If Only He Would Potty Train Himself!

I tried to start potty training Jackson last year, but he still had a lot of pain from his hypospadias repair and I didn’t want to push him into it. By the time that he turned 3 this spring, most of his pain seemed to be gone and I figured we should probably start working on potty training.

It started out slow, but he seems to be catching on. Most of the time Jackson wants to use the big toilet because “Daddy doesn’t use the little toilet”. Sometimes he’s too busy playing to go into the bathroom so I bring his little toilet out into the family room for him.

Tuesday was one of those days.

It was 2:30 and I was rushing around getting the house cleaned up for a showing at 3:00 so I brought Jackson’s toilet out into the family room for him. I had just finished what I was doing when I heard Jackson say, “Mama! I peed on the toilet!”

I turned around to see him holding the toilet bowl and, in what seemed to be slow motion, he slowly lifted it up to show me that it was almost full. The only problem was that as he lifted it up he tipped it towards himself and the entire thing spilled down the front of his shirt and around his feet.

As I ran toward him trying to stop it from happening, he dropped the toilet bowl on the floor in front of him. It landed face down spilling every last drop onto the carpet as Jackson stared down at his shirt, horrified.

We were both horrified.

Needless to say, every last drop soaked into the carpet. We had to leave before the showing, so I sprayed some carpet cleaner and tried to blot it up as best as I could, but the carpet was still damp when we left.

Father’s Day Weekend

Okay, not all of these pictures are from this past weekend. In fact, you may have already seen some of these, but in light of yesterday being Father’s Day, I wanted to post some pictures of Seth and both of our dads. I couldn’t ask for a kinder, gentler, sweeter dad for our kids.
Seth always makes the boys and I a priority – even if it means that he has to pass up on something that he would rather have or do.

I like this picture just because the blue glove on his hand looks so creepy.

Happy Father’s Day to my dad too! I had a great example of what a dadshould be like in him.

Happy Father’s Day to Dale too! Seth definitely had a good role model (although we need to talk about all the chips, popcorn, and brats that Tucker “tucked” away at the game!) 🙂

Speaking of game: Dale and Collette had tickets to the Twins game on Saturday so Jackson and Tucker got to take in their very first baseball game.
You can probably tell from the pictures that theywerecompletely enthralled.

See? We had the hardest time getting them to look at the camera!

In the chaos that usually surrounds us on the weekends that we go to Dale and Collette’s we forgot Tucker’s shoes so we bought some sandals on the way to the game.
We call them his “Jesus of Nazareth” sandals.

Jackson wore Seth’s hat and guess what? It fitsboth of them. Surprise, surprise.

I included a picture of the game just to prove that we really were at a Twins game 🙂

The woman wearing a blue shirt in this picture used to babysit Joe Mauer. When the Twins were behind, her little twin boys helped Jackson turn his hat inside out to a rally cap.

The Twins were behind by two, but they had one on base and the last hit looked like a home run until the very last minute.
The ball didn’t quite make it over the fence and an outfielder caught it.
Of course, I didn’t realize that the ball had been caught, so I kept right on cheering with Jackson and telling him that his rally cap worked. Going on and on about the home run as the people around us started walking out and the woman in the blue shirt gave me weird looks. Finally, Seth leaned over and said, “Um, you do know that the Twins lost, right?”