While I was potty training Hannah and she had peed, once again, on the floor, I gave her yet another lecture. I was asking rhetorical questions while Abby answered them in an authoritative voice.
"Are you supposed to pee-pee in your pants?"
"No!" Abby said.
"Where are you supposed to go potty?"
"In the potty!"
"Does Daddy pee his pants?"
"No!"
"Does Abby make pee-pee in her pants?"
"No!"
"Does Mommy pee her pants?"
Pause.
"Sometimes you do, Mommy." Abby said.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Nap Time Take Two
Hannah has a new nap time routine. On the day that this photo was taken, she had unplugged and dismembered her humidifier, unplugged and disassembled the nightlight, unscrewed her water cup and poured it on her bed, found an old juice cup and poured that on her bed, and then decided to tackle the dresser top. This photo is not staged. She was so involved in her adventure, she didn't hear me come in. I ran off to get the camera and after I had taken the picture, she turned slowly to me. "Mom," she said, "I'm stuck."
Frosty
Abby the Artist
Potty Training Round One
Event: Potty Training
Round: One
Duration: Two Weeks
Losers: Toilet, Shoes, Socks, Pants, Floor, MOMMY
Winner by a Mile: Hannah Rae
Special Awards Rewarded:
For sitting on the potty with a full bladder for 45 minutes without peeing and then letting lose on the carpet 30 seconds later.
For absolutely refusing at any point during the two week duration to pee on the potty.
Congratulations, Hannah, you win. This time.
Round: One
Duration: Two Weeks
Losers: Toilet, Shoes, Socks, Pants, Floor, MOMMY
Winner by a Mile: Hannah Rae
Special Awards Rewarded:
For sitting on the potty with a full bladder for 45 minutes without peeing and then letting lose on the carpet 30 seconds later.
For absolutely refusing at any point during the two week duration to pee on the potty.
Congratulations, Hannah, you win. This time.
Daddy
During Hannah's nap time, Abby goes in our room to watch a movie. This is to make sure that I get my quiet time. I know she goofs around in there and I really don't care. I figure an hour of quiet time is worth cleaning up most any mess. On this particular day, she decided to dress up as Daddy. The girls both adore their Daddy. Is it any wonder why? He doubles as a playground! How convenient.
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