All morning I have been trying to get Terran to go to the aquarium, but he has been completely content playing with his toys. As I thought we were about to leave, I go into the garage and he is on his bike, adjusting his helmet. I suppose that's as good of an option as any so I grab my shoes and bike as well and we head out on a little ride. Even though the weather is still a little cooler than I would like, we enjoy rolling through the neighborhood. Inevitably, we ended up by the horses with Terran trying to feed them weeds. We took a few minutes to find ladybugs then headed home to have lunch. After lunch we both had a bowl of ice cream and I thought how I am living the stay-at-home mom dream. :)
Monday, May 25, 2015
Somehow Memorial Day always ends up being one of the best weekends! Maybe it's because it's unplanned then turns out surprisingly awesome, and maybe it's because it is a holiday where I truly reflect on what it means and feel so grateful, but the last few years it has been great. This year included a visit from Mom and Dad, Scott's 30th birthday BBQ, a yard sale, a spontaneous front porch (driveway) get together with our friends in the neighborhood, the Run of Remembrance, and a neighborhood BBQ.
Terran loved spending so much time with Zach and me that he decided to extend it into Tuesday with a sleepover in our bed. :)
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
I thought it might be fun to document a normal day in my life. So this was today (not every thing but a pretty good chunk):
12 am - went to bed after staying up to get a run in. I called it quits halfway through because my body was tired and it just wasn't worth sacrificing more sleep.
6 am - Terran wakes up earlier than anticipated and comes into my room. He sees my phone and say "show" and I don't really hesitate because I need more sleep. I spend the next hour trying to catch a few winks while adjusting his shows every 5-7 minites.
I finally decide he needs to get off the YouTube train shows, get out of his diaper, and get some breakfast. I throw on the first and easiest thing I find, lounge shorts and an old race shirt, step over his train tracks into the kitchen and notice that while I was changing he went potty in his froggy potty on his own. The "yay! Potty dance" ensues.
I open a bag of oatmeal and pour it into a bowl. He insists that it's his and I can't cook it, so I let him eat it dry and get him some yogurt. I make myself some ham and eggs, not because it sounds good, but because I think the ham is about to go bad and I hate the thought of wasting food. I'm trying to eat as I clean up Terran's yogurt mess. He then takes my yogurt and eats half of it, spitting out the mango chunks. Bon appetit!
Time to paint! I draw balloons on paper, then Terran paints them. I feel he is being mischievous, I look over, and he is painting his hands. He laughs and I smile but also remind him to only paint on paper.
It's only like 7:30 but he is ready to go out back. I open the door and try to force more breakfast down. Soon there is screaming so I run out there. It's just because the cement is cold and wet so all is well.
We start looking for bugs. We find a rolie polie and pick it up. It's fascinating to watch it curl into a ball, uncurl, and walk a little ways. Then it falls through the crack in the steps and I rush to find another. We see the neighbor cat walking around so we spend time stroking the kitty. I go in to clean up a bit, see the rest of my breakfast and take one more bite, and come back out when Terran yells "cmere" and wants to show me something.
I call our dental insurance to verify coverage. I call the DMV trying to track down where our registration stickers are. They get sent. I call our health insurance to discuss a referral from January that still hasn't been filed correctly. After months of back and forth about that ENT bill, I get it sorted out!
I make cupcakes for activity days later. Terran helps me taste test and says "dat's gooooood."
We eventually make it to the garage to get the lawn mower ready. I also get Terran's lawn mower ready by adding more bubble solution. It doesn't work. He is pretty distraught about it so I tell him to get on my back and we will mow together. We start off and he is squealing with laughter. He loves it for about two rows then decides to go play in a bush in our front mound as I almost finish the front yard. He has to help me dump the clippings in the garbage.
I mow the back and notice our neighbors across the street come out. Terran has quite an affection for them, so I tell him I saw Cal outside and he says "a-moo" (he thinks his name is Cow) and gets his shoes and tries to head over.
After making sure he checks for cars, I throw everything back in the garage and vaguely realize I haven't gotten ready and might look like a dude. I don't think Lacey will judge me too harshly so I head on over too.
We play and chat, seeing other friends and neighbors. We end up down at the Atkinson's.
Two hours later, after a poo accident and a tired and hungry child, we head back to the house. Terran has a meltdown since it's past naptime and he hasn't had lunch. He refuses to eat but we head to his room with a cup of half-water half-juice and another of milk. He screams a few more times and goes potty on the big potty and we are both really excited about it, then goes to sleep.
I sleep for about 16 minutes and once I wake up my mind starts thinking of all I could do if I don't sleep.
I frost the cupcakes and prepare stuff for activity days. I find out that I get to head up the activity. I try to motivate myself for my run. I fight for energy in my legs as I try to maintain an 8 min/mile. Every so often I take my headphones out to make sure Terran isn't crying. Around 4 miles in, I notice he came down the stairs, 40 minutes earlier than I expected. His first word is "choo", so I set up a show and explain I have to finish my workout. I'm only interrupted maybe four times as I finish. He starts being silly to get my attention. I grab him and we laugh. We go upstairs to play trains. I think about making dinner, then realize I haven't heard from Zach which means he probably isn't coming home. He was working "in the field" today.
