Saturday, December 1, 2012

All night long


Yesterday, I read a post by another blogger about her efforts to get her son, whose twin sister has been potty trained for a while now, to make it dry through the night.  I'm not sure how old her son is, but since this is something we've tried and failed with Oliver, I read the post and the comments with great attention.  I then ordered a few cloth training pants for Emmeline, who will remove the cloth diapers (that have snaps on them) and only wants to wear Pull-ups, which are both expensive and wasteful.  I also devised a scheme, which I have now undertaken.

Last night at dinner, I told Oliver he was going to bed in underwear.  "Why?" he asked.  A sentiment that Wes quickly echoed.  

"Because you're a big boy," I said.  "And big boys go to sleep in their undies and then wake up when they need to go pee."  For the rest of the evening, I talked with him about how we would go potty right before bed, then again right before I went to bed, and then how if he woke up and needed to pee he would jump up and get on the potty, or if he had an accident, yell for mommy to come and help him.  I thought it was worth a few days of laundry to give this an honest effort.

So he peed when we got on pajamas around 7:30.  He peed again when he went to bed a little after 8.  I took him, successfully, around 11:30 when Wes and I went to bed.  And then, this morning, Wes jumped up out of bed at 5:30 and went upstairs, where Oliver was on the toilet and very proud of himself.  "Guess what, dad?  I went to sleep in my undies and I am all dry."  Wes gave him a high five.  Ollie peed, went back to bed, and less than twenty minutes later was yelling downstairs: "Hey guys, I pooped."  (At what age my children will use the facilities without announcing it, I'm not sure, but I will throw a party at my house on that day.)  I got up, gave him a high five, and helped him get cleaned up.  Another twenty minutes later, he was calling down again.  And then the whole house was up.  (Which explains why, as I type this upstairs, I can hear him fussing at Wes over dinner.)

So one night dry.  We'll see how it continues to go.

As for Emme, she spent the day in cloth training pants, underwear/diaper insert combos, and Pull-ups.  I put her on the potty every 15-45 minutes, depending on whether she goes on the toilet, and we've even been recording when she's wet or goes on the toilet, in the hopes I can figure out when she normally needs to go.  My mother-in-law spent the day with the kids while Wes and I were car shopping, and evidently Emme spent a decent part of the afternoon digesting the many blueberries she ate last night at dinner, mostly (but not completely) in the toilet.  

So we're off and running -- small steps towards two in underwear, and one who does not require Cars-themed Pull-ups at night.  Wish me luck!

Hard questions

Last night at dinner time, Oliver asked apropos to nothing, "Why doesn't Zola have a mommy?"  I had no idea how to communicate to him how little we know about the answer to that question.  I tried to explain to him that her mommy might be sick or hurt or just couldn't take care of her, so she gave her to someone to find Zola a new family.  He seemed satisfied.  Wes told him that we would be her new family, and that I would be her mommy.

He thought for a minute and then asked, "Did her daddy go away, too?"  I explained that her daddy couldn't take care of her either, for some reason that we don't know.

"I think they're sick, maybe," he said.  He might be right.  How do I explain the orphan crisis in sub-Saharan Africa to a four year old in a way that does justice to the complicated history of that place?  How do I tell my child, the one who cried after watching Dumbo, that his new sister is just one of so many who don't know why their parents couldn't take care of them?

I can see already how this little girl is going to change the way my children -- all of them -- will look at the world and their family.  I thank her for that.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

It was the best of times, and it was really, really cold

Or, a sub-50's day at Lucky Ladd Farms
Feeding the animals (and a little disappointed none of the fainting goats fainted)





Emme was SO COLD, so I gave her my gloves.


Pretty in purple





Emmeline feeds the dog.


Emme's first haircut

Emme got her first haircut last weekend. They only charged me $5 for a trim because there was so little to come off, but she now looks more like a cute little girl and less like someone with a mullet.  It'll be a long time until I can put in true ponytails or pigtails, but we're also not at the point where I have to deal with barrettes to keep hair out of her eyes.  Despite the minuscule amount of hair that came off, she was very proud of having had her very first haircut!

Three hours at the zoo