Before I get into the war I'm currently waging I must confess that due to my Nemesis Poop (or P as I will refer to it) I now am letting my in home babysitter.... Television..... watch my 2 year old. It's due to P that he only slept for about 25 min this afternoon. I loathe the P right now.
The war is on. I don't get why the P needs to give my little guy so much angst, but it does. I have even resorted to talking to Jack through his beloved Monkey doll. His Monkey is his "lovie" and today when the P came and he went in his pants he told me that "Monkey is sad because the poopie came in his unders" I said why can't Monkey go in the toilet to which he responded, "because the toilet is too big" The poor kid is holding the poop way too long and then I think it hurts him to go. The war has been raging for over a month and I'm bound and determined to help my little guy go and not hold it. I wouldn't care if it was everyday in his pants at this point. I have even tried bribing the kid... nothing is working. Send prayers please!!
Today was a good day in most respects. Luke is doing great and I swear I'm seeing a little white peeking through his gum line so I'm hopeful that the tooth finally shows itself. Jack had an ok day too. I will never quite love the traditional toddler tantrum though... I was lucky to only have 2 thus far today:).
I'm finding that I'm very hard on myself lately. I got together with some friends from ECFE and went to a park with the kids... while I was elated that we were finally all 4 together... I couldn't help but notice that I was by far the heaviest one. I know that I channel my stress/boredom into food so I am sure that is part of it. It could be said that we are all different body types too. I let this whole thing bug me most of yesterday and then after cleaning all afternoon I was happy that the house looked somewhat nice and BOOM... the tornado that seems like my life at this moment came back and here I sit. In the middle of a ton of clothes... food/dishes kinda scattered... yet... after a small tear session to my beloved hubby and a pity party that probably lasted too long I'm gaining perspective... I have my health... My kids, hubby and family does as well and not only that but I have a job, a roof over our heads and wonderful friends... why am I letting the P war, toddler tantrums, weight gain and a messy house bother me??? Because I'm female :).
A small side note... Joe, thank you.. I don't say this enough. You are a wonderful husband. You are an amazing father and my very best friend. You make life wonderful just by being in it. The boys are blessed and lucky to have a Daddy like you. God was really blessing me too. Thank you Joe. I love you very much.
The war is on. I don't get why the P needs to give my little guy so much angst, but it does. I have even resorted to talking to Jack through his beloved Monkey doll. His Monkey is his "lovie" and today when the P came and he went in his pants he told me that "Monkey is sad because the poopie came in his unders" I said why can't Monkey go in the toilet to which he responded, "because the toilet is too big" The poor kid is holding the poop way too long and then I think it hurts him to go. The war has been raging for over a month and I'm bound and determined to help my little guy go and not hold it. I wouldn't care if it was everyday in his pants at this point. I have even tried bribing the kid... nothing is working. Send prayers please!!
Today was a good day in most respects. Luke is doing great and I swear I'm seeing a little white peeking through his gum line so I'm hopeful that the tooth finally shows itself. Jack had an ok day too. I will never quite love the traditional toddler tantrum though... I was lucky to only have 2 thus far today:).
I'm finding that I'm very hard on myself lately. I got together with some friends from ECFE and went to a park with the kids... while I was elated that we were finally all 4 together... I couldn't help but notice that I was by far the heaviest one. I know that I channel my stress/boredom into food so I am sure that is part of it. It could be said that we are all different body types too. I let this whole thing bug me most of yesterday and then after cleaning all afternoon I was happy that the house looked somewhat nice and BOOM... the tornado that seems like my life at this moment came back and here I sit. In the middle of a ton of clothes... food/dishes kinda scattered... yet... after a small tear session to my beloved hubby and a pity party that probably lasted too long I'm gaining perspective... I have my health... My kids, hubby and family does as well and not only that but I have a job, a roof over our heads and wonderful friends... why am I letting the P war, toddler tantrums, weight gain and a messy house bother me??? Because I'm female :).
A small side note... Joe, thank you.. I don't say this enough. You are a wonderful husband. You are an amazing father and my very best friend. You make life wonderful just by being in it. The boys are blessed and lucky to have a Daddy like you. God was really blessing me too. Thank you Joe. I love you very much.
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I know you wrote this in frustration (because I share the same frustration) but it is hilarious the way you wrote it.
Here's hoping P lands in the toilet soon!
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