LM: *rips a wipe in half* Broken.
Me: Yes, it is broken.
LM: Fix it.
Me: I can't.
LM: *trying to smush the two pieces together* Fix it!
Me: I can't, it's broken forever.
LM: Noooooo.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Thursday, February 18, 2016
The Nos are Coming
Overnight, No! has become the monster's favourite word. Or, more accurately, Noooooooo! has become his favourite word. Said with the saddest, most forlorn voice imaginable.
He's picked up a tonne of other words recently. We counted yesterday, and we've written down 60 words (across 2 languages) that he says fairly frequently. I estimate he actually has about 70, because I keep remembering ones I haven't put in.
He's said a few 2 word sentences in his life, one today, which was "go door" after he saw a door that he wanted to explore. Kinda wish I could have rewarded that by going to the door, but he literally pointed out every door on a building or car for a 20 minute walk, before I had to put him in his stroller (not because he was pointing out doors; he kept trying to wander away).
Also, he apparently hates being tickled. He always used to laugh hysterically at it. Last night, he told me, "tickle no" and pushed my hand away. Obviously I respect that, but it kinda bums me out, 'cause his neck and ribs are just so tickleable. He tickles me, though, oddly. Well, he rubs/hits/pinches/slobbers on/headbutts my back while announcing loudly that he's tickling me. In fact, he is doing this right now, and it's making typing kinda hard.
I was going to leave this as it was, but the monster just said his first 3 word sentence! "Dog go google." Meaning that he wants to look at image search results of dogs, of course. Because why wouldn't a 17 month old know what google is?
He's picked up a tonne of other words recently. We counted yesterday, and we've written down 60 words (across 2 languages) that he says fairly frequently. I estimate he actually has about 70, because I keep remembering ones I haven't put in.
He's said a few 2 word sentences in his life, one today, which was "go door" after he saw a door that he wanted to explore. Kinda wish I could have rewarded that by going to the door, but he literally pointed out every door on a building or car for a 20 minute walk, before I had to put him in his stroller (not because he was pointing out doors; he kept trying to wander away).
Also, he apparently hates being tickled. He always used to laugh hysterically at it. Last night, he told me, "tickle no" and pushed my hand away. Obviously I respect that, but it kinda bums me out, 'cause his neck and ribs are just so tickleable. He tickles me, though, oddly. Well, he rubs/hits/pinches/slobbers on/headbutts my back while announcing loudly that he's tickling me. In fact, he is doing this right now, and it's making typing kinda hard.
I was going to leave this as it was, but the monster just said his first 3 word sentence! "Dog go google." Meaning that he wants to look at image search results of dogs, of course. Because why wouldn't a 17 month old know what google is?
Conversations with my Monster, part 3
Me: Are you going to put your shirt on?
LM: Noooo.
Me: No? But then you'll be naked.
LM: *throwing his arms in the air* Naken!
LM: Noooo.
Me: No? But then you'll be naked.
LM: *throwing his arms in the air* Naken!
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
The Great Potty Training Saga: Part 2
So, things have gotten a bit derailed.
Monster was doing great, and had peed in the toilet first thing in the morning, two days in a row. Then I had to fly to my parents' place for a funeral, and while I brought the monster (and his toilet insert), that meant no opportunity to use the toilet at either airport, for the drive back to my parents' house, or for the two days spent at the funeral home for the visitation and funeral.
And then, at the cemetery, the gut pain started. And by that evening, I was suffering from explosive diarrhea and bouts of vomiting. I was about 100 x worse the next day and days after, and ended up having to reschedule my flight - the end result being that, while my family was really helpful, the monster only got to sit on the toilet maaaaybe twice, for the entire week I was there. He also only got one bath, and I'm pretty sure his teeth got neglected, too. I was too sick to even give them instructions, and to be honest, I still feel guilty about this, a month later :(
It took a bit to get back into the swing of things, but I did - for a while, at least. I made a dry erase board (see below) with check lists of things to do for morning, afternoon and evening. Basically, Toilet, breakfast, make bed, get dressed, brush teeth, toilet, snack, toilet, lunch, etc. I set up a scheduled toilet break for before every meal and snack, plus first thing in the morning, and right before bed. Plus, if he asks to go we take him.
He was actually peeing in the toilet a lot for the first little while. Once he peed pretty much every time we put him up there (plus in between, but as I said, we don't want him to hold it yet). He even pooped in the toilet once, after asking to use it.
I don't know exactly what happened since then, but somehow we fell out of the routine, and fell out of using the dry erase board. The past week or so, when I've put him on the toilet, he hasn't gone, and he always wants to get down sooner. He does still like to sit up there to read a "manko" (magazine), but he's not doing the excited dash to the bathroom, or grabbing his insert and putting it on the toilet anymore.
