Thursday, October 21, 2010

"Candy" is the magic word!

Candy!  Or as Riley would say, "tandy" since she pronounces her c's like t's.  Cale doesn't live at our house but Tale does. :)  Riley loves candy and it's worked as a bribery to get her to do almost anything.  If we want her to finish the rest of her dinner, sit still while I do her hair, lay down to get her clothes on, etc., we just bribe her with candy.  It works nearly every time and even though I know it won't work forever, I'm of the mindset that whatever works in the moment, DO IT.  Please hold your judgments for later.  

Backing up, we've been lightly trying to introduce the concept of going potty in the big girl potty for about six months.  We've had a little potty in the bathroom for nearly a year, just to get Cale and Riley used to the idea before we actually started talking about it.  Both Alex and I agreed that we wouldn't push the issue and that when they decided they were ready,  that's when we would be ready to teach and guide them.  As I started to see other kids that were Riley's age become interested in potty training, I would casually ask her if she wanted to try and go in the big girl potty.  Each and every time her answer would be a definite "NO!". Alrighty then.  After about six months of her refusing to even try, I began to think we would never rid our house of diapers.  

A few days ago Riley was laying down on the floor before bed, getting her diaper changed and her pajamas on, and I nonchalantly asked her if she wanted to start going potty like a big girl.  As per usual, she glared at me and said, "No!".  "But Riley, if you go potty in the big girl potty I'll give you a piece of caaannnnndyyyyy.".  

As soon as I said the word candy she jumped up, completely naked, and started running towards the bathroom.  She sat down on her little potty and with just a little bit of coaxing she finally went to the bathroom for the very first time!  Alex, Cale, and I were all there to cheer and clap for her, which she absolutely loved, and after she was finished she promptly demanded candy.  Well, the only problem was that I was so used to her refusing to even try using the potty that I said I'd give her candy without thinking about the fact that we didn't have any candy...not even one tiny piece of chocolate anywhere in our house.

Whoops.

Thankfully, the promise of going to the candy store the next day was good enough and she continued to show interest in the potty even though her mom had lied about the rewards straight to her face.  Being very brave (and probably very stupid) I put big girl panties on her the following morning to go to the candy store.  She picked out several different kinds of jelly beans and although we still put her in diapers for bedtime, I've been putting her in big girl underwear and we really haven't had too many accidents and she's been very good about telling us when she has to go.  We've truly lucked out with this kid and potty training isn't nearly the nightmare I had created it to be in my head.  

That isn't the best part, though.

Since we've been spending a good portion of our days in the bathroom, Cale is usually present for most of our trips to the potty.  He's been watching Riley, helping her flush, getting the toilet paper for her, and clapping for her when she's done.  He seems to be very interested in the whole process and has even asked to sit on the little potty with Riley. :)  With Cale's undefined motor delays we aren't entirely sure he can feel the sensation of having to go to the bathroom.  We think he can but since he can't tell us we have no sure way of knowing.  He has major constipation issues and so it's blatantly obvious when he has to go number two, so I'm assuming he can feel that sensation.  Yesterday while he was squatting on the floor, in his diaper mind you, he shot up and headed toward the bathroom as fast as he could go.  We followed him in and he was pointing to the potty.  I undressed him and plopped him on the potty, not really expecting anything but mainly just humoring him.  To my complete surprise he actually went!  Riley was there and clapped for him and said, "Good job, Tale!".  Cale was so proud of himself and thoroughly enjoyed the process of wiping and flushing. :)  Even better, though, Cale walked out of the bathroom and signed the word candy.  Well, as most of you know Cale isn't able to eat candy.  He's never even tried it.  Again, I decided to humor him and gave him one tiny jellybean.  Once he put it in his mouth I could see he was a bit scared but he refused to panic and tried to chew it instead.  About two or three minutes later he opened his mouth and signed all done!

Holy crap!  Cale just told us he had to go the bathroom, he went, AND ate a piece of candy!  Three firsts in the matter of five minutes!


I learned a few important lessons yesterday.  One was that I should never, ever underestimate Cale's abilities.  He is more aware of the things going on around him than I even am.  He desires so much to be like everybody else and I'm learning more and more everyday that he is just like everybody else.  I've said this before but even though he appears to be different on the outside, he truly is a typical toddler.  There's nothing better in this world than watching him figure things out and surprising us with his newfound knowledge.  This kid is going places.

Since yesterday Cale has eaten an entire piece of Hershey's miniature candy and two more jellybeans.  As any normal child, he's discovered that candy is really good and I can already see that we've probably created a monster.  At this point I am just so proud that he's able to participate in normal kid indulgences that I'll give him all the candy he wants.  As my mom put it, there's always the option of dentures to fall back on. :)

So I have one child in the midst of potty training and another who is in the very beginning stages, which pretty much means I will be spending the majority of my days in the bathroom.  The good news is that our bathrooms will be sparkling clean since there really isn't much else to do while they each spend about half an hour on the potty at a time.

They are their father's children.  



Thursday, October 7, 2010

Five years in the making...

According to Alex's and my plans when we first got married, we should just now be starting to talk about having kids.

Funny.

This Friday Alex and I will celebrate our five-year wedding anniversary.  I can still remember that day as if it were just yesterday.  Cliche.  But true.  What a beautiful fall day it was to marry the man of my dreams!

