We are getting John completely potty trained!! Woohoo. It's going really well other than the horrible behavior he is displaying at school because of it. (But . . . that's a post for another day.) He doesn't poo everyday, he misses a day here and there but he's no longer oozing all the time and is usually clean with no skid marks. (TMI, I know.)
Every night before he goes to bed I tell him he needs to go poo. '
His response tonight, which he yelled, "I don't want to go poo anymore."
My response, "Good luck with that."
My mom gave John a "Poo Bear" to help him go poo in the potty. You put brown or tan jellybeans in it's bum and when you push on it's hind quarters the jellybeans come out. You then are supposed to eat the jellybeans. John loves watching the "poo" come out of the bear. He laughs and laughs and laughs. A few times I have tried to coax him to eat the jellybeans but he won't. I asked him if the jellybeans were jellybeans or poo. He thinks they are poo. No wonder he won't eat them. Kate is convinced as well she won't eat them either. Maybe one of these times I'll pop one in my mouth just to see their reaction!
Kate's hair is getting really long, so when I comb it there is usually a lot of complaining and whining. Before I even start combing she will be saying that I'm hurting her. I always say, "That doesn't hurt, now quit moving." Usually it's a pretty exasperated tone.
She was brushing my hair and actually hitting my head with the brush every time she took a swipe. I told her she was hurting me and her response, very exasperated of course was, "That doesn't hurt," and kept whacking me with the brush.
Nice.
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You should hear the screaming at my house when we are brushing hair... I guess its payback because I remember doing the same thing, but my hair has always been horrible to comb through.
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