potty training

Tuesday – Poop Day

Published November 23, 2010 | By Ally

I was awakened very early this morning by a naked little Chase-face informing me. “I wanna put my jammies on.”

He had his jammies rolled in a ball in his arms, as well as his undies. Suddenly I was wide awake. “Why are you naked buddy? Why did you take them off?”

“I pooped” he replied.

I eyed the pile of clothes on my bed with horror. Could it be? Was there a pile of crap filled pajamas on my haven of sleep?

“Where did you poop? Did you have an accident?”

“NOOOOO Mommy! I pooped in the potty downstairs!”

I relaxed a little and Chase climbed up on my bed, tucking his legs under his bare booty. My heart sung with pride that my three year old GOT UP AND POOPED all by himself. I told him what a good big boy he was and that he could watch some extra Dora today. His smile went ear to ear and his chest puffed out with pride.

Then he hopped off my bed and I looked down to see a poop smear on my too many to count count sheets.

“CHASE! YOU NEED TO WIPE!”

Gah. Can I go back to bed now?

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What to blog…what to blog

Published June 9, 2010 | By Ally

I am seriously running on empty over here. Class is killing me. Work is kicking my ass. The boys are all over the place and the kitten has made it so I can’t walk across the room without little razor sharp claws attacking my ankles. I was going to do a little list of things that are bothering me (see above) but I decided to do some things that are making me happy instead. Cause, you know. I am all about rainbows and unicorns and shit. Or not.

I like my job. No really. I do. It has it’s moments and holy hell there is drama and bullshit everywhere. However, I work with 90% women…there is no way around the drama. I am thankful every day to have that job and to be able to help support my family and provide insurance for them. It is so important for me to be able to do that for them.

I leave for vacation at the beach in 23 days. A week of fun in the sun with Jim and the boys. We go every year with his family and it is always so much fun. The boys get to see Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop every day for a week and there is nothing better than that in their world. I can’t wait to relax and to especially spend some much needed time with Jim.

In 21 days my class will be over. I will be done working this wack ass schedule to accommodate my class. I will be done with my entrance exam for the clinical portion of the nursing program. At this point I don’t even care if I get in for the year I am applying for…I just want the application process to be over. I will then be off for 6 weeks before the hell of fall classes start.

In 54 days I will head down the Philadelphia International Airport and tackle Jenn when she gets off the plane. I am SO.EXCITED to have her here. Then in 55 days we will head to NYC for BlogHer, even though we will be a couple days early. The idea of a couple days and nights that I can be myself, and not have to change diapers and fill cups is amazing.

Chase is potty training. Like for realz this time. I think. Or maybe he will wake up tomorrow and decide he wants nothing to do with it like he did a month or so ago. But we are on day two going strong! He uses his little potty all by himself without me reminding him at all. However…he has to be naked. He refuses to pull his pants down to go. I’m not sure how to get over this hurdle but we will figure it out I guess!!

So yeah. I’m tired and worn out and the circles under my eyes have their own time zones…but there are some really good things on the horizon!