The Christensen's: SUCCESS...sortof

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

SUCCESS...sortof

Tate is 3 years old and we have been working on potty training since January...let me just tell you how sick I am of diapers, pull-ups, potty seats, poop, and wiping bums. Nobody should ever get as comfortable with poop as I am. Last month Tate was finally getting the hang of pooping on the potty, then he got sick and it was all downhill from there. So last week we basically started from scratch with the pooping on the potty and as of the last two days he has done pretty darn good. I can't tell you how horrible potty training is. Why didn't anyone warn me? I really hope Gwen will be easier to train than Tate, because I don't think I can go through that awful mess again.

3 comments:

Mauri said...: I hear ya girl...PT was the worst thing I think I have had to do as a parent. My first was a nightmare. He could do it, he just wouldn't. I felt like it took 8 months from start to finish...By my second though, he started wanting to be PT just after his 2nd bday and I WAS NOT READY to go through that torture again! I tried to put if off, but finally just went for it. He basically did it himself and in a matter of no time, it was a done deal. My second was my reward for having to go through it with my first...I heard girls are easier too, so hopefully Gwen will help you forget about how miserable it has been with Tate. Good luck! I hope you are on the downhill slope! Oh the things we didn't think about when dreaming of being a mom!! Happy Mother's Day!; May 9, 2010 at 8:08 PM
amelia and crew said...: I was just reading your post when Franny walked up to me and said, "Heyyyy, I want to see Tate in a video." She is smitten.; May 19, 2010 at 8:17 AM
Unknown said...: I did warn you!; June 11, 2010 at 9:31 PM

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From the Mouth of Tate

To Paul "your my best friend, dad". (Paul got teary)

eating icecream and seeing it was melted said, "look mom chocolate juice."

Fell down on our friends grass, rubbed it and said, "This is great grass."

eyeing Gwen he says to me, "Tate take her head off?" not sure if he has grasped the concept she is real or not.

when I change his diaper he always asks for "feel better" (diaper cream)

He also lets me know when he wants changed by saying, "I wanna nice clean diaper."

Found a rock in the grass and threw it back into the rock landscaping and said, "he wanted to go home to his mommy."

me: "Tate, do you want to try and go potty on the toilet?

Tate: "NO WAY MOM, toilet is all gone."

Struggling and grunting in the backseat he finally says, "mom I can't do it... I can't grow bigger."

Tate: "mom come here."

me: "I have to feed Gwen first."

Tate: "no mom, pump."

We went through the Del Taco drive through, and Tate said, "Mom, is this a new McDonalds?" I think we need to cut back on the McDonalds.

me: "Tate, do you want to go watch the Flash Basketball players tonight?"

Tate: "No mom, we watch the Aggie guys."

Tate looked down at his diaper and then looked up at me and said, "I just pee peed on Elmo." (there are pictures of Sesame Street characters on his diapers)

Tate: "Mom, I'm the man"

me: "Tate we need to whisper"

Tate: (yelling) "No we're not whispering, we're YELLING."

Elaine: "Tate, are you going poop?"

Tate: "Yes"

Elaine: "Can you hold it?"

Tate: "In my hand?"

Tate: "Mom, go down the slide."

Me: "I'm too big."

Tate: "Well, grow down."

I was talking on the phone with my mom while Tate was in the bathtub and he said, "mom, put the phone in the water and grandma will get wet."

sitting on the potty, he went pee pee then said, "3 times!! I can't believe it." We have been potty training, and he was apparently counting how many times he had gone that day, and was pretty impressed with himself.

I went and sat down on the couch and Tate said,"Mom!!! Don't sit on the guys, they are watching me play football." Apparently he had some imaginary fans watching him as he kicked his football.

me: Tate, come eat your oatmeal.

Tate: I can't, I'm being sick right now.

I was walking down the stairs and I head Tate saying, "...and don't come of that stair until you stop crying." as I walked down the stairs he told me not to step on the (imaginary) kid that was in time out. I asked why he was in time out and Tate said, "because he put a coin in baby Gwen's mouth." YIKES

Tate (sitting on the potty): Mom, come look I did a big snake poo.

Tate (4) we had a little earthquake and he asked paul what it was. Paul said it was and earthquake, and Tate replied, "like when another planet runs into earth, that would be an earthquake.