I've been telling my kids since I felt they could comprehend it, "If you can read, you can do anything". It's true. Think about it. Back during slavery, they wouldn't allow the slaves to have access to books or learn to read for fear they would become educated. It was a way of keeping control. So I explain to them, "if you can read, you can do anything".
Well they are six now and while we've been working hard with them, reading to them forever as well as working with them on spelling, sounding out words, etc, you can't push it. If you push it, they can become frustrated and shut down. Then they'll see it as more of a chore and not learn to enjoy reading. As a parent or as anyone who is teaching someone something, you really have to walk that fine line of knowing when to push someone and when to back off.
Well, it turns out that Mitch can read. We'd be walking in a store and he would just point to a sign and read it. Or we'd be at the kitchen table and he would point to a magazine and read a few words. Turns out, that while at parent teacher conferences a little ways back, his teacher gave us a list of words each Kindergartner should know by the end of the school year. He knows them all. I'm not saying he's reading novels or anything, but this is a child who hasn't exactly done things on what we would call the "normal" timetable. He never crawled. He didn't walk until he was 19 months old. He was about 6 before being fully potty-trained. Granted the kid has had it a little rough, so we were thinking more often than not he would do whatever it was at his own pace. Well, I'm glad if something was relatively accelerated, it was this.
And he's excited about it too. A new book from school every week and he's excited to read it at night. We get them both new books all the time and they make it part of their routine before going to sleep to make sure we read at least 1 book. And, now that Mitch is doing well reading and how much praise he's getting, Max is starting to step up his game.
So hopefully, perhaps by the end of the calendar year they'll be reading books to us instead of the other way around. And once that happens, it's a whole new world.
Update: I wrote this awhile ago and never posted it. Since then, Max is definitely better at reading, but just shy about reading out loud. Mitch however will read out loud to himself or to anyone. He'll read anything including magazines, shopping circulars, it doesn't matter. He actually calms down at night but taking out his flashlight and reading a book to himself, out loud before going to bed. I couldn't be more proud.
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Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 13, 2014
I keep forgetting..
You started to sing that Michael McDonald song, didn't you? Go on, admit it.. Sorry about that..
Anyway, remember in Austin Powers, International Man of Mystery where Austin sleeps with the Italian bird Alotta, Alotta Fagina? And when he tells Vanessa she explains to him he's going to be very lonely. Austin then spends the entire night drinking Tab so he can stay awake and tries to figure out everything he's missed in the last 30 years.. He's missed a lot including the fall of the Berlin Wall, the end of apartheid and the US putting a man on the moon.
Well, that's where this post comes in. One of the boys is keeping a Night Sky Journal and at the end of the month each child will compare their Night Sky Journal to what they see in the sky during the day. Cool idea. I just wish it was the fall or spring so it wasn't so damn cold out when we're standing out there looking at the sky.. But I digress..
We're charting the phases of the moon so he can see how they change as the month progresses.. And we look at some of the constellations and talk about what he sees. Currently the most notable fascination is with Orion the Hunter and his infamous belt. So we go back in and draw, color and write down what we see.
As we're looking up at the sky the other night, I hear "I'm going go to the moon one day". I said ok, you can become an astronaut. Did you know we've actually walked on the moon? They must have gotten whiplash with how quickly their heads spun around and like a minion asked "whaaaaaat?" I said yeah, on July 20th, 1969 (and no I did not have to look that up; Mr. Macini, my Space and Astronomy teacher in 9th grade did a really good job) Neil Armstrong became the first human being ever to walk on the moon. And after him there were 11 other people who walked on the moon. They thought that was the coolest thing ever. (Another cool fun fact is that my uncle was one of the engineers who worked on the guidance system of the Saturn V rocket that took Apollo 11 to the moon. True story)
But as parents we need to remember that our kids don't know everything we know (contrary to what they think). There are the obvious things like walking, feeding themselves, potty training, etc that we clearly need to teach them (see previous blog called Blank Slate).. But the other cool stuff like we've walked on the moon that we take that knowledge for granted, they have no idea. You just never know what information about which subject is going to pique their interest. And then you never know where that may lead. Information is power. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f_DPrSEOEo
Anyway, remember in Austin Powers, International Man of Mystery where Austin sleeps with the Italian bird Alotta, Alotta Fagina? And when he tells Vanessa she explains to him he's going to be very lonely. Austin then spends the entire night drinking Tab so he can stay awake and tries to figure out everything he's missed in the last 30 years.. He's missed a lot including the fall of the Berlin Wall, the end of apartheid and the US putting a man on the moon.
