Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Someone's been sleeping in my bed

a lot. He's been sneaking in even when we're not there yet. Last night he looked so sweet. I ran back downstairs and grabbed my camera and took pictures of him for about five minutes. He changed positions about fifteen times and was singing about dinosaurs at one point, but he never once opened his eyes!

Although I do prefer sleeping alone (with Brad), part of me feels really sad when I think about the fact that one day, the thought of climbing into bed with mommy, will never cross his mind.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

No more "Frustracation"?

Yesterday morning Sam went poop on the potty.

There was absolutely no drama.
No screaming.
No yelling.
No crying.
He did it again in the afternoon.
No drama.

This morning?
Yup, he did it.

This afternoon while Cooper was over playing?

He went inside and pooped. I didn't even know it was happening until he yelled, "Mom, I need you!" out the bathroom window.

I've been praising him like crazy.
And when I asked him today what finally made him want to poop on the potty, he replied, "Mom, I just didn't want you being fustracated at me any more.

I hope he means it.

Friday, July 25, 2008

It's no wonder she hates my camera...

When Grace sees me with my camera she says "Cheese!" and looks the other way.
It drives me crazy.
When I uploaded these the other day, I had an epiphany of sorts....
I'd probably hate cameras too...
if every single time I was in distress....
someone just stood there taking pictures.
Wouldn't you?
Will I stop?
Not likely.
This is eight minutes later when she was full recovered from this latest trauma.

Saturday, July 19, 2008


Yesterday I finally met my sister Michelle's 7 week old son Levi. They just moved to Maine (only an hour and 15 minutes from me!) where her husbandGil will be going to medical school at the University of New England.

Welcome Levi! You are so precious and I look forward to getting to know you and watching you grow.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Thoughts on poop

Five years ago, if someone had told me that there would be a time when thoughts and conversations would be full of poop, laxatives and dirty underwear, I wouldn't have believed it. If someone had told me that I would someday stand in the bathroom with my finger in my sons butt trying to keep a suppository in place, I would have found it unimaginable. If someone had told me that there was such a thing as Potty School, I wouldn't have understood that it could ever really be necessary. But that's where I am. That's my life right now.

We are on day eight of "a healthy drink" (Miralax) and day two of a double dose. When we went to the doctor yesterday to get the staples out of Sam's head, he could not believe that Sam had not yet pooped. He'd never heard of anyone on Miralax being able to hold it that long. When I described the daily drama of Sam sitting on the toilet screaming at least ten times a day, he had no words of advice. When I told him I feel trapped in our house because Sam has "smears" in his pants fifteen times a day, he laughed at the fact that Sam calls it a "smear". When I expressed my concern that he is scaring Grace and that I am going to have the same issue with her when it comes time to potty train he agreed. He couldn't fix it though. He just told me to double the dose.

I don't know what to do. I don't know why he is so afraid. It's so irrational, but so real. He is truly terrified to poop on the potty. He thinks he's going to throw up. He says it hurts and that the toilet is too high. He acknowledges that nothing bad has ever happened when he's done it before, but it doesn't click.

Although I have a background in child development and psychology, and the doctor has assured me that I am doing everything right, I really fear that I am messing this kid up. I don't understand the block. I don't understand or know what to do with a little boy who will willingly trade his brand new two wheel bicycle and all of his favorite toys for a diaper and then never even ask to use them.

I feel awful. He's breaking my heart but I don't feel like I can back down. At this point, it's a huge power struggle and I am just as stubborn and determined to win as he. I also feel like I have a very slight advantage in that I am not the one walking around with ten days worth the poop in me....

So that's what we're up to. Fun huh?

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Somewhat ridiculous...

but I can't help but wish I was going to see them in concert. What could be more fun than a bunch of 30 something mommies acting like they are 15 again while a bunch of guys who are pushing 40 dance and sing?

Anyone with me on this?

Oh, and did you see the girls with the mini skirt and shorts on? Her legs look exactly like mine. It was like looking in the mirror

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Flour, sugar and staples in your head

Last Thursday, Sam decided that it would be fun to try to swing from the door of the jelly cupboard in our kitchen. In his own words, "I tried to swing on the door."

"You did what?"

I just stood up on the chair and grabbed the door. Then I took one foot of the chair and then I just letted go."

This is what happened when he "letted go".

I know that it could have been much worse than a big mess and three more staples in his head. However, after three hours in the ER, cleaning this up was the very last thing I felt like doing. Five pounds of sugar, five pounds of flour, a broken planter, two broken canister lids, a broken picture frame and a jar of spaghetti sauce and a whole bunch of canned goods splattered with blood...

(In case anyone is keeping track, this was our second set of staples in 8 weeks. I'm pretty sure, we will get a social worker if it happens again.)

Tuesday, July 15, 2008


Taking MiraLAX for five days, sitting on the potty for an hour with the equivalent of Hershey's syrup dripping from your rear, and managing to not poop.

Next step.

Children's Hospital Potty School.


Tuesday, July 8, 2008

He's Four

Happy Birthday my little Sam man!

Despite the fact that I keep asking you to stay little, you keep getting bigger. I really wish that you would listen better! You've changed so much in the last year. Other than the fact that you still poop in a diaper, there really isn't much that is "babyish" about you anymore. You use words like actually and supposedly (but you also say "Lady pop" and "Lemolaid". You can dress yourself. You don't want to eat off of your plastic Elmo plate anymore. You still love trucks and anything that moves, but your interests are expanding. Dinosaurs and The Land Before Time movies are your latest faves.

You are a great big brother. Gracie is very lucky that she will always have you to watch out for her. I know that sometimes she drives you crazy, but you always do such a good job sharing with her and teaching her how to do things. I love watching you play together.

You run everywhere you go and have more more energy than anyone I have ever met. You are faster and more coordinated than any of your friends, and you know it. While I wouldn't say you are humble, you are most definitely very gentle and thoughtful. You have a very tender heart and I am so proud of you.

I hope that no matter how big you are, you always know that your mommy loves you. You will always be my best buddy.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Anita Coco

As we were sitting down for dinner the other night, Brad mentioned a woman that we know. Anita Coco.

Sam looked up from his chicken and rice with a hopeful expression on his face. "I need a cocoa too!"

Then yesterday U2's Beautiful Day came on while we were driving to the grocery store. I started singing.

"Mommy, how do you know this song? I never heard it before."

"Sam, this is U2. Quite possibly, the greatest band ever."

"Oh, it's about me? Is it about you too?"