I talk to my sister on the phone about new mom, new baby stuff. Then I realize I better get showered if I want to go to activity days clean. I wonder if I can trust Terran without a diaper on and decide I can. He went potty on his own during my shower. :) I get us both ready and make sure he gets bread and an apple before we go since there will be cupcakes and I want his belly to have something healthy in it.
We go to activity days and Terran's friend is there, so they play while I talk about modesty with the girls. Terran and Bridger snag a couple cupcakes. Jenn takes them out and keeps track of Terran. Unexpected blessing. Everything goes great and we head home, giving one of the girls I just met a ride home. We get out of the car and Terran jumps on his bike and is off. I succumb to the fact that dinner will have to wait a little longer and I eat another cupcake.
More time with Lacey and Cal, then with several other neighbors. Terran biffs it in the street trying to kick a ball, but after a quick hug he is off running again.
We finally head inside for the night and I make dinner. Three of Terran's favorites so he will hopefully get a full belly. He refuses two out of the three.
Tub time. He finally realizes he scratched up his knee really good when he fell and rolled in the street. I take him out of the tub crying and brush his teeth. He puts his head on my forehead. We touch noses and he gives me a huge smile.
Bedtime with stories, prayer, and snuggles. A song, a hug, a kiss, and he rolls over as I tickle his back. Then my babe is snoozing.
I'm tired but I want a minute of me time. I read an article on strengthening marriage then Zach calls. He is staying at Camp Williams. He tells me about his day of combat training and I tell him about Terran's potty training success. We chat and miss each other and say goodnight.
I write this blog post, wash my face, brush my teeth, and go to bed, thankful I did my workout earlier in the day.
A pretty good day if you ask me.
Monday, May 18, 2015
I got to the race a bit early and got to chat with the other pacers and get all ready. They were really friendly and I liked the environment. We were talking about being alone for part of the race since it was so small. I liked that for my first one, even though I didn't have much worry that I could get the time.
We started off and I had a group of about six or so people around me. I talked with one guy for about three miles. There was a small hill and most of the people fell behind. I was alone for a few miles, but every time I would pass or see someone I would encourage them and say good job. It was actually really hard for me to hold back on my pace. It seemed that my legs never really fired off like they would if I went a little faster, so it made them feel heavy and made the race feel harder in a way. It was also hillier than I anticipated, thought that was good since it was a training run for Ironman St. George. It was an out and back course so I was able to see a lot of people and cheer them on around the halfway point. On the way back, I was sticking around a group of five or so women. We all would pass each other back and forth. I was doing really good at sticking to the paces on my pace band. I got to talk with one lady for a few miles and we talked about pacing and our favorite races. The last three miles there were only a few people around me. One lady talked to me for a bit and I ended up leaving her behind a little. As we were going down the last two miles, she was only a little ways behind me so I tried to stay in her sight. This is where I was a little worried about hitting the right time. I looked right on, but I didn't want to make a mistake. The company wants you to be within thirty seconds of your pace, so I didn't want to be too fast or too slow.
That lady caught up to me and we pushed it to the finish. I knew we were right inside 2:10, so I kept the same pace and ran through the finish line with her ahead of me. 2:09:15. I was a few seconds too fast, but in the circumstance with running in with that lady and no one even close behind me, plus it was such a small race, I decided that was pretty good for my first time.
I ran a few more miles with another pacer, and then booked it home so that Zach could head out prairie dog hunting. It was a great time and I look forward to pacing again.
Oh, to be two and have your best friend live three doors down! Terran and Bridger have become such good friends that they somehow manage to play together every single day! Bridger is about seven months older than Terran. In the beginning, they really didn't care to play together. Terran liked tagging along with Bridger's older sister, Chloe, and Bridger did his own thing. As time went on, they became buds.
Bridger started coming down to our house, running and calling out for Terran. Terran would run and meet him on the sidewalk and they would stop and chat for a minute before commencing play time, whether that be looking for bugs or riding bikes.
Apparently, when Bridger wakes up each morning, he asks to play with Terran. If we are outside and Bridger isn't, Terran asks for him. Terran calls him "chee," which means "kid" usually but when he says it a certain way I know he is talking about Bridger.
Since Terran started potty training, Bridger had noticed. One morning he woke up and went to the bathroom and told his mom he wanted to be like Terran.
Jen (his mom) and I have now stopped three fistfights between them. Boys, right? It's been over bikes and bugs and who knows what else!
One of my favorite stories of those two happened outside. We were across the street at the Freeman's and Bridger came flying overwanting to pay. They played there with Cal for a few minutes then ended up walking back down to Bridger's. I kept an eye on them the whole way but wanted to give Terran a little space and freedom. They played in Bridger's garage for a moment and when I glanced back they were headed our way. One had a hunting rifle and the other had a machine Nerf gun. They were strolling down the neighborhood with a "nobody's gonna mess with us" air about them and I couldn't help but start laughing. Two little two year olds patrolling the neighborhood. :)
Every time we go out in public, people still comment on Terran's hair. How thick it is, how awesome, how no two year olds have that much hair, etc. It is getting a bit longer again and I love it. He sometimes lets me style it, but it's usually a quick job or I have to chase him around the house and just get what gel in it I can. He usually ends up with a messy style, but it's adorable and matches his adventurous personality. He absolutely hates when I wash it in the tub though. He cries and says "ow, ow, ow" the whole time.
