The Poop Chronicles continued....

I swear.......this potty training thing is NEVER going to happen ya'll. Nah I shouldn't say that, the pee part is happening. Example: as we were leaving daycare Ry says "I gotta go potty!" I tried to brush it off and tell him to wait, but he was having nothing of it. So he went. And actually did good! He must've been holding it cause he pee'd for like 15 seconds (compared to his normal pee for 1/100000000000th of a second and be done). So I ate my foot and he got a sticker from his daycare teacher. However, at dinner he stood up from the table and gave that look. Any momma who has ever had to potty train a kid knows that look. He was totally pooping. So I jump up from the table and we run into the potty....and he sits there. And bobs his head. I tell him to git-r-done, demonstrate the "pushing" face in hopes that he will push (nope...he just growled a little), do a little potty dance......all of which he finds amusing. None of which actually help our cause. After like 10 years 5 minutes, he finally he hops off and says he's done. No poop.
But I know this kid. In 5 minutes the aroma of poop will fill the house. AFTER he gets off the potty. But I was hungry and so was he so I let him off the potty and off we went to finish dinner.
He proved me wrong. There was no poop aroma after 5 minutes.....It took 15.
Dang potty training.

And more

I think I might start naming these posts the Poop Chronicles. I had to share this little gem. Last night, Ry was REALLY wanting to go pee on the bushes. I'm not sure where he learned this from, but I kiboshed it on the patio and told him he had to go in the actual potty. So that brings us to an hour later. I could totally tell he was stinky (ugh) but we were going to take baths and such within the hour so I just let him be stinky. I know...bad parenting, but pull ups are expensive and I didn't want to use 3 in one night and it drives me CRAZY and I think its gross to put the same pull up on after a tubby, even if it's dry. Don't judge. :)
Anyway.
I'm lounging out, the boys are outside playing, and I hear "Ryder is peeing in the bushes!" I'm thinking "Ah dang please let this not be true, since he was also stinky."
And then Ry comes running in...shorts to his ankles, one side of his pull up completely off his body, the other side twirling around his ankle...and yep. Poop EVERYWHERE. 
No need to say that a shower was in store for that one. Yup, he bypassed the fun tubby and got sprayed off instead.
I really hope that this potty training thing happens soon.

Messes, Gross bodily fluids...and thoughts on the matter

For the last like, year, I've been trying to potty train Ry while not pressuring him and scaring him off from the whole process. However my dear, sweet Nate made sure to let him know that there is a potty monster in the potty just waiting for him to eat him up or attach him or something. I'm still not sure what he all said...but I'm happy daycare caught on. And that explains why Ry has been refusing to go potty. Anyway...so in the mornings and on the weekends I've been letting him be a nudist in hopes that he can potty train. Because no kid would even dream of peeing (or pooping for that matter) on the floor. Right? RIGHT?!

Wrong.

Saturday Ry pulled off his pullup in the morning and was free birding it. Which I was fine with. Until I stepped out of my bed and my foot landed on a damp pair of shorts. Odd I thought. But I still wasn't very coherent so I did my morning whatevers and when I walked back into my room...it smelled like pee. The little bugger had peed on my floor! Then, he dragged me into the potty to show me he had pooped in the potty (Yay! I can forgive the pee incident for that).
So I go downstairs and we are eating breakfast in front of the TV and I smell something funky. Ry had pooped again...however....it was now all over the floor and on the couch. But it was not enough to make me think that was the only place it could've landed. Then I hear "Ry pooped!" from the bathroom and low and behold....the kid had pooped on a pair of my pants in the bathroom. Not in the potty...on the floor. On a pair of my pants. My work pants. (dunno what it is about him finding my clothes to potty on, but do you see the trend?) So I clean that up and while walking through the kitchen step in a little puddle. A little yellow puddle.
And a couple hours later....as I go to sit on the couch....The crack between two of the cushions is wet. And guess what it smells like?
Yup. I tore apart my couch and washed the covers in hopes that I wouldn't destroy my couch or shrink the covers. It didn't. And now my couch looks a BILLION times better and smells like lavender :)

Lesson learned? Yes. No more nudists allowed in my house. Pullups are going to be a requirement from now on. And I PRAY that he will figure this potty thing out soon. I'm tired of dishing out millions of dollars for 10 pull ups.

Big Girl...Your Beautiful!

Heres the dish on our family as of late.

I am STILL trying to potty train Ry. He hates it at preschool...hates it at home....hates it everywhere. Except for Sunday when we put Cheerios in the potty and I let him try to aim and shoot. It didn't work. Nothing came out. But it did make him want to go potty. We spent a good part of the morning just sitting on the potty chatting. Maybe this means we are getting closer?

I've had an ongoing sore throat turned into swollen gland thing since starting to run outside. Maybe there isn't a relation...but I don't think it was just a coincidence. Anyway...mom gave me some essential oils to help it feel better. Well its not getting worse, but I still can't swallow without wincing. I swear...I better get well soon.

I was finally able to go shopping yesterday and stock up on some good food. So the week of fantastic eating and exercising...commences. I passed up a donut at lunch, a sweet treat at work and as much as I wanted to chow and munch last night...I didn't. I think I'm making progress...or at least getting back to my awesomeness of the first week. I REALLY need to get back on track with my weight loss. Disneyland isn't going to wait for me to lose the chub!

I just saw a video Big Girl (You are beautiful) that cracks me up. Seriously. The guy is singing about how big girls are beautiful too. It made me feel kinda happy inside. Then I read down some of the comments and the happy feeling went away. Boy are people judgemental. I agree...its not all together healthy to be overweight (or obese) and thats the reason I'm trying to lose (well we can't ignore the fact that I want to look better too). But girls ARE beautiful at any size. And I wish guys (no offense to the ones who are NOT like this) would get a grip and look past the size 2 waist and the super model physique. I guess my point of this whole rant...is that I should feel beautiful how I am but I really can't wait until I stop being "you have a beautiful face" and start being "you are beatiful". I know...its vain of me...but it is what it is.