Days Three and Four

Right now I'm sure there are fives of you out there waiting to hear an update on the "Great Potty Training Weekend." After four pretty grueling days - no cardio or weight lifting, mind you, but grueling none-the-less - I'm still not quite sure we're anywhere close to potty trained.

As I sit here on the bathroom floor next to Ally while she plays in the tub I'm trying to think of what I've done since she was born that has been so rewarding and frustrating at the same time. Maybe it was breastfeeding. I had a pretty rough go of that one - mastitis after five days, an infant that really wouldn't latch, cracked, bleeding and sore you-know-whats for six months. But with nursing, there was really only the frustration of the act at the same time knowing that I was doing the right thing for her and my suffering wasn't all for naught. I don't know that I ever felt any sort of exhilaration when we got a good latch (or any other breastfeeding metaphor.)

In the case of potty training, however, the look on Ally's face when she successfully makes it to the potty is probably her best. Her latest statement is "Mommy, I win!" (Maybe that's because of the handful of Matchbox car "prizes" we've given her over the last few days for successful trips. Girl or not, she loves those things and they're cheap.) She totally gets that its a great thing to make it to the potty. In fact, aside from one accident out on the back forty at my parents house today because she was too busy playing with the dogs, we haven't had a #1 accident in over 24 hours. She even woke up from nap yesterday and today completely dry.

It's funny though. She really has moments when I see myself in her. A couple of times today I tried to congratulate her and she put her hand up and said "Shhh, Mommy, Shh" as in "seriously, it's not a big deal, I just sat down and peed." Cracks me up.

I can't relax though. Maybe this is the norm. For the last four days I have been entirely focused on making sure she's successful, doesn't have an accident and doesn't feel like she's in trouble when she does. I must have washed four loads of laundry this weekend just to make sure we had enough Tinkerbell and Minnie Mouse panties to make it through.

One good thing for the second part of yesterday and all of today was that we ditched the timer. It was really starting to piss her off. I think back to my college days and (forgive me Mom and Dad) playing Power Hour. (You know - that dumb drinking game where you take 60 shots of beer in 60 seconds - stupid, how many brain cells did I lose doing that?) Every 15-30 minutes that timer would go off and we'd either have a totally compliant little girl or a hellion that was saying "hell no are you taking my pants off." And I totally understand where she was coming from. The timer got really annoying. Today and yesterday Steve and I just kept a casual eye on the clock and watched her for signs. At this point, she knows when she has to pee and she knows how to hold it until she gets to the potty. We have 95% success here at least.

#2, however, is another story. The girl thinks toots mean #2. Pretty hilarious if you think about it. We have not had what my Dad is now calling "The Immaculate Poop." 0% success here. And I'm totally at a loss. For this reason I'm sending Ally to daycare in a PullUp tomorrow because I really don't want her to have a #2 accident there. I think maybe we need a little more time to put 2 & 2 (HA!) together.

I'm a little disappointed that we didn't accomplish it all during the long weekend. Don't get me wrong, I'm SO very proud of her and how far she's come. Prior to this weekend she wasn't really showing any signs at all of wanting to potty train and to come from that to having #1 down pretty well is awesome. There's just part of me that thinks I missed some step during the "Great Potty Training Weekend" that would have assured a complete success. I really feel like I failed her in some regard. I know - its just potty training and the kid will get it eventually, but ARG! - what do I have to do????

Probably relax a little about it. :-)

To all of you who have been there, I know you feel my pain. To those of you who have yet to travel down this path, I hope you have success (including a happy kid and happy parents at the end of it all.)

For now, I'm going to get my kid out of the bath, put her in her Nite-Nite Panties, read her as many stories and sing her as many songs as her little heart desires and kiss her goodnight - cause this is one proud Momma and she deserves it.

~Becky

Day Two

More "Great Potty Training Weekend."

8:35am - thinking about switching the timer from every 15 minutes to every 20 or 30. She's starting to resent having to go sit on the potty so often and I really don't want her to hate it. So - maybe I'll try 30 and see how it goes.

8:50am - Ally has discovered the pile of clean panties on the counter. She has now decided that the Tinkerbell ones she was wearing are unacceptable and she needs a different pair. Oh lord, she now has 3 pair on at once. Whatever...