He says I love you with his fingers, trying to do the sign language. :)
Terran loves to run and tuck and roll onto his bed at nighttime. He also likes to climb on his bookshelf and jump into his bed. Gotta get a little more crazy energy out right before bed...
Terran said "I love you" to me twice this past week, but refuses to say it on demand.
Terran and his buddy Bridger have now had three episodes of tempers mixed with pushing and balled fists. At two years old?
Speaking of tempers, Terran's has been shining through lately. Just tonight, he was kicking in the bathroom door because Zach had locked it and he wanted in!
Terran only eats the crust off pieces of bread. And it has to be the kind with seeds.
I geared up by making a potty chart and getting star stickers for it. I modeled it after numerous charts I found online. I also made sure to have a new kind of sweet treat that Terran would love but doesn't have very often (Skittles). We talked about using the potty and I started reading a Big Boy potty book I had gotten him last year sometime. I had a clear schedule and was trying to stay home as much as possible. We talked about it through the weekend and I started on Monday.
I told him how we weren't going to use diapers anymore and instead we were going to wear his train underwear and go potty in his froggy potty. I was getting everything ready for the day and he was in the basement and wet his pants a little. After that first instance, he did wonderfully. I took him to the potty every so often and he pretty much peed every time. He got a star for pulling down his undies, sitting on the potty, peeing on the potty, flushing the toilet and washing his hands. He loved it, and I didn't even use the treats yet.
The next day was just as great and I was really hoping things were going to be that easy. The second night it was almost bedtime and I was reading on the couch. Terran was playing with Zach and I thought to have him go potty, but I didn't act on it. Not even a minute later Terran peed in his undies. We cleaned it up and got ready for bed. Two days and only two accidents. I liked how things were going. He hadn't pooped yet, he somehow only did with a diaper so that was okay.
Wednesday I was just a bit late every time he had to go potty. I wasn't getting him to sit on it enough or we would be outside playing and he would get distracted and go in his undies. He also pooped in his underwear, and that wasn't very fun to clean up. He started fighting me when I would ask him to sit on the potty. Accident after accident and I was losing a little bit of hope.
The next few days were a little better, but not like the first two days. He would cry and scream sometimes when I was trying to get him to sit on the potty. Then I would basically bribe him to sit on the potty with treats, which he would, and then he would go. But after a few times, the bribing didn't really help either. The stars lost their luster after the second day. I think there were too many columns where he got too many stars so they really weren't special.I started getting frustrated and I am sure that emotion crept into my voice, even as I tried to be patience and explain things over and over.
Zach did really well to help him get into his undies and to go on the potty, but I think he also started getting frustrated with the accidents and the fight.
I bought pull ups and we tried those when we went out with some friends, but they leaked through on his first pee. It was weird, but I guess they are for when they are mostly potty trained and barely pee?? I don't know.
On Sunday he ended up in a diaper a lot with church and his nap, then in the evening he had several accidents, a few right in a row. Poop, pee, then poop again. That wasn't fun to clean up! I started wondering if we should wait longer. I have had many people they waited until three years old with their boys and it was easy. Or I had heard that if you try and it doesn't work to try again in a few months. I was considering this and after a couple accidents Zach came in and said he wasn't ready. But, I really wasn't quite ready to give up. Terran had actually made quite a bit of progress in understanding the concept. He would hold himself or dance a little when he needed to go. He was learning pulling up and pulling down his underwear. When he couldn't go on the potty he would say "it won't work." I think he might have been fighting sitting on the potty so much because many of those times he recognized that he didn't have to go. I decided I would try at least another week and see how it went.
I had read about potty training probably about a year ago and kind of went off of memory. Sunday night I read into it some and got a few new ideas, mainly that when we are home it means no pants. No undies, no diapers, just bare bottom. I decided to try that this week.
It is now Monday afternoon and he has been perfect. Zero accidents, several pees in the potty, when he had to toot he got really worried and ran to the potty. I figured he had to go poo, so we tried sitting on the potty three times for several minutes. He never went, but he didn't fight me about it and he didn't have an accident, so that is progress. He did run and get me a diaper for him to put on, which reinforced my idea that he had to go. But I explained again that when we are home he no longer wears diapers and they are only when we go to stores or places without potties. He tried to get me to put his diaper on one more time, I reexplained, and he accepted it. He loves flushing it down the toilet and does a good job washing his hands. One time he was outside playing, then he came running in looking for his potty. I grabbed it and he sat down and went. That was great! It was one of the few times he initiated going on the potty, but he has done that a few more times today. I am glad I am still trying. Hopefully this week just gets better instead of regressing as it goes on like last week.