Although I didn't see it then, I would definitely agree that the first year of marriage is the hardest.  For me, it was extremely difficult to let go of the expectations I thought marriage would fulfill.  It was saddening to learn that marriage wasn't all "little house on the prairie" kind of stuff.  Marriage was, and is, hard.  But oh so worth it!  It's only gotten better since that first year, and thanks to the kind of man I married, I can't wait for the next fifty! :)


I knew I was marrying a great man when I said "I do" but I had no idea just how great of a man he would turn out to be.  He loves me with all his soul and devotes his life to the Lord and to our kids.  He's an amazing father, the kind that gets on the floor to play with them rather than watching them from his seat on the couch.  He's committed to his family and you can see that in nearly every aspect of his daily life.  Every action is for his family.  He's forgiving, selfless, loyal, loving, hard-working, and those are just a FEW of his very best qualities.  He truly is a one-of-a-kind gem and I'm so glad I was the one to find him.

So what do we have to show for the five years we've been married?  Lots of arguments and make-ups, many tears but more laughs, two "holy crap there's two pink lines" moments, a small apartment with no air-conditioning, two wonderful houses, and 1,825 mornings of waking up to the best man in the world.  It's gone by incredibly fast and even though we're not where in the place we had planned for when we first got married, it's the only place I want to be.

We are able to celebrate, thanks to my mom and sister who are driving from Billings to watch Cale and Riley, by taking off for a couple of nights to Quinn's Hot Springs.  Neither of us have been there and don't really know anybody that has, which means Alex is totally jumping out of his comfort zone and being spontaneous.  I have no idea what we're going to do but I'm so excited, for two reasons.  One, two nights away from the kids is like a mini-vacation and two, the kids have been driving me insane the past couple of days which means this break could not have come at a better time.  We can sleep in without being woke by a little girl demanding chocolate milk and Curious George.  We can go to bed without making sure a little boy has his two little ropes, his monkey, and his favorite blanket.  And we can lie down to go to sleep without listening to Riley cry about not having both of her nee-nees (favorite blankets), her big pig, her little pig, her elephant, her hammer, her microphone, her big blanket, her princess night-light, and her two other night-lights placed strategically across the room.  Yes, she really does need all of that to go to sleep.  Alex and I have indeed created a monster.  Good luck to my mom and sister. :)

And yet, even though I'm so looking forward to getting away with my husband, I will no doubt be itching to return to our chaotic and stressful life.  Five years and we've already created something wonderful and magical - OUR LIFE.

I love you, Alex.  Thank for you for the five years you've given me with you.  You're one amazing man and I'm so lucky to be married to you!  

Monday, October 4, 2010

Trying my very best to be sensitive here

Based on my experience with Cale, grief comes in waves.  Some waves are small, easy to deal with, just barely getting your toes wet.  Other waves can be huge, enveloping your whole body and churning you underneath the water until you feel like you can't hold your breath for one more second.  And other waves are simply waves; they roll in, get you wet, and then roll back out again.

I never thought losing a baby to miscarriage would be anything like that.  I just assumed it would be one of those huge waves that takes you under water until you feel like you can't hold your breath for one more second, and then it would release you into the fresh, oxygenated air.  This weekend, though, I realized that even this type of grief can show up at any time, in any form, completely unannounced.

On Saturday my friend had a baby shower for her new baby boy that is to arrive at the end of October.  I've known about the shower for quite some time and have had multiple discussions with my husband, and even my therapist about whether or not I should go.  They both agreed that it would be healthy for me to go, and maybe even easy.  The whole night before the shower and then the morning of, I had a huge pit of anxiety rolling around in my stomach.  I was irritable and snappy towards my husband and kids and I couldn't really pinpoint an exact good reason.  I just wanted to go to the shower and get it over with.

The shower itself was fine.  My best friend who hosted it did a wonderful job and everything was beautifully set up.  The mother-to-be looked glowing and everyone was excited to finally celebrate this baby boy she has been carrying for nine months.  Naturally, I am a very compassionate, empathetic, and cheerful person but I know none of those qualities exuded themselves that day.  For reasons I can't even explain, I started tearing up while the mom began opening up her gifts.  Seeing the tiny clothes and fun teething toys just hit me and no matter how hard I tried to stop them, the tears started welling in my eyes.

"I hate this, Erica.  Stop it!  You're here to support your friend, not be the downer of the party."  I truly was embarrassed by my emotions and after I realized that I wasn't going to be able to fake my way through the rest of the shower, I quietly made my exit.

As soon as I got home I decided to go for a run because exercise generally makes me happy.  And it did, for a brief moment.

Sunday must have been the compilation of everything that had gone on the day before.  I was exhausted; not just tired, but completely and utterly lacking of any reserve of energy.  I cried multiple times throughout the day and never could quite fully explain to my husband what was going on.  How can you explain something to someone when you yourself don't even understand it?  I hate the person I was yesterday and to be honest, I just want the sadness to go away so I can go on being the Erica I am proud of.  I don't want to have to go to bed at 7:00 just to escape the sadness.

I just want my life back, as if that baby never started to grow inside of me in the first place...as if I never had the chance to start loving it before it was taken from us.