9:35am - We've had our first accident (and first potty of the day.) Ally yelled "potty" and ran for the bathroom. Too late. Panty #2 for the day.

10:45am - We're dressed and ready to go outside. Ally is wearing the first pair of pants she has had on in over 24 hours. I asked her "do you have to go?" She said no. As she stands by the door waiting for me to gather everything up she says "uh oh". (I'm beginning to hate that phrase.) Yup - you guessed it. Panties, pants and socks to the washer. I really think this one was my fault though. She hadn't really gone all morning. I should have waited until she went to take her outside. Oh well...I'm still learning too, right?

3:45pm - Took a nap with Ally. When the dogs started barking like crazy we both woke up. Ally looked over at me and whispered "potty." We made it. One pair of PullUps (or nite-nite panties as I'm calling them) saved for another time.

5:45pm - We were cruising along. Ally wad giving us a heads up that she had to go - I think she thinks toots mean #2. Steve and I were sitting on the floor watching Ally run around with her baby stroller when she walks up to us, squats and pees on the carpet. What the heck? Where did that one come from? We were totally rocking it.

As for panty count - I think I've lost track by now. Two more days to go before she's back at daycare - I'm nervous.

9:10pm - Ally and I are hanging out watching a show before bed time. Let me just say that with the last trip to the potty I ended up with poop on my foot. The perfect end to a fairly stressful day.

Is she going to get this tomorrow? Will there be some sort of epiphany? I know, I know - she's only two (almost two and a half) and this isn't easy for her. I know that she's on her way to getting it. She's just starting to listen to her body. Sometimes its a false alarm, and sometimes she hears it just a little late. I'm proud of her - and I do keep telling her that. I think I just need to relax and quit hoping for a miracle. We'll get there. And then, I'll just have to do it all over again with her little brother in three years.

Nite!

~Becky

Day One

Please refrain from reading should you not wish to experience the rundown of Day One of the "Great Potty Training Weekend." If you want all the gory details....read on.

Day One –

8:10am – We’re up and eating breakfast. I’ve set the timer for 15 minutes. At about minute 10, Allyson is playing on the floor with the dogs and I’m putting the dishes away. She said “Oh…” And…what do we have? A big flood of pee pee on the floor. One pair of Minnie Mouse panties down…

8:24am – Ally, from down the hallway, yells “poo poo!” We hurry into the potty. False alarm. I think she just wanted an excuse to play with toilet paper and flush the toilet.

9:36am – We’ve had a #1 and a #2 accident. I’m already frustrated. It’s going to be a long day.

9:55am – The 15 minute timer goes off. I ask her if she needs to go potty – even bribe her to go with a gummy bear. She adamantly refuses. I give in – go reset the timer for 15 minutes. What does she do? Pees on the floor. Great.

10:40am – 30 seconds before the timer goes off to sit on the potty she yelled “Poop!” We rush to the potty only to discover that we’d just gone pee in the panties. Onto pair number five.

10:42am – Allyson takes off her panties and puts them on backwards, inside out and with both legs in one hole. Awesome.

12:07pm – Success! Peeps on the potty. ~phew~ Timer set for another 15 minutes. Now we’ve got to get something for lunch.

12:14pm – Ally says “uh oh” and runs for the potty. Too late – onto pair number six. Am I delirious to think that we’re getting somewhere with the “uh oh?”

12:45pm – Another success (still only #1). Yes!

2:05pm – Down for nap in a Pull-Up. Will she wake up dry? Who knows. I need a drink.

4:30pm – We’ve napped (with a slightly wet diaper) and then laid around in my bed for a little while. (Loving Mommy’s bed is a new thing – need to nip it in the bud, but not during the Great Potty Training Weekend.) We came downstairs and sat on the couch for a moment so that I could check my email – remember it’s Friday, I’m working today. And…she piddles on the couch (sorry Mom!). YIKES! No biggie, we rushed to the potty and got cleaned up. Panty #7 on.

4:52pm – Since the couch accident she’s made it to the potty twice. Both times without the timer, just cause she decided she had to go. Dare I think we’re making progress?

5:03pm – We blew the #2. This momma knew that letting her go into the playroom by herself was a bad idea. That’s where she went earlier. Ugh – Panty #8.

