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two little tomatoes

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two little tomatoes

Summertime is our favorite time of year with all the fresh garden veggies, watermelon, blueberries, grapes,….you get the picture! My husband and I endearingly call the sweet fruits “nature’s candy” because truly they taste just like dessert! We, my hubs and I, enjoy salads tossed with grilled chicken, cucumbers, tomatoes and sprinkled with some feta cheese. Sometimes we’ll add fresh corn, black beans and salsa to our concoction to mix things up a bit. Ooooooh! I can just taste it now, the yummy-ness!

 

Now, our not quite five-year-old doesn’t share our love for all things salad. I’ll typically offer him an alternative to the lettuce: lunch meat with veggies on the side. He detests the “uhmatoes,” as he calls them. “Mommy, are we going to have “uhmatoes” for supper tonight?” It’s always a battle at the dinner table getting him to eat the two little token tomatoes I’ve put on his plate; two grape-sized tomatoes, I might add. He squeals and moans and proclaims over and over, “I just don’t like “uhmatoes”!

 

As recent as last night, he had a couple tomatoes on his plate. I was ready for his fight; I’d been schooling him how important vegetables are to our diet. Time and again I’ve reminded him of Popeye eating his spinach, making him strong (he loves Popeye). However, no matter my efforts, it doesn’t amount to a hill of beans when it comes to him eating his veggies. It’s okay though, developing his palette along the way will eventually pay off, at least I hope so! At any rate, his Daddy instructed him to eat his supper, including the two tomatoes, if he wanted to go outside to play. He was also told he had to let Mommy see him actually eat the “uhmatoes” for it to count.

 

As soon as Daddy left the scene, my son gets the bright idea to let me know of his desperate need to go potty because he just couldn’t hold it another minute. Acutely aware of his shenanigans, I allowed him to go, knowing that he’d return proudly proclaiming he’d eaten the detestable vegetable. As I suspected, he dashed back to the table yelling that he’d eaten them. I quickly reminded him that I never saw this act take place. He had no time for me; he was out the door and in the backyard before I knew it.

 

Now the last time he pulled this kind of prank, my husband discovered the “celly,” more commonly called ‘celery,’ that he also has a distaste for, hiding in the bathroom trashcan. So I made my way to the bathroom where he’d just been, checked the trashcan and…. nothing. I lifted the lid to the potty and… nothing. I knew he’d hid the prized red berry somewhere but decided to put the issue to bed for the night, I had dishes to do and a kitchen to clean up. Some hours passed and a new day had dawned when I directed him to the potty first thing. What did I find? To my amazement, two little red tomatoes. Yep! He’d “hidden” them below the sink, underneath the cabinets, on the floor. Aha! I exclaimed as he moved to wash his hands. He knew he’d been found out, although there wasn’t a shred of remorse. Why was I not surprised?

 

At this point, it was time to dole out the punishment for the crime. I needed to deal appropriately with the issue of lying to us the night before when he proudly declared he’d eaten the tomatoes, but hadn’t. True confession: I had to stifle a giggle or two, when I spied those tomatoes on the floor. That little stinker, I thought! I had to muster a sad face and continue with my method of punishment. It will be a story remembered for years to come. Oh, the antics of a child!

the struggle is real, folks!

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I’ve written previously about my son’s issue with the “big boy potty”. Well, the saga continues….

Pardon me while I vent just a moment. Can I just tell you how disgusted I am by the whole episode? Changing a baby’s diaper is one thing, no matter how bad the blowout might be. However, changing the underpants of a four and a half year old is wearing. me. out. in every way. Just last week, we had no less than 5 pair, if not more, underpants in a bucket outside to be rinsed out so they could make it to the washing machine. Needless to say, keeping up with the laundry is a part-time job.

Okay…stepping off my soapbox now. Be thankful that I “cleaned it up” for you as my emotions tend to run high during such episodes.

Just this past Sunday evening and Monday morning we had a huge party at my house celebrating “the dispatchment” placed in the potty. There were high fives, gifts, snuggles, clapping and hooray-ing!!! Lots of positive affirmation for a job well done. We were so happy and just knew this was the end of our dilemma. May I just tell you that by Tuesday morning, all successes were flushed down the potty. What, you ask? Yep, the potty-in-the-pants started up on Tuesday morning just prior to leaving the house for school. We were so disappointed. Well, accidents do happen, so grace was extended. But, hold the phone! It happened yet again Wednesday morning just as I was finishing my breakfast. Utterly disgusted, he was cleaned up and re-directed to do it in the potty next time.

Why am I sharing this? I heard recently from a behavior management class we’ve been taking since October, that this potty-in-the-pants habit is quite common for boys of this same age. I was shocked! I truly felt as if we were one-in-zillion with this problem. Granted, I’m well aware that our issues could be much, much worse BUT ya’ll it is so disgusting that I can hardly take it anymore.