Well, that's where this post comes in. One of the boys is keeping a Night Sky Journal and at the end of the month each child will compare their Night Sky Journal to what they see in the sky during the day. Cool idea. I just wish it was the fall or spring so it wasn't so damn cold out when we're standing out there looking at the sky.. But I digress..
We're charting the phases of the moon so he can see how they change as the month progresses.. And we look at some of the constellations and talk about what he sees. Currently the most notable fascination is with Orion the Hunter and his infamous belt. So we go back in and draw, color and write down what we see.
As we're looking up at the sky the other night, I hear "I'm going go to the moon one day". I said ok, you can become an astronaut. Did you know we've actually walked on the moon? They must have gotten whiplash with how quickly their heads spun around and like a minion asked "whaaaaaat?" I said yeah, on July 20th, 1969 (and no I did not have to look that up; Mr. Macini, my Space and Astronomy teacher in 9th grade did a really good job) Neil Armstrong became the first human being ever to walk on the moon. And after him there were 11 other people who walked on the moon. They thought that was the coolest thing ever. (Another cool fun fact is that my uncle was one of the engineers who worked on the guidance system of the Saturn V rocket that took Apollo 11 to the moon. True story)
But as parents we need to remember that our kids don't know everything we know (contrary to what they think). There are the obvious things like walking, feeding themselves, potty training, etc that we clearly need to teach them (see previous blog called Blank Slate).. But the other cool stuff like we've walked on the moon that we take that knowledge for granted, they have no idea. You just never know what information about which subject is going to pique their interest. And then you never know where that may lead. Information is power. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f_DPrSEOEo
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Spoiled
So my job comes with some perks like sporting event tickets, concerts, restaurant gift certificates, etc.. But this perk I got on my own.
I won a weekend stay at a Hilton Hotel in Philadelphia from a raffle. Coincidentally enough, I happen to know the manager of the hotel. My family and I were heading down to NY for our annual cousins weekend and then we were going to continue on to Philadelphia for a family vacation. We'd do some historical tours in Philly, take in a Phillies game, go to the zoo, etc. But we needed to change the raffle award to weeknights instead of a weekend to accommodate the dates we would be there.
I was not only able to get a great deal on 3 nights at the hotel, but got upgraded to a suite. So when we finally got to the hotel, we walk in and to the right was a small kitchen, to the left an enormous bathroom and a King size bed. There were couches, chairs and a work area as well. Then, we took the boys to the adjoining room which was to be theirs. They found a TV, a bathroom and a queen size bed all for them! Needless to say they were super psyched. That was also the weekend that Douglas started pooping in the potty.. I doubt there's any correlation, but you never know.
The reason for the back story is because that was the first time they had ever been to a hotel. Just like the first time they ever gone to a Red Sox game, they were in a luxury box. (They're first Bruins game was in a box too). They literally ate their way through 4 innings of the game and we practically had to roll them out to the car. I hope they don't think that every sporting event is like that..
So we were in NY recently for my twin cousins' Bat Mitzvah and we were staying in a hotel. We opened up the door to the room which was just a standard room with 2 queen beds, etc, nothing fancy. Immediately, we hear:
Daniel: "Where are you guys sleeping"?
Douglas: "Where's the kitchen"?
Ugh.. Looks like I have some un-spoiling to do..
I won a weekend stay at a Hilton Hotel in Philadelphia from a raffle. Coincidentally enough, I happen to know the manager of the hotel. My family and I were heading down to NY for our annual cousins weekend and then we were going to continue on to Philadelphia for a family vacation. We'd do some historical tours in Philly, take in a Phillies game, go to the zoo, etc. But we needed to change the raffle award to weeknights instead of a weekend to accommodate the dates we would be there.