The rest of the evening went on mostly like that. We didn’t have any more accidents, but by 8:00 it was bath, PullUp and bedtime. My only blessing was that Steve got home and I got a few breaks from being Eagle Eye Mommy.

For now, it’s off to bed. I’m exhausted but looking forward to tomorrow. It can only get better, right?

~Becky

Carroll Family 3.5

I've been promising to share recent ultrasound pictures of Baby Carroll #2 and I've finally found the time to do so. As you may have heard, the first perinatologist was right and we are having a little boy. Before I get to his name, here are a few pics.

Baby Boy Carroll Profile

Baby Boy Carroll's foot - too cute (a little creepy all skeletal looking though.)

I'll refrain from posting the picture that confirmed his "boyness" to prevent any future embarrassment for this little guy but be assured that when the tech said "here's a leg, and here's another leg and this - this is not a leg" we had confirmation of our little boy.

Those pics were from almost two weeks ago and today Mr. Carroll is about the size of a spaghetti squash. (Who compares to a spaghetti squash? Does anyone actually eat those? Or buy them in this form at the store?) So far this pregnancy has been pretty smooth. The morning sickness faded away between 14 and 16 weeks and I'm just starting to have to wear maternity clothes. Mostly tops - my pants still fit with a little help from the trusty Belly Band (love that thing!) I wore a pair of maternity jeans the other day and remember why I hated them so much. Those damn things have to be pulled up every time you stand up. I feel like I need suspenders!

Oh - name. I almost forgot. Well...after some serious consideration and input from family and friends...we've decided to go with Darryl. Yup Darryl Lane Carroll.

(And you if you believe that one - you're more gullible than I.)

We still have no idea. A friend at work threw out Darryl as a joke (at least I think it was a joke) and it has stuck - poor kid - I promise we'll come up with something soon. In the meantime, rather than calling him "the baby" or "him" we're calling him Darryl. Darryl Carroll - future NASCAR driver. (At least that's what that name sounds like to me!)

So stay tuned for more in the saga of the Carroll family.

~Becky

Decisions, decisions...

Should I get an eBook reader? I’ve been contemplating purchasing one for about a year now and I continue to struggle with it. It’s definitely a want versus a need, but this girl likes her techie gadgets (read: closet geek). I love to read, have a book in my purse or briefcase most of the time (usually one in both) and I thought that getting one of these new eBook readers might be something right up my alley.

I have a couple of reservations and I’d be interested to hear feedback from people who may have been in this boat or have actually purchased one.

1. I worry that I’ll miss the turning of the pages. The smell of a brand new hardcover, the crack of the spine when I first open it. Granted, buying an eBook reader doesn’t mean that I’ll never purchase a paper book again, but when you drop hundreds of dollars on one, my husband would probably be a bit P.O’d if I went out and paid full price rather than the cheaper eBook price.
2. I love to lend (and receive lent) books. There are restrictions with some of these eBook readers that even if I had a friend that had one as well, I might not be able to lend the books out. Granted, I’m sure publishers are none too thrilled with the lending book idea, but I get through a lot of great novels that way.
3. I stare at a computer screen all day. Is the last thing I want to do is come home and stare at another screen? These readers are not backlit so they’re very different than my computer screen, but it’s still an electronic screen. Between work, Blackberry and TV at home I think my eyes might fall out of my head.

I’ve only physically held the Barnes & Noble Nook. It was pretty cool. I like the size – can shove it in my purse and have a book always. Here are a few cool features of the Nook:

1. Ability to purchase content via WiFi and AT&T 3G wireless connections from any location in the US.
2. Ability to lend ebooks to others for 14 days.
3. Ability to checkout and read local library ebooks for free.
4. Ability to browse full ebook content while connected in Barnes & Noble stores.

Then there’s the Amazon Kindle. Cool features:

1. Been around longer than the Nook – i.e. the kinks have been worked out.
2. Longer battery life than the Nook.
3. Free book samples.

And the Sony Reader. Not really one of my top two – maybe not even worth the research to find out what’s good about it. Totally my prerogative.

I think I’m partial to the Nook, but that could just be because I’ve actually held it (and I’m a card carrying B&N member). I don’t know anyone with a Kindle and would appreciate any feedback from those who enjoy it. Hmm….what to choose? What to choose?

