Potty Training

We have started potty training this week. So far not too many accidents. Her accidents are getting closer and closer to the bathroom. First she realized that she had to go and dribbled all the way to the bathroom. And a couple of times she has made to the bathroom but as she is climbing on the step stool to get on the toilet she pees on the stool right before she gets it in the toilet. I have found that Myra can hold in her pee for a really long time. And if she doesn't have to go she won't try. But when she has to go she runs as fast as she can to the bathroom. I think I'm making some headway here. Thanks to some advice from my sister in law Jess I was able to convince Myra that poo and pee go in the potty. I think she has now realized that I am right ;) and its just a matter of getting to the toilet in time.

It has been an adventure and hopefully I can keep staying positive and true to my word.

Museum of the Rockies

Lot's has happened this last week. Things have been busy. First I have been doing a lot of sewing projects. I was able to sew Myra a shirt, Kandie a dress, and I sewed some hole in Mason's pockets for his insulin pump. I think that one was actually the hardest. But all in all they all turned out okay. This is the shirt I made Myra.
We went to the Rockies Museum to see the frog exhibits. Myra was stoked to see some frogs. She called it the froggy house. Also in the museum was a play area of Yellowstone park. Myra was scared of the Geyser when it went up.
Also Mason and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary. Its hard to believe that we have been together that long. They have been so fun together and I have enjoyed every day. Mason came home with some flowers which made my day. For dinner we went to the park and had a picnic. I had made chicken wraps so they were easy to finger foods. That way we could let Myra run and play and get some time to talk just with each other since Kandie does extremely well sitting in her car seat and being quiet. It was a fun day.
And again Myra has some cute things she has been saying lately:

Me: Myra are those cool toys
Myra: No...they are HOT!!!
"oh no mommy don do dat"
She likes to sing songs now:
Happy Birthday to you...Happy birthday to you...Kandie happy birthday...
Go diego go diego go diego
evwybody evwybody be a cat...la la la...
Her prayers are getting cuter every day. We finally got a recording of it so I will post that sometime.

Everywhere else but where I would like it...

I use Myra as a patient to test for diabetes at a diabetes research center. Good start huh? They mailed me a package to get a blood sample from Myra. It has been sitting on the shelf for a couple of weeks so I decided to take it down so I could see it and when I am in the mood to make her cry I will get the sample. In this package is a kit on how to take a blood sample, a needle thing that you push so it will poke your finger, a numbing thing, some band-aides, and a tube to put the sample in. Well Myra found them. There were 2 needle things because you can only set it off once...so Myra set off one but somehow didn't poke her finger. She thought it was cool and played with the broken one for a while.

Explanation for why she thinks this is cool: Whenever Mason pokes his finger to test his blood sugars Myra is usually right there beside him because she wants her fingers poked too. Mason pretends to poke her finger and then pokes his.

Okay back to the story...well she found the other poker, grabbed that and actually poked herself. I heard her crying from a different room and when I came in she was wiping her bloody finger on the table trying to get the blood off. Now I figured that since she poked it, all I had to do now was put some blood in the little tube and have it be over with. So I tried...I first put Kandie down in her bumbo seat in front of the crime scene and tended to Myra. Because she had wiped her finger so many times on the table I couldn't see where she actually poked herself so I am squeezing her finger to get some more blood out and she is screaming and because she is screaming Kandie starts to cry as well. I figured it was about time for me to cry too since everyone else was right? Now this was at 6:00 in the morning when she did this just to give you a idea of what I am feeling at this moment. I couldn't get any blood in the tube. You would think this would be easy but it wasn't. It was as if the tube had been bathed in oil because nothing was going in that tube. It would just run down the sides and on top of that try holding a screaming 2 year old, a tube and a finger. They just don't blend well together...So I just gave up and put a band-aide on it.

In the end my house looked like a murder scene. In all the panic we happened to get blood all over the walls, the table, up my arms, on both our clothes, and somehow on the bumbo seat...everywhere else but the tube...

