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
Years ago, I was at the laundromat with my newly potty trained grandson. At one point he informed me that he needed to go to the bathroom. I took him, helped with his clothes, etc. and then decided I needed to go, too.
When I was finished, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, Read the rest of this entry
Whenever a guest comes to our house, our four-year-old always wants to show that person something. Usually, it’s “Come see my room!” or “Come look at the tree painted on the wall.” Read the rest of this entry
When I was a newly potty trained toddler, my parents had the misfortune of hosting a dinner party. When I, in my nicest dress and on my best behavior, of course, was introduced to the guests, I said to them, “Guess what? I go poopoo and peepee on the potty now.” I’m sure they were delighted to know it.
Then, as if that weren’t enough information, Read the rest of this entry
At the time when my oldest daughter was potty training, I was watching my friend’s little boy regularly. He was about the same age as my daughter, so my friend asked if I could help potty train him, as well. Often being in the bathroom at the same time, my daughter noticed the difference between her pee place and the boy’s. Since she asked, I told her the proper terminology.
Days later, in line at the grocery store, I learned just how much my daughter had gleaned from my potty training lessons with the boy. Read the rest of this entry
Motherhood and Martial Arts 