the potty training update

I can't remember how much I've written about the potty training here and I am way to lazy to go through my archives to find out. So I'll just do a quick recap.

look at me diaper free in the park!


Riding my bike diaper free!


We started the potty training on W a couple of weeks ago. The first little while it was an uphill battle with me sitting him on the toilet and him holding it in until he got off the toilet and then he's pee on the floor. That went on for a bit and I was feeling very discouraged.
Then one day he started peeing in the bathtub so I told him no we don't pee in the bath and I picked him up and put him on the toilet and he peed there so I gave lots of praise and stickers and clapping and stuff. He was very excited and for the next week or so he peed on the potty at least once every day and we only had a few accidents on the floor.

Det finns inget dåligt väder, bara dåliga kläder!

For the past week or so he has barely worn diapers at all during the time he's awake and we've only had two accidents on the floor and a lot of pee pee and poo poo on the potty. Yesterday I even took him to the park for a little over an hour without a diaper and today we went out splashing in the puddles diaper-less too! And no accidents.

Happy in the rain.

Even when he wears a diaper these days he very rarely pees in it he just kind of holds it in until I put him on the potty.

All that water and no accidents!

Next step is to get him to go on the potty by himself without me putting him there but one step at a time.

it all happened so fast

Tomorrow my tiny little baby (who's already closing in on two and a half) will do his first ever half day of our daycare solution. He will be picked up at 9 am and be returned in time for lunch. I think I'm fine with it but I'm not sure. I have never left him with a stranger like that before and I have met T (his Montessori teacher who is awesome and great) and W loves her and I'm sure she'll take good care of him but regardless I feel scared.

Me and J have been fighting a lot about this these past few days out of stress and fear and stuff. It all happened so fast and lets face it I don't have a job yet so do we really need daycare 3 days a week? Well in all honesty we don't but if we don't take this opportunity now it will most likely go away and I think it will be good for W to spend some time with other kids and another person who's not me or J or family. We might just end up paying for 3 days but sending him 2.

Tomorrow is the day my little man will go off on his own and spend some hours away from us for the first time and I'm sure I will cry a little.

work in progress

I have this post I have been trying to write for about a week now and it just doesn't come together the way I want it to so I will have to keep you hanging for a little while longer.

In other news we have solved our daycare situation and it's great. I will tell you more about it as it gets more solid.

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one of those days

The other day me and W had one of those days, you know the ones... where your kid wakes up at 5 am, then is impossible all day because he's tired.
Well we had one of those days.
W woke up at 5 am we got up tried to make the morning nice by going and getting croissants and W cried the whole way and wanted to be carried (he weighs 17 kg which is about 37 lbs).
Then he didn't want to eat...

Tantrum!

We went out for a walk on Mont-Royal since the street was blocked of to traffic and W ran all the way. At every street crossing when I asked him to hold my hand to cross...

Tantrum!

Come lunchtime he was so tired he was barely able to focus his eyes so he cried until I put him down for his nap. A short 1h 45 minutes later he woke up again and started crying straight away for no reason. When I finally got him calm and fed him a snack I decided we needed to go out for a bit. I wanted to give W a chance to try out his tricycle properly since he is a bit finicky about it. I took him and the tricycle to the schoolyard down the block and let him loose.

He did not want to sit on the bike.

He dragged the poor bike around the schoolyard on it's side and managed to scratch it up pretty badly and he insisted on trying to tip it over on its side just to say "Look Mamma it fell!" and "Wake up tricycle!". After a little while I had enough of his destructive ways with the trike and told him to at least try to ride it.

Tantrum!

Then he tried to escape out of the schoolyard and on to the street. I told him no and closed the gate.

Tantrum!

Then he decided that his primary mode of transportation should no longer be walking upright but instead walking on his knees and thereby scratching up the knees of his jeans and the tops of his shoes. When I told him to please, pretty, pretty, please don't do that...

Tantrum!

We were having one of those days when there is just not enough patience in the world and the two year old is simply terribly two and impossible.

August part 3

Here's the third and final part of the August three part series...

At the end of the month we decided to rediscover our city so me, J and W walked down to the Old Port in Montreal. It's is so beautiful down there and every time I go I end up wondering why I don't go all the time. W skipped and ran and played and took huge steps and tiny steps and Iron Giant steps while we walked along the waterfront.

Stopping only to look at the boats. We found a giant yacht from South Africa in one of the harbors.

We walked around Park LaFontaine and when W got difficult I put him on my shoulders and we trotted along the tree lined paths. We stopped for picnic by the playground and W and J fed nuts to a squirrel that got a little to unafraid of us for my taste. We found a hurt bird and tried to call the SPCA to help it only to find out that they don't serve our part of the city.

We took beautiful J with us and walked up Mount Royal and looked at the view of our beautiful city. After we visited the Saint-Laurent street market and the kid POP festival.

August was all in all a beautiful month and that is probably the reason why I didn't blog much.

August part 2

Here's part two in my three part series on August...

...the day came when we once again visited Kenzo our hairdresser. W know Kenzo very well and he loves Kenzo or he at least jokes about loving Kenzo when his Grand-Maman plays a game with him where she says "Amour..." and all of her grand-kids answer "Grand-Maman!" well all but W who on most days will answer "Amour Kenzo!" So off to Kenzo we went and told him to cut it off! And he did. Well not all of it he left some in the front successfully giving W the same haircut that the guy I had a crush on when I was 10 had.

Over the summer our tap in the bathroom broke leaving us with either constantly running cold water or no cold water at all until J's dad W's Grand-Papa came to our rescue. W was very willing to help out so three generations of men/boys spent an evening fixing the tap.

We also took J with us to the park a couple of times here we are in the Old-Port playing away.

W is showing off all of his new awesome fall clothes because the last week or so of August was surprisingly cool especially compared to the 35-45°C (95-113°F) we had to put up with for the first half.

August also saw the return of some old friend and somewhat new friends and the beginning of school.

continued tomorrow with the final part of the series.

August part 1

In an attempt to make up for not posting more frequently I have made a three part series about the month of August that I will be posting for the next three days. So here's part one...

Upon returning from a wonderful holiday in Sweden we attended W's cousin F's 9th birthday party. We played with water, ate cake and had lots of fun.

We also spent a lot of time in the park, every day pretty much. We stole other people's sand toys, had ours stolen and endured horrific tantrums every time while leaving. We even had a man in the street telling W to "Listen to your mother" (he said "Écoute ta Maman" but since I presume most of you don't speak la langue Français I translated it for you) when he was wailing and kicking me. W took no notice and continued his cries for lastbil lastbil (truck truck) meaning the toy truck that he had stolen from a kid in the park.

W also found a nice cat at the park and the nice cat climbed trees so W wanted to climb trees too. He climbed a couple but it was too hard so we had to settle for a lamp post since it has a nice ledge you can balance on.
We also enjoyed lots of ice-cream and belly laughs and wind through our hair until...
continued tomorrow in part 2