I was not only able to get a great deal on 3 nights at the hotel, but got upgraded to a suite. So when we finally got to the hotel, we walk in and to the right was a small kitchen, to the left an enormous bathroom and a King size bed. There were couches, chairs and a work area as well. Then, we took the boys to the adjoining room which was to be theirs. They found a TV, a bathroom and a queen size bed all for them! Needless to say they were super psyched. That was also the weekend that Douglas started pooping in the potty.. I doubt there's any correlation, but you never know.
The reason for the back story is because that was the first time they had ever been to a hotel. Just like the first time they ever gone to a Red Sox game, they were in a luxury box. (They're first Bruins game was in a box too). They literally ate their way through 4 innings of the game and we practically had to roll them out to the car. I hope they don't think that every sporting event is like that..
So we were in NY recently for my twin cousins' Bat Mitzvah and we were staying in a hotel. We opened up the door to the room which was just a standard room with 2 queen beds, etc, nothing fancy. Immediately, we hear:
Daniel: "Where are you guys sleeping"?
Douglas: "Where's the kitchen"?
Ugh.. Looks like I have some un-spoiling to do..
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Explosion!
Not sure how many people that are reading this watch How I Met Your Mother, but recently there was an episode where Marshall and Lilly's son Marvin had a huge poop explosion. Anyone who is a parent has probably had this happen. My story is a little different.
The boys were still in the NICU at Brigham and Women's and we were spending one of the many Sunday's we spent at the hospital in the fall of 2007. They had finally been moved to NICU A, which was a step up from NICU B. It meant they weren't as critical which is always a good thing. There was also a little more room as there weren't as many isolettes.
They were still very young, about 8 weeks old or so I would guess (my memory of that time is a little fuzzy). Amy was over hanging out with Daniel and I was with Douglas. And of course, as luck would have it, it was time to change him. So of course I get everything prepared and open up the isolette. Now that they were in NICU A we didn't have to reach through these holes anymore. We could actually just open up the side of the isolette and put our whole arms in which was nice.
So I had everything prepared for the changing. I had the new diaper under the old one, wipes next to me all set to go. Now at this point, they weren't even in regular diapers. They were in these things called wee-pees. I'm not joking, they were so small because they boys were only about 4 pounds or so each, their bodies would have just been swallowed by a regular diaper. So I take off the tabs on the sides of the dirty diaper and lift up his legs to remove and.......
SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!!!
That is my best attempt at onomatopoeia.. He unloaded this vile, green and brown fecal matter everywhere and it just wouldn't stop!! I mean all over my arm, the floor, the entire isolette, the wires, the monitor that was monitoring his heart rate, BP, O2 levels, etc.. Literally everywhere it could possibly be, it was.. So I'm standing there with poop all over the place trying not to yell for someone to help because you need to keep your voices down while in the NICU.. So I'm yelling at the highest level I can, which is about a normal talking level.. nurse... Nurse.. NURSE!! Finally I just couldn't deal anymore and a nurse came over and immediately doubled over in laughter.. Yeah, real funny.. although, I'm sure it had happened to her before which is probably why she was laughing.. She knew what it felt like..
So a janitor was called to clean up the floor and take the isolette away and have it hosed down.. Douglas had a quick bath while a new isolette was retrieved and set up. I cleaned up, but we left shortly thereafter.
Let's just say, we made sure there was always a nurse around every time we changed him from then on.
Looking on the bright side, changing diapers for many years for two boys, I was never ever once peed on. So I have that going for me.
The boys were still in the NICU at Brigham and Women's and we were spending one of the many Sunday's we spent at the hospital in the fall of 2007. They had finally been moved to NICU A, which was a step up from NICU B. It meant they weren't as critical which is always a good thing. There was also a little more room as there weren't as many isolettes.
They were still very young, about 8 weeks old or so I would guess (my memory of that time is a little fuzzy). Amy was over hanging out with Daniel and I was with Douglas. And of course, as luck would have it, it was time to change him. So of course I get everything prepared and open up the isolette. Now that they were in NICU A we didn't have to reach through these holes anymore. We could actually just open up the side of the isolette and put our whole arms in which was nice.
So I had everything prepared for the changing. I had the new diaper under the old one, wipes next to me all set to go. Now at this point, they weren't even in regular diapers. They were in these things called wee-pees. I'm not joking, they were so small because they boys were only about 4 pounds or so each, their bodies would have just been swallowed by a regular diaper. So I take off the tabs on the sides of the dirty diaper and lift up his legs to remove and.......
SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!!!
That is my best attempt at onomatopoeia.. He unloaded this vile, green and brown fecal matter everywhere and it just wouldn't stop!! I mean all over my arm, the floor, the entire isolette, the wires, the monitor that was monitoring his heart rate, BP, O2 levels, etc.. Literally everywhere it could possibly be, it was.. So I'm standing there with poop all over the place trying not to yell for someone to help because you need to keep your voices down while in the NICU.. So I'm yelling at the highest level I can, which is about a normal talking level.. nurse... Nurse.. NURSE!! Finally I just couldn't deal anymore and a nurse came over and immediately doubled over in laughter.. Yeah, real funny.. although, I'm sure it had happened to her before which is probably why she was laughing.. She knew what it felt like..
So a janitor was called to clean up the floor and take the isolette away and have it hosed down.. Douglas had a quick bath while a new isolette was retrieved and set up. I cleaned up, but we left shortly thereafter.
Let's just say, we made sure there was always a nurse around every time we changed him from then on.
Looking on the bright side, changing diapers for many years for two boys, I was never ever once peed on. So I have that going for me.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Reflection
This blog is usually pretty light-hearted, but unfortunately sometimes I need to be serious.
Everyone has problems and/or issues with their kids.. No one's child is perfect (although we all like to believe so). Trust me, I know. Medical issues started with my kids while they were still in the womb! Some children have difficulty eating, some have chronic illnesses, learning disabilities, and other issues that we believe are so awful that we become so stressed about them and they start to take over our daily lives. Not to make light of anything (I never would), but in many ways a lot of these issues are manageable whether via medicine, therapy or just good old fashioned time where the child will grow out of whatever it is.
However I heard some news yesterday about a friend's daughter that really threw me for a loop. Losing a child is quite possibly the worst thing I can think of right now. I don't know what I would do.
Thankfully they are persevering with help from friends, family and loved ones and coping the best they can with this obviously unimaginable tragedy.
So the next time you find yourself complaining about your child's issues whether it be not pooping in the potty, having trouble walking, or anything else, know that it more often than not will get better. The reason is because each day is another opportunity.
Now go hug your kids and tell them you love them.
Everyone has problems and/or issues with their kids.. No one's child is perfect (although we all like to believe so). Trust me, I know. Medical issues started with my kids while they were still in the womb! Some children have difficulty eating, some have chronic illnesses, learning disabilities, and other issues that we believe are so awful that we become so stressed about them and they start to take over our daily lives. Not to make light of anything (I never would), but in many ways a lot of these issues are manageable whether via medicine, therapy or just good old fashioned time where the child will grow out of whatever it is.
However I heard some news yesterday about a friend's daughter that really threw me for a loop. Losing a child is quite possibly the worst thing I can think of right now. I don't know what I would do.
Thankfully they are persevering with help from friends, family and loved ones and coping the best they can with this obviously unimaginable tragedy.
So the next time you find yourself complaining about your child's issues whether it be not pooping in the potty, having trouble walking, or anything else, know that it more often than not will get better. The reason is because each day is another opportunity.
Now go hug your kids and tell them you love them.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Independence Day
I don't get it.. The kid that is able to do everything, yet doesn't.. Douglas is that kid.. I know positively 100% that this kid can do everything I am asking him to do in order to be more self-sufficient and he just picks and chooses.. Ridiculously frustrating.
Perhaps I got a glimpse into the mind of the Kraken the other tonight. After staying up late to watch a movie (9p), they went up to brush their teeth and go to sleep. Takes no time at all and I'm downstairs. About 25 minutes later Douglas is asking for some water. So I actually go upstairs reluctantly and help him instead of asking him to do it himself (which I know he can do). I didn't want to wake Daniel up. So I give him the cup and he stands on the step stool.
I said, can you turn this on? And at first he said no (but not just a regular no it was that drawn out 7 syllable no that seems like it lasts an eternity).. But, I figured he is so tired I I would try asking him again and, be-grudgingly he said, yeah.. But it wasn't just a regular yeah.. It was the "I'm so disappointed in myself because now he's on to me" kind of yeah... He then proceeds to turn on the faucet and fill his cup all by himself.
