- I had a minor freak out this morning when Erik swallowed a piece of fabric. At first I didn’t care, but then I started thinking about a recent show I saw dealing with fabric dyes and how you should never, never, never, never use dyeing utensils for food. Then I remembered a woman in one of my quilting groups that said she would never use spray starch on a quilt she is giving to a baby. I wouldn’t give a baby a freshly starched quilt either, but I always wash my quilts before they get used. I live in fear that they’ll fall apart as soon as they hit the water. And then I remembered a news report about a toddler who swallowed some little magnets and died. Thus the little freak out. I was going to call his doctor when the office opened, but then I gave in to my bad mother instincts and decided I’d only get excited if he started acting funny. I am not even totally positive he swallowed it, but if he didn’t I don’t know what happened to it. So far he hasn’t died or acted strange. This mothering business is nerve wracking.
- The weather is finally a little nicer so hopefully we can go do something exciting tomorrow! We’re planning a trip out to Mount Vernon, the home of George Washington, tomorrow if it’s not rainy and windy. We need to get out of the house in a major way.
- I’m a little bit scared that my computer has a virus. The sound card has suddenly stopped working, the wireless network dialogue box looks totally different, and I keep getting a DEP error, which seems to happen when there is something bad going on. I hate dealing with stupid computer stuff.
- The dinner report: BBQ chicken with mesquite marinade, steamed baby carrots, salad and garlic bread with the leftover French bread from yesterday. I hate cleaning but I make up for it with my mad cooking skillz. Really, none of it is hard at all, especially since I always plan my meals and stick all the meat in the freezer with the marinade in ziplock bags. That saves a whole lot of time on cooking day. It was the first time I’ve ever made garlic bread, but my mom suggested it and who am I to deny a woman garlic bread?
- I thought you were supposed to start potty training at 2 years, but the doctor said it was time to get a potty seat and try to get Erik to sit on it. I got the seat and some training pants. I don’t see how you can potty train a kid who doesn’t talk, but we can get him used to the seat, I guess. He sat on it a couple of times today, but his main joy came from stuffing his new dolly in the pee hole. My mom bought him a doll, which is so silly since he had ten million toys and doesn’t like stuffed animals at all, but oh well. I guess he’s got to have something to stuff down his toilet.
- Very good news! My sister quit her job! My should have disappeared months ago. The dear girl finally realized that leaving your kids with a drunk invalid isn’t appropriate. It’s a huge relief because my dad doesn’t watch them at all. The situation was hitting a boiling point even if children’s services didn’t give a shit. I just hope she actually stays home with them and pays attention to them instead of running all over town doing favors for people who have families that should be doing the favors. I can’t stand that she thinks she’s a good person because she does things for random scumballs, but she can’t spend more than ten minutes with her kids.
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April 20th, 2007 at 2:57 pm
I work in a daycare in the toddler rooms, and we start potty training between 14 and 18 months. One of the best tips I can offer in terms of getting the ball rolling is that we always put them on the potty as soon as they wake up from nap. That way, they have some success with going on the potty and they see the point of sitting there while someone claps and sings and looks at them with hope in their eyes. haha :)
Also, I always ask them if they want to sit onthe potty. As long as they don’t walk away, or in some way indicate a “no way!” response, I put them on, but only for about a minute at a time, or less if they try to get off. No sense in forcing the issue, eh?
Anyway, all that is not to convince you that now is the time to potty train your son – I always say that the moms know best, but since it’s become almost an area of specialty for me, I thought I’d give you my tips for when you and he are ready. Good luck!