Or….do I hold off and wait for the next generation of eBook readers? Am I really sure I even want one? ARG! I’ve got a birthday and Mother’s Day this weekend and Steve is anxious to hear what I want. Maybe I’ll just say “screw it” and ask for jewelry….

~Becky

Ally's Music

I hear all these stories about parents whose kids are singing along with the ABC’s or Old MacDonald from a very young age. Allyson has never really done that. We listen to music – she LOVES the Little Einstein’s! I have a couple of little kid CD’s in the car and she always (always, always, always) requests the “Pop Song.” That’s code for Lollipop, Lollipop. But she doesn’t sing it. She dances around in her seat and yells at me “Mommy, dance!”

We go to her ballet class, which she loves. I sing to her every night before bed – songs at her request. It’s usually Farmer Goofy (the Disney version of Old MacDonald), Itsy Bitsy Spider or My Favorite Things. (Most of the time I have to sing all three.) But she has never belted out the tunes along with me.

Then we were sitting in the family room playing on the floor the other day and she starts dum-da-dumming. It took me a minute to make sense of it, but who would have known? The kid was singing (or dum-da-dumming) Eine Kleine Nachtkmusik. Not Baa Baa Black Sheep or Twinkle Twinkle – freakin’ Mozart! It had to have been one of her shows, we’ve been watching Little Einsteins DVDs on repeat lately. I think one of the kiddo CD’s in the car sings one of the songs to that melody too. Who knows where she picked it up? But I love it!

So…now I can’t get the darn song out of my head. I’ve been humming it all day long. I wonder what classical piece she’ll start humming next?

~Becky

Today was a good day...

Today started out well. I fit into jeans I haven't worn in months! Maybe the last eight weeks of morning (all freakin' day-long) sickness have been a good thing? Either way - I'll take it. Maternity clothes are in my near future, but this old pair of Lucky's will suit me just fine for the next few weeks.

Next, we got to go have another ultrasound. This is our second for this pregnancy. The first I had a few weeks ago to get a better determination of due date. (Remember - Baby #2 was a surprise so this Momma wasn't counting days.) Today's ultrasound was part of the genetic screening. This along with the blood draw that I did last week will help rule out any genetic abnormalities.

We got to the perinatologist's office and went into the room with a tech. I guess that for this genetic screening they send you an actual perinatologist's office for a high-tech ultrasound - not just the regular one at the lab.

Anyway, we got in the room and the tech started taking some pics of some fluid measurement at the back of the babies' neck. She was having a hard time getting a consistent number, not really concerning to us - we realized the baby was just laying in a position not conducive to this measurement. After about 30 minutes she went to show her pics to the doc. Guess they weren't good enough cause the doc came in a few minutes later to get the measurement herself. Within a few minutes - done.


Then...she asked us if we were interested in knowing the sex of the baby. Um...yes - we were, but you can't tell this early, right? She said "well - you can't be 100% certain at this stage but I have a pretty good guess." When a doctor says that she has a pretty good guess, I know that I would tend to believe her. Especially when it was not prompted. We didn't say "can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?" I mean, she does this for a living, right? So, we promised not to go out and buy bedding on her guess but said "sure, we'll take the news now."

We don't really care what we have either way. I've been thinking that a girl would be easier because we have all the stuff already. Steve is such a great "girl dad". I know how to do "girl" having done it once already. but then, a boy would be wonderful too. The nuclear family - Dad, Mom, Daughter, Son. Exactly like my family. She could torture love her little brother just like I do. ...back to the story...

The doc pulled up a picture on the ultrasound machine and said "see this swelling between the legs here?" We said "sure." (Do you ever really know what you're looking at in an ultrasound?) She said "well, when boys and girls develop they all have some swelling here, but at this far along in gestation this amount of swelling is probably not going to go away." Probably not? So that means ... BOY?

Yup - it meant boy.

So...we'll find out for sure in about 7 weeks, but we got a pretty good guess from the doctor that Allyson is going to have a little brother. We are off to find names for Baby #2. We're focusing more on little boy names - obviously - but we'll have a few girl ones picked out too. Just in case the next ultrasound comes back with something different. You never know.

~Becky