The Potty Blues

The time has come to see if we can make this potty thing happen for real. I cannot break the bank on diapers forever. LL used this plan to potty train her kid in TWO DAYS. I kid you not.
We started on Saturday. Here's a synopsis.

Day 1- Child pees in the toilet twice. Refuses to pee in the toilet seven times. Wets the bed during nap time. Pees on the couch. No poop.
Day 2- Child pees in the toilet four times. Refuses to pee in the toilet six times. Wets the bed during nap time. Pees in the stroller once. Poops herself. Nugget of poo rolls out of her pant leg onto the kitchen floor. Eats dirt (irrelevant). Learns that "an accident" is not a happy surprise we celebrate. Cries.
Day 3- Child pees herself twice within the breakfast hour. Again seems to think that an "accident" is a happy surprise. She will not be convinced otherwise. Pees in the toilet after I read her eight Elmo books. Fatigue sets in. I drop her off at LL's house.

Sorry guys, due to aforementioned perverts, there will be no more pictures of Ceci on her potty.

*UPDATE! Child pees herself twice in two hours at LL's house. Is now asleep in a diaper. I am open to suggestions! Is this child not ready?

This Moment

This moment. A Friday ritual. A single photo- no words- capturing a moment from the week. A single, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. Inspired by Soule Mama.

Hello, old friends.

Well hello, remember me? I'm the lady with the blog you used to read every now and then. And then I disappeared. I'd like to explain what happened, and maybe try blogging again.
So here goes, for those of you that don't spill their guts on a blog, let me explain something. You can look at the dashboard of your blog and see who's reading, and also, how they found you. It's neat, because you can see that people across the U.S. and the world have stumbled across your little patch of self-indulgence and stayed for a while. Cool right?
Anyway, many, many months back I wrote a post about potty training my daughter. I posted a goofy picture of Ceci standing over the potty, grinning and looking very proud of herself. She wasn't wearing any pants. I guess I'm an idiot, but it did not occur to me that this was a bad, no, a TERRIBLE idea.
So as I was looking at my blog dashboard many months back, I noticed that someone found my blog by searching the words "child crotch". And the Internet led them to a picture of my naked kid. And they looked at it for several minutes.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that this blog would open expose my child to a pedophile. But that's what I did. And I freaked out. I considered deleting the entire blog. I decided not to, because this blog has so many memories and stories and photos that mean a lot to me. I documented a lot of my life here, and I did not want to erase that. So I erased that picture of Ceci, of course, and took some time off. I don't want to go into the disgust and the hurt here. It's obvious, I guess. But I think I want to pick this up again, and be more prudent about what I share. What do you think?

This Moment

This moment. A Friday ritual. A single photo- no words- capturing a moment from the week. A single, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. Inspired by Soule Mama.

Hello, are you out there? I know I've been gone for a long time. There is a good reason why I disappeared, and I think I'd like to explain. I miss blogging, so stay tuned, I think I'm coming back.