Ingrid is finally going to the potty! I knew that we had at least 4 days where one of us would be with her, so on Wednesday morning, I decided after I took off Ingrid's wet diaper from the night before, that I wasn't going to put it back on. I told her this...and she went to the potty!! Two days later, she's still going (albeit with a pull up during the night and when we go out in public...but she still asks to go to the potty before she goes!)! Hooray! Only one pack of diapers from here on out! She's such a smart kid. I'm so proud of her.
I'm sure it's a little wierd to some of you that I'm putting this on the Internet, but I know a few of you will be hitting this time of life soon, so I thought I'd share it... I texted my sisters and hubby as soon as she successfully went to the potty--complete with a picture! Hey, you've gotta celebrate the little things in life!
I started out having her sit on the potty while she watched Sesame Street. I gave her popcorn to eat and we talked and laughed and played. The potty was a fun place to sit! Then, I started giving her full glasses of chocolate soy milk to get her to have to pee... When Sesame Street was over (and she hadn't peed yet...), We turned the timer on (timers are our friends... :) ) and for 5 minutes, she sat on the potty and for 5 minutes we played catch or dolls or something. Then the potty again. This kept her mind on the potty so she didn't forget about it. I had to help her the first time, but after she peed on the floor twice and I didn't make a big deal over making a mistake, she started going by herself!
At first, I kept her underwear off completely to make it easier, but then I let her get out the Sesame Street underwear that Gramma Camra had given her a while ago and she didn't find it too hard to figure out. And I weeded out that she was afraid that she would make a mistake and wasn't sure how I'd react. I watched her face change from trembly chin to a big smile when I told her that it was OK that she hadn't made it the first time. Amazing to think what an impact a mother can have on her daughter's outlook on life. Kinda scary...No, REALLY scary...
Who knew you could be so proud of your little girl because she went pee?
So, she's at home with Papa today as I'm in Fairmont teaching and seems to be doing just fine. I hope we've turned a corner... Now, the big P word (Poo...). We'll have to see how that goes... I've heard it's not exactly the same deal as going #1. (I keep thinking there should be a way to play with words here, but nothing's coming to me...) More to come on that. :)
Well, my little angel boy is now over 7 months old! He had been sick so much last month that I decided to wait until he was completely better to get him his shots for his 6 month check-up. So, at 7 months, we went to Dr. Garrett. Here are his stats. [Drumroll, please....]
He's gained 2 1/2 pounds -- he's 17 1/2 lbs now!
He's grown 3 1/2 inches! -- he's 27 inches long!
(we're thinking he got a little hawthorne in him--Andrew's Mom's side...They're tall and skinny.)
Dr. Garrett says that she's going to stay on his good side because he's going to be a big boy.
Yesterday was such a BEAUTIFUL day in McHenry. And the grass is plush and green outside our apartment, so we sat Rowan in the sun to give him some Vitamin D...and I got some great pics! He loved wiggling his toes in the grass and pulling it out. He didn't like laying on his tummy, though... Anyway, enjoy!
I don't know what he thought he lost, but he was looking all over for it... :)
Here's a pic of Rowan and his silly big sister -- you can see how tall he is compared to Ingrid...Those pants are supposed to be long legged pants, not high-waters! :)