“Look, I got a BIG, GIANT, PRETTY, DIAMOND RANG.” – Heidi, tonight after being allowed to wear my wedding band and YaYa’s topaz ring.  On her finger, it is BIG, GIANT.  Bigger is always better in a toddler’s eyes, though she has a little to learn about what a diamond looks like.  I suppose where a diamond is concerned, no matter what your age, bigger is better.  (Keeping in mind the other 3 Cs!)

 

We got an incident report from school today. Wyatt was the offender. My sweet lover of a boy bit a classmate, a little girl.

I called his teacher this afternoon to get the full story and see if I needed to call the little girl’s parents. His teacher is such a warm, caring person and I could hear the smile she wore in her voice as she told me what happened. She also assured me the little girl was fine, that Wyatt did not break the skin and that she has older brothers. Enough said, I suppose.

It seems that Wyatt really likes this little girl, as in has a little bit of a crush. Apparently, he tries to sit by her in the carpool line and pulls her around with him in class. He is the youngest in the class and she is one of the smaller kids, so they are well matched.  😉

Well, with a few minutes of free time today, Wyatt rushed her for a hug and they fell down. This turned into laughter and more hugging/wrestling. Wyatt got a little wound up and bit her. It was a love bite. 🙂 The poor little ladybug cried a little. 😦 Wyatt spent a few minutes in time out, which greatly upset him. (Good.) Upon returning to circle time with his friends, instead of being able to sit by the little girl as he normally would, his teacher had him sit by her “so I can keep an eye on you.”  😉

We talked about it tonight with him and hope that combined with his little friend’s tears, the time out, and not being able to sit by his little ladybug at circle time, he is finished with biting, out of excitement or otherwise. Being two is hard, you know. Your means of expressing yourself and your feelings are limited. Since he was a baby he has given these love bites in moments of extreme happiness or excitement. It doesn’t happen often, but happens nonetheless. We have always corrected him but I guess self-control takes time.

Meanwhile, I will try to come to terms with the fact my Wyatt has a crush.

Well folks, I think she’s there and Mike and I survived! Come Spring we’ll be gearing up to do it again with Wyatt! I hate potty training. In fact, I LOVE diapers. However, I like hitting milestones. I REALLY like hitting them on time. “On Time” is relative, though. So, in Heidi’s case she hit this milestone “on time” for her, not me. Light bulb moment, I know. Seriously though, it was by the skin of her teeth as she had to be potty trained before starting 3 y/o preschool. We sort of of did the “fake it till you make it” thing for the first month of school and fortunately, she only had one accident in that time.

We are very proud of her, as much or more than she is of herself. Heidi has NEVER been regular until the last 2 weeks. Sadly, her time to GO falls around 8:30 PM, when we are so close to being done with the bedtime routine and walking out of the bedroom door that you can just taste the quality alone time.

Tonight I thought I’d head her off at the trail. I put her on the Baby Bjorn potty in the den in front of a Dora show and told her she needed to poop before we went upstairs for bed. She happily sat down and tee-teed and waited for the poop, which did not come. Tonight really needed to be the night though, because Heidi has not pooped since Friday and it is TIME. So, we head upstairs and in the doorway of her room she says, “I need to poop.” Great. Here we go. Off to the potty again…sit, sit, sit…nothing.

We go back to her room, read her book, snuggle and just as I roll toward her to say goodnight she says, “I need to poop.” I asked her, “Heidi, do you need to poop or do you just want to get out of your bed?” “Poop,” she says. Though I doubt her motivation, I cannot tell her no on this. It is simply not done in potty training. Back to the potty we go. She starts playing. You know, singing, wiggling, making funny faces. A mild threat gets her back on track and within minutes she is making “THE FACE.” Bingo! Plop, plop, plop!

I am expecting 3 days worth if you know what I mean. I got 3 minutes worth. “Heidi, try to poop some more,” I say. “Nope, I’m done. I can have an ice cream party downstairs?!” Yes folks, if you poop on the potty, you get an ice cream party. What constitutes an ice cream party? 3 bites in a bowl. In the interest of getting her to bed quicker I tell her that I will bring the ice cream party to her, in her room. A frown. 😦  “Okay, I tell you what. If you poop some more, we can have the ice cream party downstairs.”

She puts her game face on, looks down and poops a good bit more. She is so excited. “Mommy, I poopeded! 😉 Lots! I can have an ice cream party downstairs!” I tell her we can and stand from my seat on the floor to help her clean up and wash her hands. Before she gets off of the potty she says, “Mommy, look at all of those poops! You should take a picture! Take a picture, Mommy!” I didn’t.

We head downstairs and she runs to our bedroom to tell Mike. She very enthusiastically tells him of her success and the ice cream party we are going to have. She says to Michael, “Gimme a high five!” and jumps up, hand outstretched and misses. Giggling, she goes in again and connects. Off to the ice cream party we go!

Last night at bedtime Heidi looked at me very seriously and said, “Mommy, I’m a child and you’re a doughnut.”  I realized she meant “adult.”  Get it?  “A doughnut” – “A-dult”  Funny, right?

Once I made the connection I said, “An adult?”  “Yes”, she said.  She was very tongue twisted but tried a few times to say “adult.”  On the fourth try she got it. 

She became very tickled by her mistake and looked at me laughing and said “Mommy, you’re roly olies!”  “Roly olies” means raviolis, which is really Spaghettios with meatballs…that’s just what she calls them. 

I love this silly little girl with a budding sense of humor.

Let it be known that a new soccer star has been born, as Heidi has worn her shin guards, except while sleeping at night, since her first practice this past Saturday. 🙂