My son was so proud of himself when he learned how to potty train that one day, when he needed to go, while in the middle of a busy parking lot, Read the rest of this entry
Most parents offer their children a piece of candy or a small gift when potty training. Not me. I said, “What do you want, kid? A Cadillac? A trip to Hawaii? I’ll give you anything if you use the potty. Just name it.” Finally we settled on Read the rest of this entry
My three-year-old son is obsessed with Spiderman. His favorite villain to battle while donning his costume is the Green Goblin. He pretends to be dodging pumpkin bombs, which is the weapon most commonly used by the Green Goblin.
A few days after Halloween, he wet his pants. I took them off and was cleaning up the floor when he yelled from the dining room, Read the rest of this entry
When we were trying to potty train our third, he was having a hard time with number two on the potty. He would actually hold it in until he was constipated, unless I would put a diaper on him and let him do his thing.
We weren’t sure what we were going to do about this until one summer day he comes in the house all proud and tells me he just pooped. Read the rest of this entry