One down, One to Go...Again

So, Jack is potty trained pretty well - no accidents since Saturday and he's dry through naps, no stickers required. I still diaper the kid for bedtime as I need to steal as much sleep as possible during the night time hours - I say that as all the kids are asleep and I'm blogging. Eh, anyway, I have a dry and clean Jack this week thankfully and wouldn't you know it, Isaac has hit a wonderful bed wetting phase. I know bed wetting is something all parents are suppose to stop and analyse the kid, the kid's surroundings, and so on. I honestly just think the little booger gets cold when he gets up at night to pee and the stubborn thing (don't know where on earth he gets it from!) tries to hold out until morning. He lasts until usually the wee wee (pun intended) hours of the morning then springs a leak. The commotion of a naked Isaac waking me to ask for underwear and the shuffling of bedding that his leak causes usually wakes Noah, who in turn wants to eat, then B's alarm goes off and I'm awake. Tired, awake and looking at another pile of smelly bedding to wash.

I've tried cash rewards (a dime a night for a dry bed and a dry little boy) and I've tried candy and lots of it. I've tried peer pressure (don't ask) and I've tried sister pressure ("I never pee in my bed," Sophia boasts to her brother as we haul the smelly bedding downstairs to be washed again). And, I've tried the cheerleader approach and the disappointed parent approach - both with the same results...a wet bed. So, I wave my white flag - surrender!!! Tomorrow, B is going to buy those bed wetting underwear that are advertised constantly on TV these days. I'm sure they are mad expensive, but with the money saved from Jack being OUT of diapers we can swing it to put my, ahem, five year old IN them.

Poor guy. He's such a good boy. I know this must be difficult for him as he loves earning an easy dime and consuming large amount of chocolate first thing in the morning. I just hope to God (seriously) that he won't be in these things for years. Either he'll have a college fund or he'll have bed wetting pricey pants, but we can't do both. Really it isn't about the money, I just want the boy to sleep at night and to be comfortable, to have restful sleep and all that good stuff growing little boys need - and to not add heaps and heaps of wet smelly bedding to my laundry pile each morning before dawn, that would be nice, too.

Potty Talk

Okay, so, Giz's "lazy parent" comment on her blog got me thinking about Jack and the toilet. Since he's the third kid an' all I could be potty training him now rather than waiting until three or so as I did with Isaac. I've been throwing the idea out to him for a while and today, after a week of pep talks (fair warnings), we began potty training. I won't bore you all with the details, but we had potty successes and potty failures...um, several. We were due to make the all important trip to the toy store for the highest reward of toddlerhood - the "poopy prize" - this evening, but Brian worked some unplanned overtime so the toy store trip will be tomorrow.

It's so funny how I forget the actual potty training process - what do I do again? You'd think by the third kid it would be second nature or something. Today, I said good morning and put his butt in underwear, reminding him of all our pep talks throughout the week. "See, no more diapers! You are a big boy in underwear!" - spoken in fake, super happy mom voice. Jack stood up, looked over his shoulder at his bottom then shot a famous Jack scowl my way as he crossed his arms, "Put me in a diaper! I don't want to wear these underwear."...and so our wonderful potty training experience began. Yippee.
By the end of the afternoon Jack was more on board with the process. Stickers (and lots of them) helped, as did M&M's and putting Cheerios in the toilet. Of course, now he thinks there MUST be Cheerios in the toilet to use it, but that's a minor detail we can work out later. (Why not keep a box of Cheerios in the bathroom, really? I have Cheerios everywhere else in my house...on the floors, under furniture, stuffed in partially opened doll mouths...What's one more room?) Stickers also helped with Isaac and Soph. Adhesive Supermans (Supermen?) and Doras rewarded them for distracting Noah while I supervised Jack's reluctant deposits in the potty. In fact, the kids even offered to clean up their toys for MORE stickers. I went through roughly 800 stickers in an hour and have a sparkling house from top to bottom - who knew they could alphabetize and arrange by size, shape and color?
Day One of potty training ended with sticker-covered children, a pile of foul smelling bedding and clothing size 2T and one mad little Noah who was sick of being distracted by his older siblings. The plan, as if I really have one, is to potty train Jack and wrap up the weaning process with Noah (he bites) ASAP. Then, with only one baby in diapers, I hope to switch back to primarily cloth diapers. The diaper money saved will be wasted on extras and suburban junk we don't really need and/or go into our heavily guarded emergency fund.