A couple of Myra stories

Here is a little update of Kandie and how big she is getting. I have been saying she is 3 1/2 months but realized that it is actually almost September which means she is almost 5 months. Wow how time goes by...

I went out to change the laundry. Myra was sitting in her chair and when I came back this is what I saw...

Every time I want to leave the house Myra has to grab as many toys as her arms can carry. So this is her getting ready to go to her friend Abigail...It was cute at first. But after a while she started getting smarter. She is now trying to make me carry a bunch of toys too!!!

Myra has a couple of cute little things she has been saying lately:
"Wow...Cute pants Kandie"
"Okay okay I'm commin" she says this when I am asking her to come hold my hand as we cross the street or when I use my serious voice
"don't touch tv...I beat you" I hope you can guess where she learned this one...
"mmmm...I don' know"
"Ohhhh Mannn" from Dora the Explora (Swiper)

She also says the prayer now it goes something like this:
"Heavenly Father...Food...daddy work, mommy work, Kandie work, mumbling...good girl...mumbling...AMEN"

Myra found the Scissors

Before and after. Her beautiful hair before she found the scissors and after. I knew this was going to happen sooner than later. Everyday she would look at me and say, "I wanta hair cut like mommy and daddy" so eventually she found them today. She decided it needed to be short. I guess she didn't want me putting it up in braids anymore. I am kinda regretting trying to fix it because I think it looks worse now. I found out it is hard to cut a two year old's hair while she is jerking and moving her head all over the place.

Parenting

So I have been having a hard couple of weeks with Myra. Most of it is me I know but I like to blame it on someone else. Here is what a typical day is for Myra:

* drawing on the couch with a pen
* touching the projector
* getting into my makeup and worst of all my eyeliner
* bringing juice into the living room and spilling it(not to mention that it is cranberry apple juice...so a stain is involved)
* getting into the kitchen cupboards and dragging everything out
* not holding my hand while crossing the street
* getting chairs and other objects and stacking them until she is able to reach things that she is not supposed to get into
* laying on top of Kandie
* getting into things while I am feeding Kandie because I can't get to her fast enough
*getting on the computer and pushing buttons making our computer download things that make it slower
*getting into the wet wipes


And the one that I wish would be over with already

NOT POOPING ON THE POTTY AND MAKING ME CHANGE HER STINKY DIAPERS...

I have been reading a book on disciplining your toddlers and younger children and it is funny how most the anger and frustration is from the parent. First the parent talks to their child. Next tries to persuade them to do what they want. Then they argue and yell until they eventually hit their child out of frustration. They call it the talk-persuade-argue-hit syndrome. The toddler is just testing grounds to see what they can get away with.

How come parenting is so hard!!! Some days' (like today) I wish that they came with a manual. 'When a child does not listen or throws a tantrum, unscrew the back and pull out the batteries'. Oh how I wish that were true.

To control myself I find that I have to sit down and read that book until I realize that I need to teach them that I am the boss. And not by throwing fits. She learns those fits from me probably.

Now the potty training thing...boy how I do I start. She was so anxious to sit on the potty when we first got it that I pushed her too far and now she's not interested at all. The only reason she sits on it is because she used to get cookies. I have changed the rules though. She gets a sticker for trying and a cookie when she actually poops on the potty. But she hasn't gotten that yet. She looks at me, "mommy I want a cookie"...then she remembers that when she poops on the potty she get one, so she takes off to the bathroom, pulls down her pants, sits on the potty and say, "cookie mommy cookie mommy". And I know that is the only reason why she sits on it. When she finds out that she doesn't get the cookie she's done. It makes it so that I don't want to take her to the potty because I know that she won't go.

Oh the treasures of potty training...Can I switch places with her one day so I can be the one to drive her crazy...

The white stuff

I caught Myra with the oreos. She ate all of the white stuff out of the middle of the cookies and left the chocolate part. I just thought of this song...

What is my kid turning into???