We’ve read (& watched!) potty books & videos more times than I can count. We’ve rewarded with stickers, toys, candy, treats & the winner-take-all prize: Chuck E Cheese. You would think the boy would be running to the potty to collect on his winnings….WRONG! Both positive affirmation and negative/punishment have been doled out. Taking away toys, tv time, parties, & play dates have yielded nothing. We’ve read parenting book after parenting book on the strong-willed child with no change of behavior.

I would love to hear from you if you’re in a similar battle with your boy or girl. I’m certainly not above trying something new. Let me hear fromĀ  you!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh Monday! Why so hard on me?

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Oh Monday! Why so hard on me?

Ever feel this way? Well, for me, it happens more than I’d like, that’s for sure. Even though I no longer work outside of the home, I still look forward to Fridays so the week-end can begin. After all, my husband works hard outside the home and I look so forward to our family time together.

So, back to my story….Christmas break was over, week-end behind us and a new month with a new year and a first Monday. Sounds negative, I know. I’m not one of those who relishes a fresh start in January. To me, January is, like it or not, depressing. So, clinging to my bed, against my better judgement, I got up. I did manage to have a few quiet moments with my husband to catch the days’ headlines along with at least one cup of coffee before my day lunged into action.

Things started okay until the first cry of the day alerted me that my son was ready to get up and come out of his room. Once he’s up, there’s no gradual awakening with him, it’s full throttle! So, I grabbed my protein shake and started gulping it down, desperate to fill my growling tummy. As I was preparing his snack and tuning in to one of his favorite TV shows, he visited our master bathroom. He’s suddenly infatuated with brushing his teeth. It’s quite the norm to find gobs of blue gel toothpaste lining the bathroom sink begging to be washed down the drain.

This morning however, was quite different and out of the norm. Rather than just brushing his teeth and coming out in the family room to resume his TV watching, he was absent for a few more minutes which is never a good thing. Silence, as much as I enjoy it, just doesn’t occur as long as he’s awake, anyway. Noticing his absence, I quickly made my way into our bathroom only to find the typical mess in the sink and then I turned around to be greeted with a wide smile proudly pointing to his masterpiece within the commode. At first, it looked as if he’d only had some fun with the toothpaste, shaving cream and facial cleanser until I peered in a bit further and spotted a large object wedged into the small opening in the back of the commode.

Since my son is in the early stages of potty training, yes he’s 3, I knew that the brown object wedged wayyyy back in the back of the potty opening couldn’t be what I first imagined it possibly could be. It just couldn’t because he’s yet to put THAT in the potty. I didn’t have my glasses on, and rather than take the time to go get them, I knelt down to get a closer look. Yes, it was that empty thick, hard cardboard spool left from a craft project I’d done just days before. I’m hardly a crafter, but just last week had a bee in my bonnet to create something out of some mesh ribbon I had bought back before Christmas.

Much smaller in diameter and quite a bit thicker than a toilet paper roll, I realized it was starting to unravel in the commode. This is when I reached for the closest thing to me, my son’s spanking spoon. I attempted to jar this thing loose to hopefully unplug the commode, but unfortunately for me, the thing had pretty much disintegrated into several sheets once it hit the water and was partially already down the hatch.

“Oh boy!” I uttered at the mess before me. I quickly interrogated my son who was proudly standing behind me, proud of his work, to see if anything else had gone in the potty. He mentioned a toothbrush but when I took inventory of the counter, realized none were missing. I was relieved! So, I quickly grabbed our handy dandy little plunger and began doing CPR on the toilet until I realized whatever was lodged in there wasn’t going to budge. This is when I threw up my hands and went straight for the laptop to search “clogged toilet” on youtube. I tried a couple “plumber tricks” to no avail. By the way, watching some of these DIY videos would have been more humorous had I not been in the throes of unclogging our much needed commode.

This went on and on throughout my day. Back and forth I logged coveted steps on my Garmin Vivofit as I wore the carpet thin running back to our said throne. Somehow, thanks to the videos I watched, I kept the potty from overflowing as I continued to resuscitate it. All to no avail. UNTIL my husband arrived home at nearly 6:00 that evening. I realized I had used one of our cheaper plungers and that we had a “cadillac” of sorts in the guest bath. So, I ran to get the better of our two and used some of the techniques portrayed on youtube earlier in the day, and VOILA! After give or take 25 flush and plunge maneuvers, I was able to dislodge whatever had been plugging our chair for most of the day!

Needless to say, this had become one stressful and aggravating Monday. I won’t even get into the other toddler tragedies that took place throughout the day. Can you tell I’ve not fully recovered? This is when the revelation came to me that I now have a hidden talent as a plumber! Yeah, not something I really wanted or felt I needed to have on my resume (no offense to plumbers!), but hey! When you’re a Mom, being a plumber is just one of many hats to be worn, am I right?

I am happy to report that I was able to maintain my cool throughout this not-so-happy Monday. I didn’t yell, scream, or cry (not that there’s anything wrong with that) but it has become my MO for longer than I’d like to admit. By the end of the day, as I was enjoying some comedy TV with my hubby, I was able to take it in stride….and laugh. It felt good!

Uh oh! It’s gotten awfully quiet around here….NOW where did he go?! Ooops! Gotta go! Another toddler tragedy in process!!