So that's where we are. Today was kind of a nothing day, as I still feel pretty gross and I really don't have the energy or firm stomach needed to be bending over repeatedly to put him on and take him off the toilet. He is newly interested in his potty chair, though, so maybe I'll go that route.
On a positive note, when I use the toilet, he'll point at the toilet paper, and once I'm done, he reminds me to flush, points to the sink so I'll wash my hands, and tells me "Towel!" once my hands are washed. He also occasionally grabs a piece of toilet paper and shoves it at my legs while shouting "Bum!"... I'm not really sure how to get him to stop doing this. It's super awkward, but then it's kind of good that he already knows that step.
DRY ERASE BOARD:
I kind of lied. I didn't make a dry erase board.
I took a matted 11 x 13 picture frame we already had and decorated the mat with pages from a mid-nineties comic book (Superman is known as "Man!" around here). Then I put a piece of cool-looking scrapbook paper with daily check lists where the picture would go.
Then I put the glass back in the frame, because apparently, glass is already a surface you can use dry erase on. I already had a dry erase marker kicking around.
Monster was doing great, and had peed in the toilet first thing in the morning, two days in a row. Then I had to fly to my parents' place for a funeral, and while I brought the monster (and his toilet insert), that meant no opportunity to use the toilet at either airport, for the drive back to my parents' house, or for the two days spent at the funeral home for the visitation and funeral.
And then, at the cemetery, the gut pain started. And by that evening, I was suffering from explosive diarrhea and bouts of vomiting. I was about 100 x worse the next day and days after, and ended up having to reschedule my flight - the end result being that, while my family was really helpful, the monster only got to sit on the toilet maaaaybe twice, for the entire week I was there. He also only got one bath, and I'm pretty sure his teeth got neglected, too. I was too sick to even give them instructions, and to be honest, I still feel guilty about this, a month later :(
It took a bit to get back into the swing of things, but I did - for a while, at least. I made a dry erase board (see below) with check lists of things to do for morning, afternoon and evening. Basically, Toilet, breakfast, make bed, get dressed, brush teeth, toilet, snack, toilet, lunch, etc. I set up a scheduled toilet break for before every meal and snack, plus first thing in the morning, and right before bed. Plus, if he asks to go we take him.
He was actually peeing in the toilet a lot for the first little while. Once he peed pretty much every time we put him up there (plus in between, but as I said, we don't want him to hold it yet). He even pooped in the toilet once, after asking to use it.
I don't know exactly what happened since then, but somehow we fell out of the routine, and fell out of using the dry erase board. The past week or so, when I've put him on the toilet, he hasn't gone, and he always wants to get down sooner. He does still like to sit up there to read a "manko" (magazine), but he's not doing the excited dash to the bathroom, or grabbing his insert and putting it on the toilet anymore.
So that's where we are. Today was kind of a nothing day, as I still feel pretty gross and I really don't have the energy or firm stomach needed to be bending over repeatedly to put him on and take him off the toilet. He is newly interested in his potty chair, though, so maybe I'll go that route.
On a positive note, when I use the toilet, he'll point at the toilet paper, and once I'm done, he reminds me to flush, points to the sink so I'll wash my hands, and tells me "Towel!" once my hands are washed. He also occasionally grabs a piece of toilet paper and shoves it at my legs while shouting "Bum!"... I'm not really sure how to get him to stop doing this. It's super awkward, but then it's kind of good that he already knows that step.
DRY ERASE BOARD:
I kind of lied. I didn't make a dry erase board.
I took a matted 11 x 13 picture frame we already had and decorated the mat with pages from a mid-nineties comic book (Superman is known as "Man!" around here). Then I put a piece of cool-looking scrapbook paper with daily check lists where the picture would go.
Then I put the glass back in the frame, because apparently, glass is already a surface you can use dry erase on. I already had a dry erase marker kicking around.
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Conversations with my Monster, part 2
*Get to the grocery store and notice the monster's hat is MIA*
Me: Where is your hat?
LM: *exaggerated shrug* 'sgone!
Me: I can see that it's gone. Where did it go?
LM: *Mimes dropping something out of his stroller*
Me: Where is your hat?
LM: *exaggerated shrug* 'sgone!
Me: I can see that it's gone. Where did it go?
LM: *Mimes dropping something out of his stroller*
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Conversations with my Monster, part 1
*While eating applesauce, the monster inserts the spoon at 90 degrees, and it comes out empty*
LM: All gone.
Me: It's not all gone, baby, there's lots left.
LM: Where'd it go?
Me: There's lots left.
LM: Gone.
Me: There's lots.
LM: Noooo.
LM: All gone.
Me: It's not all gone, baby, there's lots left.
LM: Where'd it go?
Me: There's lots left.
LM: Gone.
Me: There's lots.
LM: Noooo.
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