Sleeping, Playing and More Fun

After a long outdoor adventure at Mountsberg for the Maple Syrup Festival Owen was a sleepy boy. He kept rubbing his eyes and yawning - in any event. Although I believe the sugar...I mean syrup was keeping him awake.

We made a deal that he could watch Leap Frog's Letter Factory one more time and then off for a nap. But...about 1/2 hour into the "nap" I heard him upstairs open a door, and then close a door. After that it was quiet.

So he should have been:
But in reality he was:
Which included:
When I found him he was in his upstairs playroom playing with a puzzle. He said, " I had a good nap."

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P.S. Now, 1/2 later he is watching Letter Factory (again...he is honestly learning something from this video otherwise he wouldn't be watching it) and he has fallen asleep on the sofa!

Maple Syrup Festival

Notice the line-ups of cars - the street was packed with cars trying to get into Mountsberg. And, then notice the picture of the line-up for Pancakes!

It was even worse when we left that afternoon. A great day for an outdoor pancake picnic.

Fear of Car Wash!

Today was nice and warm. 11 degrees around 3:30 when we went for a family road trip to Costco. A great day for a car wash. And, what kid doesn't love the car wash.

Apparently ours.

During the wait, the seemed excited - maybe be because he didn't know what what it was quite yet. We get to the front and he starts to look nervous. Big wide eyes, mouth slightly open.

Once the water and the big spinning cloths hit the car- he has had it. The tears start flowing. " I want to out!" We both console him, and I hold his hand. He stops momentarily when the cloths stop hitting the car, but starts up again when the water powerfully hits the car.

At the end of the car wash we asked him if he wanted to do that again. "No, no, no.!"

Now at 6:30 he says, " I want to go in the car wash again." What a brave little boy.

Of course, this is also the little boy he wants t eat outside today. We are BBQing so I believe he remembers last summer when we did!

Likely in the category of TMI

TMI, is of course - To Much Information...

So Potty Training has been going well. At least in the "pee" department. He has been wearing underwear to school like a "big boy" for four days. He still has accidents, and at nap time he wears a diaper - but all said it has been successful.

In the "poo" department - or department 2 as we like to call it....things are not so good. The first few days of "big boy" underwear he would wait until about 8:15p.m to poop. Basically, bath time, story time, bed time - then poop time. He waited until he had a diaper on, and we had given up having him sit on the toilet, and had gone downstairs while he was meant to be sleeping. He did the same thing at school on Wednesday - waiting until nap time. On Thursday he didn't poop. Today he said he had to poop. Sat on the potty for 10 minutes. Nothing. Got up and said he didn't have to go after all, that he had already pooped. When? I asked. Saturday, says he.

So now we have a boy who pees on the toilet, and who is going on to be seriously bunged up if he continues to avoid department 2.

Potty Talk

This picture says a lot about how potty training is going for Owen:




Owen is now 3 months shy of 3 years old. One day he will be King of the potty, keeping a dry diaper for hours. The next he refuses to go near the toilet - feet planted on the floor - screaming "Nooooo Thank You..."

I can count on my hand (note - not plural) how many times he has pooped on the toilet. Three. Those stickers you see all over his potty are for peeing. We ask him if he has to go potty and we can get a variety of answers:

I peed already in my diaper
I peed already today
I will poo next week
No thank you...

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6:30 this morning Owen is wandering the hallway while I am brushing my teeth and changing to go to work. I hear him in the bathroom, and ask what he is doing...this is what follows:

Owen: I have poop on my fingers and poop on the floor.

Me: What! (run down the hallway).

Owen is standing on his stool with poop all over his little fingers, pants around the ankles, diaper on the bathtub, large pool of poop on the floor. He has already attempted to clean off his hands, so now there is poop on the counter and poop on the faucet. The poop on the floor means he missed the toilet, so there is also poop all over his legs and in his Cars pajamas. I half expect to find a poop trail to his bedroom. Good for him for trying to go potty. But what a mess at 6:30 am.

Hallowe'en came early this year...

Family Time

Work has been unbelievably busy lately. I have been trying to keep up both of my blogs over the past few weeks - but obviously Owen's has suffered. It isn't that he hasn't done cute things or entertained us with new accomplishments - but when he does we seem to be away from home, and my laptop.

As I mentioned, work has been busy - events, planning, meetings galore etc. I worked a couple weekends on top of the work done at the office due to various events and consumer shows. You learn to appreciate the time spent with your family when you have to be away so frequently. Today I had a conversation with one of the younger managers at the office, trying to find a time to do some errands for our social committee. We were finding it difficult to locate a half an hour that was free for both of us, so he suggested we go after work.

I leave at 5 from the office. I arrive at 8, leave at 5. I am not a clock watcher but my time with my son is important so I want to have as much as possible with him before he goes to bed. As I see it everyday I already put in an extra 1/2 to 1 hr due to arriving at the office before anyone else. Not to mention the oodles of days I work on weekends (which I don't get time off for...). So am I going to stay late to do an errand for social committee?

No.

Of course like other young people at my office - this manager didn't understand. He is there until 10 some nights. Whoopidity doo. I said of course that I have a family and I want to spend time with them, in particular my son (sorry hubbie!). I said someday when you have kids - you will understand. He said, he doesn't think so, that he won't have a problem staying late even with kids.

I have run into this before, younger - no-children staff who don't get why you have to take time off occasionally when your kid is sick, or why you rush out of a meeting to get home in time for dinner... Perhaps my mind is fogged up, or hind-sight isn't 20/20 after all - but before I had Owen I never thought like this. I always assumed that a baby would change how my life was. I didn't know how, but I certainly wouldn't have made a statement about something I know nothing about.