Potty words!

I know I should keep such things where they belong...the restroom. But around this house the potty travels. You see it's time I really try to potty train Hana. I realize this is not good polite discussion but I need to vent a little. Let me sum it up in four words...I Hate Potty Training! I am beginning to understand that my daughter is brighter than I think and she is, and as strategic as a chess player planning his next move. The potty has become a battle and she is winning! I had her sitting on her potty seat infront of the TV (hoping she would go) for 4 hours. I ran out of Disney movies and patience. She continued to wait me out as I pulled her potty seat into the living room to the coffee table so she could do some coloring. Surely she would go! But no....After another 12 books (each read with silly voices), she still hadn't tinkled. Not even a drop. Thank God it was beautiful outside. I pulled her chair outside and had her sit while we watched her little sister and dad play soccer. She wiggled and wanted to go play. I knew I had the upper hand! Alas, something she wanted to do. I grinned and said "When you tinkle on the potty, then you can go play soccer with daddy." No sooner did I say it she was screaming in delight "Look mommy...I did it!" So now I know it is possible. She doesn't have some rare "I have to potty only in my pants" disease. We did a happy dance and I let her run off to play with Dad. So I am now strategically planning how to get her to not poop in her pull up. Maybe for some a bit too much information.

Staring at the Calendar

Where does the time go? Apparently it has been almost a month since my last posting. A dear friend keeps on reminding me that I need to keep up with this log because she can't seem to get enough of my "cute" (only a mother could think is adorable) stories about my children. However, I don't wish to be one of those doting mothers that uses this blog like a wallet full of adorable pictures of their "in reality" little ankle biters. Don't get me wrong I love my kids and I realize to a point my life is defined by them. But I want to define me as well and keep a small smidgen of my identity. I think this is the greatest gift I can give them. The knowledge that they can be and strive to be just what they want to be because, "Mommy does!" So what do I want to be today......??? I might have to give you an answer tomorrow. Ok lights out night night.