Apr 9, 2015

let them be little method of potty training

A pediatrician in Oklahoma has a theory about potty training.  I know he's from Oklahoma and we have to forgive him for that.  Especially as a Texan, it's hard to trust advice from Oklahoma.  But basically, I'm in love with his potty training method.
 
 
He doesn't give it a name. It is just one short PDF
 
 
Before I describe his method, which I think I am going to adopt around these parts.  I have to confess that I am pretty much terrified of potty training two little boys at once. Let's repeat that.
 
TWO. BOYS. AT ONE TIME. 
 
Nothing about parenting, even parenting preemie twins, has intimidated me as much as the idea of potty training.  I know my boys are NO WHERE near ready for potty training yet. When I ask Davy if he needs a diaper he always says "No" even when I can clearly smell him. Tripp is a bit more compliant and will occasionally tell me he needs a diaper, but it's rare.  For the most part, the boys could care less if they are poopy and even less if they are wet.  (JMac is another story.  The baby hates to be wet!) 
 
I have gotten comments by outsiders about having three in diapers.  Comments that I "should" potty train the twins now. That they are too old for diapers. That my life would be easier.  Lots of opinion on what I "should" do.  Luckily, I'm the mom not these outsiders.  And I get to decide what I do.
 
So, I'm not potty training them.
 
I'm adopting the "Let Them Be Little" method of potty training. 
 
I am going to let my two year old twins stay young.  I'm not going to force them into anything.  I'm not going to confine myself to the house for a week and try and force it. I'm not going to take them to the potty on a schedule every hour for three days.  I'm not going to spend money on pull-ups.  I am going to wait.
 
  • I will be okay with diapers.  I won't make them an issue in our household.  If my child is in diapers it is okay. If all three of my kids are in diapers, well that's okay too. (It better be okay!  All three are in diapers!) 
  • I won't force the potty. The potty won't be something we have to do. It won't be a punishment.  It won't take away from the fun of the day. We have two potties.  They are sitting on the floor of the bathroom. They are rarely used.
  • In fact, the potty will be fun.  It will be awesome. It will exciting.  The boys are allowed to sit on their potties and read book.  I am trying to make it a fun part of the day.  The reality is right now, the potties just sit there. But maybe someday they'll be fun?
  • When they are ready.  Really ready. Tell me they are ready.  We will take away diapers. 
 
The average age for a boy to train is 39 months. This includes all those parents who push potty training and do it before age two.  So I know that we will be in diapers until AT LEAST age three.  And maybe even until four. And I'm accepting that.
 
So all you nay-sayers: This is the way it's going to be in my house.  My boys will choose when they are ready to use the potty. I have no doubt they will train before Kindergarten. I really hope they train in time for pre-school since a lot of the good schools don't change diapers. But we'll see. 
 
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Apr 7, 2015

I can cross having a gun pointed at me off my bucket list.

I can cross having a gun pointed at me off my bucket list. Not that it was ever there.

 

Everything and, more importantly, everyone, is alright. But, let's start this little tale at the beginning.

 

This morning was a bit hectic. Davy's sausage was too hot and he needed "mommy blow" and then a few minutes later he needed "more hot sausage." Apparently sausage patties have a small window of perfect eating temperature and we missed it. James needed to eat a roll (with baked in dairy! Woohoo dairy challenge!) and Tripp kept trying to steal his food. The dog refused to come back inside. And I just threw my hands up in the air, loaded the car and headed to the gym.

Just like every other day, I sat in the alley to make sure the garage went down and then I was on my way. Without shoes for my kids. Because it was that kind of morning.

After the gym, we run a few errands and head home.

I pull into the driveway and the garage is up and the door is WIDE open.

I keep my cool. No panicking here. I lock the kids in the car, pre-dial 911 and walk I to the laundry room.

I shout "Hello? I'm going to call the police!" thinking I would scare off any would be robber. I hear a noise. (In hindsight it was a tiny little nothing noise. In the moment it was a terrifying crash.)

I turn to leave the house but before I make it I hear "Who are you?" and see...

 

A police officer with his gun on me.

 

My heart jumped through my chest. I panicked. Lots of panic. Although my heart rate apparently didn't spike as high as it felt like it did.

And then I was so thankful for the awesome police officers who patrol our neighborhood. The DPD sent two patrol cars to my house who cleared the whole house (did I mention we left after our horrible morning with bagel crumbs still on the table? Embarassing!) and checked in every closet. They verified I was the homeowner and nothing was missing. They calmed me down. One of the officers stood by my car in the driveway with my kids so they were protected and not alone out there. The officers were amazing.

They were so wonderful and so nice! In fact, when they left Tripp and Davy asked for "more nice man." Did I mention how thankful I am for the amazing men and women of the Dallas Police Department?

The media is full of stories of police misconduct and judgement errors, but the truth is MOST police are good folks with servants hearts who are called to serve us and our communities. They deserve our thanks and our respect. So, thank you Dallas police!

 

 

So what happened? Well, our garage didn't close all the way. It is getting to about 3 inches off of the ground and then reversing. So even though I thought I watched the garage go down, it didn't. And then the wind blew our door open. Nothing exciting. And since the dog refused to come inside this morning, I don't even have a 7lb dog playing frogger on Abrams (a 6 lane road) again.

 

For my local friends, we were the fourth house DPD had responded to today in our area with doors blown in from the wind, so check your locks. It's gusty out there!

 

Apr 6, 2015

We were crazy. This is crazier.

It's a Crazy Cass Life.  But apparently not crazy enough! Take one mama with three baby boys, a husband, a dog, and a PhD and go ahead and add in some crazy lash selling. Yep. I have entered the world of direct sales. 


So, what am I selling?

Do you all remember WAY back in August when I blogged about this awesome new makeup I found? My love affair with Younique continued. In fact since August, I have replaced my entire makeup drawer with new makeup!


Younique makeup is all naturally based. It is never tested on animals. It is high quality, hypoallergenic makeup. And I'm hooked.

In fact, I am so hooked that I took a huge step this week and I am now selling it. 

I would love to help you learn more about this awesome company and amazing makeup. Ask me anything! Or better yet, hit up this Facebook event and click join. I am giving away a 3D Fiber Lash Mascara to one lucky person who "joins" the party!

 Click here if you would like to browse a catalogue and see what Younique offers. 

Would you like to place an order?  You can do that here!