Well did I just get a glimpse into the mind of the Kraken and is he starting to break? Or is he just messing with my head a la Stewie Griffin? I sure hope it's the former because I can't deal with all those song and dance numbers..
Perhaps I got a glimpse into the mind of the Kraken the other tonight. After staying up late to watch a movie (9p), they went up to brush their teeth and go to sleep. Takes no time at all and I'm downstairs. About 25 minutes later Douglas is asking for some water. So I actually go upstairs reluctantly and help him instead of asking him to do it himself (which I know he can do). I didn't want to wake Daniel up. So I give him the cup and he stands on the step stool.
I said, can you turn this on? And at first he said no (but not just a regular no it was that drawn out 7 syllable no that seems like it lasts an eternity).. But, I figured he is so tired I I would try asking him again and, be-grudgingly he said, yeah.. But it wasn't just a regular yeah.. It was the "I'm so disappointed in myself because now he's on to me" kind of yeah... He then proceeds to turn on the faucet and fill his cup all by himself.
Well did I just get a glimpse into the mind of the Kraken and is he starting to break? Or is he just messing with my head a la Stewie Griffin? I sure hope it's the former because I can't deal with all those song and dance numbers..
Monday, December 19, 2011
The Perfect Day
Boys, it's time to get up! The Daniel and Douglas 500 has begun!!
Both kids hop out of bed with the anticipation of a great day ahead. They go potty all by themselves, including washing and drying their hands completely. They both handle getting dressed with no issues or whining, including those pesky socks. They head back into the bathroom to brush their teeth themselves. Now I'm starting to get curious.
They head downstairs and get bagels for breakfast. I help them spread the cream cheese and pour the milk. They eat and chat with no problems or spills. After they're finished they bring their plates and cups into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Now I'm starting to get intrigued.
They then put on their sneakers and I help them tie their shoes (they are still 4 after all). They put on their coats (including zippers), gloves and hats and get into the car. They buckle themselves in with no problems. Now I'm starting to get worried.
I make it to school right on time. They unbuckle themselves, grab their lunches from the front seat and head into school. They hang up their jackets on the proper hooks and put their lunches away. They give a cursory wave and say goodbye daddy as they dive into some legos.
I come home from work and the boys are already quietly eating dinner. After dinner it's upstairs and into the bath. There's no whining, no fighting, they willingly go into the bath and play. No problems washing and getting them into pajamas and all ready for bed. We read a few books and then they climb into bed, cover themselves and are out as soon as their heads hit the pillows. We shut the door and quietly say good night, but they are already asleep.
We look at each other in amazement and wonder if this was in fact the perfect d..
EH! EH! EH! EH! EH! EH! EH! EH! SMACK!!!
Oh, it's 6am already? I shut off my alarm realizing that the perfect day was all a dream.
Ladies and Gentle-cars! It's time for today's Daniel and Douglas 500!!!
Boys, Start Your Engines!!!
Douglas : "Va-Roooooooooooom"!!!
Daniel : "Ugh".. Proceeds to roll over..
Yeah, that's more like it.
Both kids hop out of bed with the anticipation of a great day ahead. They go potty all by themselves, including washing and drying their hands completely. They both handle getting dressed with no issues or whining, including those pesky socks. They head back into the bathroom to brush their teeth themselves. Now I'm starting to get curious.
They head downstairs and get bagels for breakfast. I help them spread the cream cheese and pour the milk. They eat and chat with no problems or spills. After they're finished they bring their plates and cups into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Now I'm starting to get intrigued.
They then put on their sneakers and I help them tie their shoes (they are still 4 after all). They put on their coats (including zippers), gloves and hats and get into the car. They buckle themselves in with no problems. Now I'm starting to get worried.
I make it to school right on time. They unbuckle themselves, grab their lunches from the front seat and head into school. They hang up their jackets on the proper hooks and put their lunches away. They give a cursory wave and say goodbye daddy as they dive into some legos.
I come home from work and the boys are already quietly eating dinner. After dinner it's upstairs and into the bath. There's no whining, no fighting, they willingly go into the bath and play. No problems washing and getting them into pajamas and all ready for bed. We read a few books and then they climb into bed, cover themselves and are out as soon as their heads hit the pillows. We shut the door and quietly say good night, but they are already asleep.
