say to herself in private if/when she has an accident in her bed.
10:17
Could not take time to write about the rest of the day right when Kenna went to bed because I knew I had a lot of doing nothing to catch up on before bed. Both Kenna and Lizza were down for the night before 7:30, which was a miracle. But basically this is what happen after naps.
Kenna never fell asleep. She talked and played in her bed for at least 90 minutes. Once or twice I walked in there to remind her about her panties and see if she was wet. No Pee. I had the monitor up and on, and I was listening in case she talked about Pee. I wanted to be right down there. Finally she said, "Mommy, pee-pee is coming." I ran down there. it looked like she was moving her panties out of the way. I grabbed her and ran up the stairs. She peed on my, but not much. Nothing in the potty. She was up and happy, and NEVER PEED IN THE POTTY THE REST OF THE DAY. She would just get silly on the potty, but she never went. When she really had to go she would just basically break my heart by talking about how she wants her diapers back. She even once pulled the potty chair out of the bathroom and told me she was giving it back. She would hold it for so long and be in pain, and she she would sort of look at me whimper and then pee with this sad but resigned face. It broke my heart. So, she only peed in the potty one and a half times today. But tonight I read the much more thorough account of this experience with Quinn, and she went through some of this and worse and some how (8 months pregnant) I stayed really positive. Kenna does a lot of pretending she had to go. Runs to the potty. Sits, Stands and then pees on the floor just outside the door. Sounds a lot like Quinn's experience. Not sure what to make of night time. Quinn is still not night time potty trained so it seems crazy to do it with Kenna. But seriously my life flashes before my eyes, and I really do not want two sets of full and completely gross pullups that I have to find every morning because Quinn/ Kenna would rather ride them than walk upstairs to throw them in the garage. Seriously? Worst part of my life.
Tonight after a new false alarms to go pee, I finally told Kenna good night and ignored her cries (which were not pee related). She passed out after like 10 minutes. I went down 2 hours later, and she was wet. I changed the panties, but I did not bring her to the bathroom.
Not sure what my game plan is for tomorrow. At least after reading Quinn's story, I know it is possible, and that I need to keep it up. Today I was feeling like the wicked witch of the west even as I only used nice words all day (except for when she wrote on the walls with chalk after I told her not to ... time out.)
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
"What's Gonna Work -- Teamwork!" -- The Wonder Pets
Of all the highs and lows of owning a second home/cabin/whatever the -- sort of strange -- high is that my sweet husband -- for some reason -- wakes up with me and sits with me while I feed the baby when we are at the cabin. Really? I know. Strange and adorable, right? But I think it is evidence that the cabin might in deed solve the problem that we saw coming down the pipe, which was that we are both so independent that it was becoming easy to just not need each other. (That on top of all the other problems I have like not truly understanding the meaning of life, not really loving (or not hating) to be outside, and organizing my days to give me more breaks from the little children that I profess to love so dearly.)
But now I find myself with an audience at 2 a.m., and I just might decide I like it better that way. As much as I like my space, when we get back from the cabin I miss everyone ... and especially my man. And on top of that, my shows seems less important, and the laundry doesn't seem so vast. But spiders do go back to being freaky ... and dead.
That's enough typing: Is Tim home yet?
But now I find myself with an audience at 2 a.m., and I just might decide I like it better that way. As much as I like my space, when we get back from the cabin I miss everyone ... and especially my man. And on top of that, my shows seems less important, and the laundry doesn't seem so vast. But spiders do go back to being freaky ... and dead.
That's enough typing: Is Tim home yet?
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