You might remember that a few months ago I wrote a moving blog post about that under appreciated little eating utensil known as the spork.
Well, my son has taken this to a whole new level.
Introducing, the Dino Fork!
My son, using a dinosaur tail to eat his food. Inventive!
Ya, I know. My kid is an absolute genius!
This is my son and his father disassembling his tricyle. Bear in mind, I asked him to tighten the handlebars, not remove them.
“I can ride my bike with no handlebars…”
And here is the song that should play in your head when you see the picture above: “Handlebars” by Flobots. The song starts slow, but builds to the end. And there are some great/silly lyrics in it. “I can take apart the remote control, and I can almost put it back together…”
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Picking up dog poop is very degrading. I think that when I see my neighbor scooping his dog’s poop. I feel degraded when I scoop up the poop in my yard, twice as much as what my neighbor has (Dave poop & Parker poop). What is that saying dog’s have? “Who is the real Master? You pick up MY poop.”
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To add to this humiliation at being janitor to my canines, the other day my toddler sat in his Cozy Coupe and supervised me while I scooped. He made me feel like I was completing community service and he was my prison warden. I should have given him my cap gun so that he could take me down if I decided to make a run for it.
The warden & his chase vehicle
In a few weeks I am dog sitting a wonderful dog, except for one thing–HE POOPS! Just like my two existing dogs! So my backyard poo will go up…um, 33% maybe? I don’t know the math, but you get the idea. Hopefully my husband will have mowed the lawn by then, so long grass will no longer be my problem. By late-October, leaves will be my problem, falling and burying all the poo.
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After the leaves, comes the snow.
Before I got a dog, I was like “I can’t wait to have a dog. It will be so worth having to pick up her poo.” And it was. With one dog.
Dave: Please some treats…so that I may make you more poop?
Then my husband got a dog. I thought we would take turns scooping the poop. No such luck. I tried to make a deal, figuring that dog pick-up duty and balancing the checkbook were the two most despised jobs in our home. But no such luck. My husband won’t perform either of those tasks.
Parker, thinking about asking to go out to poo
The fear of the dogs tracking poo into the house and my need (and my son’s) to freely walk in our backyard keep me diligent about keeping it picked up. Well…once a week anyway…
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W-O-W. . .How do I teach my dog to do that?
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My son, M, is now 21 months old. I have started to try to potty train him. So far, I have been highly unsuccessful.
He has his own little potty. He loves to take it apart (no surprise, see post Like Father, Like Son). I tried making him stay seated on it while I read him stories. I found when he got up off the potty is when he would actually pee-pee. In the corner, or next to the potty. Anywhere but in the potty.
Now M doesn’t want to sit on it. He wants to wander around the bathroom with no diaper on or sit on my lap (must be more comfy than the potty). While his baby butt is adorable, we really aren’t getting any closer to getting this done.
I have a theory. And since this is my first child and I have only potty-trained (i.e. housebroken) my Lab-Chow mix Dave, it really is just a random theory. I believe that to potty train a kid, they have to be old enough to understand what you are trying to accomplish. But I also believe you have to train them before they are old enough to decide not to do what you are asking of them, just to spite you. From the stories my mom tells, she makes it sound like I was the latter.
Plus, everyone says it is easier to potty train when you are at home to devote time to it. I am definitely at home with time right now. And fearing my unemployment will run out at the end of the year, I need to get him trained before I have to return to work. And I could wait longer to go to work if I didn’t have to spend money on diapers.
I feel like if I could get over this child development hurdle, it would be smooth sailing from here on out. Because I am a first time parent and I am just that naive. I haven’t gotten within spitting distance of the terrible twos or terrible threes yet. But the two things that worried me most before I ever got pregnant were changing diapers and potty-training. Hmmm. I sense a theme here.
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I learned that my totally cute and adorable son, M, can do something I never imagined–be ugly.
He has been sick since Tuesday night. It took a pediatrician and then the ER to tell us he has strep throat. So, his temperament has been very ugly all week due to his illness. Then adding insult to injury, my husband gave him a horrible haircut on Saturday. My husband argued with me for a good couple hours before he relented that yes, my son does now look like a monk. To top it off, as we were at the ER of one of the best children’s hospitals in the country, M broke out in a weird red rash. The ER docs said that was just something that comes along sometimes with a fever. My mom thinks it is the measles. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t like it. There is nothing uglier than a crying boy who is all rashy with a monk haircut:(
While attempting to entertain my ailing tyke, I also learned that Thomas is a very bad tank engine. In one hour long movie, he causes an old trestle bridge to collapse, knocks down a brick tower, derails (I think there is one of these in every episode), and ended up in an abandoned flooded mine floating along.
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