Wednesday, April 30, 2008

I think she wanted a little sister....

Dear Beck,
If Sister is having a great time with you, it usually means no good will come of it.

Point is case:

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

An interview with Beck

Now that I'm getting the hang of this video to blog business I thought I'd share with you a little interview with Beck about one of his favorite topics, the upcoming Disney Cruise! Can you believe he's only known the language for 8 months!

Hope this works!

OK, Hilary has inspired me to get my act together and figure out how to get a video of the rugrats on this blog... even if it meant buying yet another camera (shhhhhh, don't tell Joe, he doesn't read this blog anyways!)
Fingers crossed that this works, after all, I do have a degree in video! Sheesh! (hmmm, maybe I shouldn't admit to that until I know this works!)

Friday, April 25, 2008

The Pee Pee Dance of Joy!!!

What could be better than your daughter writing a profanity-filled tale about a girl who loved a peacock? Well, let me tell you. It's your son going to school in big boy underwear AND coming home in the same big boy undies!!!! DRY!!! Yay!
After another poo filled day at school I finally had had enough! Beck doesn't wear pull ups at home anymore and the fact that he seemed to be utterly unaware of the mere existence of a toilet the minute he arrives at school just about sent me over the edge. So today I told him the gig was up! No more diapers at school pal! So he dressed himself in his big boy whitey tighties and when we arrived at school I told the teachers, with Beck, that he no longer uses diapers and he WILL go potty in the toilet. I know I sound like such a mean Mommy, but Beck is smart as a whip and fully capable of using the bathroom. I gave him a hug and a kiss, told him to have a good day and then swiftly exited, thinking 'please, oh please, oh please!!!!!!'
I arrived just after 5pm to pick him up. I was hoping there wouldn't be a pile of plastic shopping bags full of Beck's soiled clothes waiting for me in his cubby, and Beck donning the school's 'walk of shame' lender clothes.
But much to my surprise and shear pleasure there he was, still in the same clothes he put on this morning (geesh, when was the last time that happened!) AND dry undies! I quickly asked the teacher, 'did he do it? did he do it?' before even greeting her properly. She smiled widely and said 'Beck, show Mommy your stamps.' He lifted his arm to show stamps all over for every time he used the potty. There were a lot of stamps, but hell I didn't care if they gave him a tattoo and piercing for every time he didn't poo his pants!!!
I'm so happy for him. So happy that the teachers now see what I've been swearing he can do for months!
Our cruise is in 2 weeks. I think Mickey's gonna be proud!

Thursday, April 24, 2008

The Next Great Author

One of the perks of being a parent of a creative kindergartner is the joy of reading her little creations, namely those cute little books she writes at school, full of exciting tales, colorful illustrations.... and the occasional ashole. Sigh, I can't wait for the next parent-teacher conference.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008


Beck was baptized last Sunday, April 20th. He was quite handsome in his little man suit and was a champ through the entire service. Since he was the only big boy amongst infants, Father had him stand on a chair. Of course my first thoughts were of shear panic, will he fall into the font? Or off the chair, head first onto the marble floor. This is my life with Beck. But luckily, neither options occurred and he was such a good boy. Father, noticing a new scrape on Beck's face, did an extra prayer that God would help him avoid any more trips to the ER. Amen!

Friday, April 4, 2008

Super Doper Pooper Advice

So here's the problem; Beck has no problem getting himself to the potty when he has to go poo (yeah, you're so glad you decided to read this post, huh) when he's at home. Even when we go out, he uses the potty. If he feels a poo comin' on while we're at the movies (yes, usually at the key, critical part of the film) he'll tell us and we play rock, scissor, paper on who has to escort him. All is good.... that is until he goes to pre-school, which is twice a week, where he inevitably comes home in pants that he wasn't wearing when I dropped him off that morning.... every. single. time.
I couldn't understand why he was having poo accidents every day at school. He has a just-his-size potty that he uses there without hesitation and yet he seems to always seize the opportunity to drop a dookie in his pull-ups. I couldn't figure out why he was doing this until one day I walked in to his room to find him spread eagle on the baby changing table while his teacher oohhhed and goo'd at him while she cleaned and powdered his bottom. He was in his GLORY! Loving every moment of it! I shook my head, now I see. As soon as he saw me he got that, 'oh shit' look on his face and hurried his teacher like he had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
I explained to the teachers that not only does he fully know how to poo in the potty, he also knows how to change his own pull-up. No changing table, no powder, no coo-ing and caa-ing (I know, I'm such a mean Mom!). They were shocked that he possessed these hidden skills. Man, he has them hoodwinked.
But the poo keeps happening. Every day. My husband mentioned that maybe the teachers could just give him a bit of a time-out when he does this, to remind him that he KNOWS how to use the potty. They responded that time-outs are a form of abuse. ABUSE?! WHAT?!!!! No, rinsing crusty poo out of brand new pants is a form of abuse!
So what do I do? He is totally playing them. After all, he's one smart cookie. I really want the back-sliding at school to stop. He knows when he has to go, and he knows it's wrong to poop his pants. No longer do I want to do the walk of shame carrying my son's soiled pants in a plastic grocery bag.
And to make matters worse, we're leaving on a 15 day cruise in a May and he is required to be potty trained in order to join his sister in the kids' club activities! Appearantly Mickey Mouse doesn't hang with kids in poopy pants. And this boy LOVES The big mouse!
Please. Help! Or I'll have to resort to making him watch this, over and over again.

Now THAT'S abuse!