Extreme Makeover

Sheesh. Time slips by almost undetected these days. I wake up - usually to a whine, a yell or a foul odor...or a combination of all three - then after much needed diaper changes I whisk the kids downstairs to dine on a mildly sugary breakfast and I embark on my day of productivity (all pre-planned the night before). Go me! Usually by noon or so I settle for survival over productivity and set my aim to complete at the very least ONE task on my to-do list. Sometimes I get that one task done. No, really, I do. Sometimes.
This week a neighbor moved from our street and left me with a bit of mother-to-mother advice on her last afternoon in our circle. "You have four kids, you need to get over that." "That" being ownership of a home that isn't in shambles. She'd come by to borrow the telephone, like the whole phone complete with wires and everything, and noticed my slight panic as I scanned my disaster zone of a house that afternoon. Oh, why do people only come over when I decide to live dangerously and say yes to the restless natives, I mean, my children? "Why yes, you may use that mattress left on the floor by our semi-live-in-guest-uncle as a gymnastics mat. Yes, you can bounce toys off it, and each other off it and YES you may play with play-dough, eat pancakes drowning in syrup and use unwashable markers ALL AT THE SAME TIME! Yes, you may have all your toys down from the shelves, pretend you are a marching band and parade over the fresh carpet-like layer of toys AND the crackers Noah left behind on the floor. Yes, you may even eat the newly formed cracker crumbs. Yes, the pillows can be pretend islands scattered across the kitchen floor, I mean, ocean and look, the syrup mess helps them stay in place as you jump island to island! Wonderful! Yes, you may bring EVERY bug you find in the backyard inside the house to be your pets and yes, clothing is optional today and diapers are as well! Sure, eat candy for lunch, pull the files from the filing cabinet at lightning speed to make "rain" and don't forget to empty the bottom two pantry shelves as well. Yes, yes, yes!!!...Wait!!! What do you mean someone is at the door? Quick! Stomp on those bugs, pick up those islands and put on some pants!"
Why do mothers fall in to the two extremes: "hyper-clean mom" or "to-hell-with-the-house mom"??? With four kids it seems that many guests expect my house to be a trash heap while others think that with each baby delivered I'm endowed with more superpowers to juggle homemaking responsibilities, child-rearing and more with great ease, all with a couple hours of rest each night. Well, here's the truth - in our house we ebb and flow. We have good days and bad days - and we have a well, lived-in home.
So, yeah, before that phone was returned to my house the kids were bathed, the house was spotless and smelled of green, eco-friendly cleaners mixed with a garlic/lemon roasted chicken. The kids were lined up in order by height and were reciting memory verses and mathematical equations as I opened the door to my former neighbor.
"Get over it..." NEVER!!! (read "never" with first finger pointed high in the air and much enthusiasm). I will never get over doing my best! Some days my best is getting through the shower, but other days I can pull off an outing with all four kids, prepare a three course meal (I am married to a food-driven Italian!) and still manage to get to bed with a clean kitchen. "Best" is relative to the day, (and let's not forget, the children) but still totally attainable. I think a better term would be diligence, right?
So, what kind of mom are you??? I'm in the middle - not too hyper and not too hellish either. I used to be hellish...oh, the horror! I've never been able to reach hyper-clean status for more than half an hour and even then it was debatable.

Tomato Hornworm Rescue

We rescued a tomato hornworm from the garden last night. A quite creepy looking caterpillar that will eventually turn into a hummingbird moth. I objected to keeping the strange worm until we learned that wasps lay their eggs on the backs of hornworms. Brian saw an egg covered worm last week and was disturbed once again with the weird bugs found in the Midwest. We figured it was a caterpillar with lots of babies about to hatch - hundreds of hungry babies that would eat our tomato crop while we visited family over the weekend. Well, those eggs belonged to some mean little wasp and the hornworm was sadly the first meal. To save our new friend from a similar fate we dropped him into Isaac's Bug Habitat before bed. "Why would God make those wasps hurt those little caterpillars when they turn into a beautiful hummingbird???" Isaac asked this morning while watching "Thorny" munch on a tomato plant leaf. Yeah, so today we will be learning the difference between a hummingbird and a hummingbird moth. It will be a sad day in homeschooling if Isaac believes birds come from caterpillars! And, I must say I am happy that Isaac named his new pet "Thorny" as opposed to other similar names that could be given to a said caterpillar with a red horn.

Oh, and the picture above is not of our beloved Thorny but rather from this great informational site, VegEdge. Here's the link if you're just dying to learn more about hornworms: http://www.vegedge.umn.edu/vegpest/hornworm.htm.