The Saga of the Potty

This week, Khaila did pretty well at Millie’s house.  Early in the week, she’d have one accident a day and then do fine.  Wednesday, she was with my mom.  Another excellent report, no accidents.  So WHY wouldn’t she go for me?  I was firmly convinced that she just doesn’t want to give up the control or something equally stubborn (after all, she is my child) and that she’d be wearing diapers at home until she goes to school.

This morning, I noticed something I’ve never seen before.  A dry diaper!  Yes, my little girl, my baby, woke up dry!  Knowing she would have to go, I took off her diaper and put her on the potty.  At first, she wasn’t sure about this.  We have a good routine going.  She gets up, comes in to our room where I’m usually watching the news, we turn on “Super Why” and cuddle.  Her routine doesn’t include a pit stop.

After about a minute, I heard the wonderful sound of a big girl!  Yes, my little girl started out the day with celebration.  She also got fruit snacks before breakfast.  Millie gives her a Tootsie Roll (must remember they’re for Khaila, NOT for me to eat) but I figured I’d try something a touch healthier at 7am!

I’m hoping we’ll continue this progress.  I almost feel bad for the run down that the hubby is going to get in the morning.  I want to make sure he knows EXACTLY what we’ve been doing to work with her so he can keep it up while I’m stuck slinging pizzas for 10 hours.

Cinnamon Mints in the Nose

This is the lesson we learned today.  If a two year old shoves a cinnamon mint up her nose, it will dissolve.  It’s pitiful to deal with in the mean time, but as the saying goes, “This too shall pass.”

This morning, on the way to the sitter’s house, I popped an Eclipse mint in my mouth.  Khaila wanted one too.  I’ve given her mints before with no problems.  We got to Millie’s and she kept pointing to her nose.  By the time we got inside, she kept saying, “Mommy, nose,” as she tried to put my finger in her nose.  Her right eye starts watering.  Nose is running, cinnamon pink snot trickling onto her upper lip.

I call the nurse line to see if I need to take her in.  While we’re waiting, Millie gets the flashlight and I lay Khaila on the kitchen table.  Look up the squirming toddler’s nostril, don’t see anything.  After about 20 minutes, I can’t wait for the nurse to call, I have to work.  I get Khaila’s coat on, walk to the car.  I’m figuring that if I show up at the clinic with a child obviously uncomfortable, obviously with something foreign shoved up her nose, maybe I’ll get better results than calling had gotten.

Right as I pick up Khaila to get her in the car seat, she sneezes.  It’s not a pretty sight, but there, right on her upper lip, sits a small oval mint.  I take Khaila back inside, tell the sitter the issue is resolved, and we both laugh.

Seriously, most parents I know have dealt with this.  On one hand, it was a mint, something small, no intervention required.  On the other hand, it was a mint, it had to burn!  The mommy in me is hoping she learned a lesson and will no longer feel the need to shove things up her nose.