We look at each other in amazement and wonder if this was in fact the perfect d..
EH! EH! EH! EH! EH! EH! EH! EH! SMACK!!!
Oh, it's 6am already? I shut off my alarm realizing that the perfect day was all a dream.
Ladies and Gentle-cars! It's time for today's Daniel and Douglas 500!!!
Boys, Start Your Engines!!!
Douglas : "Va-Roooooooooooom"!!!
Daniel : "Ugh".. Proceeds to roll over..
Yeah, that's more like it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
The Cheng Du Conundrum
So recently I went to go visit my friend Terrence who was in from the west coast.. It was a last minute decision to go as my wife had an appointment after work and I was going to be home with the boys.. I thought, why not.. I'll just pick them up from school and take them to the restaurant. He's never met them before and would love to meet them..
Now, let's back up and refresh.. Max is completely potty trained.. I mean, this kid is 1 step away from wiping his own butt.. It is truly a miracle, and not one of those "I saw Jesus in my grilled cheese" kind of miracles.. But we were seriously starting to believe that Max was going to be the first child in the history of the world to graduate high school still wearing pull ups.. And then, one day, it clicked.. Thank God..
Now, Mitch on the other hand is a different story.. He peed in the potty first and has been doing that consistently pretty well without too many accidents for over a year now.. It's the pooping he has a slight problem with.. Sometimes he'll tell us he has to poop, sometimes he doesn't. More often than not he just seems to slide away out of view and we don't notice what's going on until Max comes over and says "Mommy/Daddy (one word) Mitch is pooping".. And sure enough, he is.. I don't know if it's a twin thing or what, but more often than not he's right..
Fast forward to after work.. I pick up the boys from school and head to the restaurant. Now, since I came directly from work and this was a spur of the moment thing, I do not have the diaper bag. Repeat, do NOT have the diaper bag.. This would normally have such items as, oh, I don't know, extra pull ups and wipes.. These are two very important items to have when one of your children is not fully potty trained. He had already pooped twice that day however so I wasn't too concerned about him pooping again..
What's that old law from that guy Murphy? Yes, that one..
Inevitably, Mitch has to go potty while we are in the restaurant. I figure, great he told me, we'll go, he'll be fine.. Yeah well, he told me had to go potty, which he did.. But he neglected to tell me that he had already pooped.. What do I do? I have no extra pull ups, I have no wipes, I have no extra underwear..
So I wet a bunch of paper towels and wiped him till he's clean. And then Mitch learned a new phrase to add to his already extensive language: Going Commando
Now, let's back up and refresh.. Max is completely potty trained.. I mean, this kid is 1 step away from wiping his own butt.. It is truly a miracle, and not one of those "I saw Jesus in my grilled cheese" kind of miracles.. But we were seriously starting to believe that Max was going to be the first child in the history of the world to graduate high school still wearing pull ups.. And then, one day, it clicked.. Thank God..
Now, Mitch on the other hand is a different story.. He peed in the potty first and has been doing that consistently pretty well without too many accidents for over a year now.. It's the pooping he has a slight problem with.. Sometimes he'll tell us he has to poop, sometimes he doesn't. More often than not he just seems to slide away out of view and we don't notice what's going on until Max comes over and says "Mommy/Daddy (one word) Mitch is pooping".. And sure enough, he is.. I don't know if it's a twin thing or what, but more often than not he's right..
Fast forward to after work.. I pick up the boys from school and head to the restaurant. Now, since I came directly from work and this was a spur of the moment thing, I do not have the diaper bag. Repeat, do NOT have the diaper bag.. This would normally have such items as, oh, I don't know, extra pull ups and wipes.. These are two very important items to have when one of your children is not fully potty trained. He had already pooped twice that day however so I wasn't too concerned about him pooping again..
What's that old law from that guy Murphy? Yes, that one..
Inevitably, Mitch has to go potty while we are in the restaurant. I figure, great he told me, we'll go, he'll be fine.. Yeah well, he told me had to go potty, which he did.. But he neglected to tell me that he had already pooped.. What do I do? I have no extra pull ups, I have no wipes, I have no extra underwear..
So I wet a bunch of paper towels and wiped him till he's clean. And then Mitch learned a new phrase to add to his already extensive language: Going Commando
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