Note: Group photo by Flying Flamingo Fotographie.

Friday, September 23, 2011

potty business...

While I am not formally "potty training" The Goose at the moment, I do exploit any interest she has in the toilet with excitement and encouragement... After all, she is my last one in diapers & it will be a happy day when we no longer have that expense. Changing poopy pants isn't exactly fun either, right?

So yesterday, The Goose decided to barge into the bathroom while I was in the shower. Uh oh... we all know this means trouble! (If you are new here, go through the older posts until you find the story about the mascara wand being used for a toilet bowl brush... It's one of her best.)

In attempt to distract her from all of my cosmetic goodies, I let her brush her teeth. This is one of her favorite things to do &  it usually keeps her busy for awhile. (I'm thinking at least until I get done with my shower.)  All was going well, until I hear the toilet lid... Oh crap. Oh crap.... what did she throw in there?

In that split second, I am imagining all sorts of items she could have tossed in & simultaneously remembering the mascara incident. (yes, I am scarred over that one.) So I pop my head out to see what kind of  "cosmetic soup" she was cooking up in the toilet and.....


Surprise!... She was trying to sit on the potty! Ding Ding Ding.... a perfect potty training opportunity and I am stuck in the shower. Go figure. Not wanting her to get hurt, I told her.... "Why don't you sit on the frog (pictured below) and go potty?" And she says "Ok!.....Mom." (She always has a long pause in between what she tells you and your name, which cracks me up!)

So she moves over to the frog potty as I stick my head back under the shower to rinse all of the soap out of my hair... I am thinking, Yes! This kid is so smart, she's going to potty train herself.

Clearly, she had the right idea, but is a little misinformed...

After a quick rinse, I poke my head back out & there is The Goose.... Slightly straddling the frog potty, and sticking out her tummy & would-be boy parts...."Goin peeeee....Mama!" she tell me ever so proudly, as it's running down her legs.

Ummm...I guess this is what happens when a plucky little girl has three big brothers! Oh lord, I was laughing so hard, my stomach was hurting... So even though I had a lovely puddle to clean up off  the bathroom floor, I'm counting this as progress!

If you have a funny potty training story, I'd love to read it! Have a great weekend friends!

Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Goose And The Broken Eggs....

I have few words for this....

The irony is that we were all watching Problem Child 2 when she toddled in to grab a brand new carton of eggs... Is that a bad omen? I wonder if that movie with the adorable little girl with the huge frown gave my little Goose some inspiration? Like that's all she needs!

Needless to say, I have shiny floors and a ton of towels to wash. (Yep, it's been one of those days.)

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

With fall starting to settle in, The Goose has been catching some extra Z's in the morning... which is a nice treat in comparison to the 5 a.m. ~footsteps trucking down the hall~ alarm, that woke me nearly every morning this summer. Oh yeah, 5 a.m. & right in the middle of that perfect sleep. Thank goodness for coffee, or I would be a zombie.

The extra time has been nice this school year, as I have 3 little boys to get ready. Thank goodness for Boo's help, or we would never get out the door! So naturally, without a peep from The Goose this morning, I am trucking along the morning routine thinking she's sound asleep...Until I get to the kitchen & hear giggles bounding down the stairs from The Goose's room. Uh Oh. This usually means trouble. And then I hear a second voice...

Her dear brother Munchie Brown (technically, his name is Chase, but we rarely go by names around here!) had decided to sneak upstairs and wake her up. Lil stinker. So I hear them, full of chatter & giggles... and decided to give them a few minutes since they were obviously working on something big. (I at least want to get dressed before opening the door and discovering whatever disaster was awaiting me!)

So after I'm decent, I head over to The Goose's room, ready to fling the door open & catch my little turkeys by surprise. There is nothing better than the faces they make when they get busted right in the middle of doing something rotten!

Thankfully, they heard my footsteps & beat me to the punch. The Goose comes running out the door, excitedly stomping her feet in this little jiggy dance, and she says "MOM!! Tea Party, eat Cookies!" Munchie Brown isn't far behind her & he says "Mama, we made you a tea party."

It's complete with a candlestick and everything. Isn't this the sweetest thing ever?.....