As many of you know, Reagan is going to be a big sister in June. We've been trying to ease her into the idea in a number of little ways, but so far Reagan is still asking for a puppy rather than a sibling.
This morning, Reagan and I were cuddling in bed and talking about baby names. I asked her what she would name a baby brother or baby sister. At first she thought we should just name it "baby sister." But when I started mentioning boy names that were on our "still-in-the-running" list, Reagan finally came up with one of her own to add to the list: "Um...Rudolph!"
OK, so I guess we watched that DVD a few too many times before Christmas. Don't tell Reagan, but I'm pretty sure there won't be a Rudolph Gibbs in the family anytime soon.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Feelings...Woh, Woh, Woh...Feelings
For some reason, Reagan is interested in feelings these days. One day while eating lunch, Reagan looked at me and asked, "Mama, you angry?" I said, "No, I'm not angry." She came back with, "You sad?" Again, "No, I'm not sad." Finally, she asked, "You happy?" and I responded with, "Yes, I'm happy!"
Since then, this has become a recurring conversation. Reagan asks just about everyone she sees if they're angry, sad, or happy. And she rather enjoys sharing her own feelings as well. (She's always happy, by the way.)
Since then, this has become a recurring conversation. Reagan asks just about everyone she sees if they're angry, sad, or happy. And she rather enjoys sharing her own feelings as well. (She's always happy, by the way.)
Potty Training (Still!)
Over the holiday, our potty training saga took a positive turn. We were in Indiana for almost 5 days with my parents, so my mom got the whole process jump-started. (OK, I know it's lazy to let your parents do the work, but since I've been pregnant, I haven't had the energy or patience to give this whole potty training thing my full attention.) Anyhow, at Grandma's, Reagan went to the potty a few times each day and even did a "shoo-shoo" in the potty once. She was rewarded with candy treats, so she was pretty motivated.
When we returned home on Sunday, Reagan had again decided that she wasn't interested in using the potty. But by Monday, we had renewed determination to make it work. That day she wore big girl panties and use the potty several times, with one small accident. (She was listening to music in her crib while Scott and I were putting Christmas decorations back in the attic.) Again, treats were the secret weapon.
On Tuesday, Scott went back to work, so I knew it was up to me to dig in and "get-r-done"--as Larry the Cable Guy would say. Once I got her to go the first time (around 8:30), she went pretty much every half hour until lunch time! At this point, I began to suspect she was "working the system"--trying to get as many treats as possible. Was it possible that she could be holding back so she could go again in a few minutes for another treat? Perhaps. But, in the end, I decided the sugar buzz was a small price to pay to have a potty-trained child. By the end of the day, she had gone 17 times!!! And one of those was a shoo-shoo!
Today (Wednesday), Reagan is off to a good start. Again, she's going about every 30 minutes, but we've cut back on the treats a bit. And if she says she has to go immediately after she has just gone, I let her know that she will NOT, in fact, get a treat. (But I still take her to the potty. Don't want to risk any accidents.)
We're spending a LOT of time in the bathroom, but I have to believe that a few days of intensive "work" will pay off eventually. I'll keep you posted.
When we returned home on Sunday, Reagan had again decided that she wasn't interested in using the potty. But by Monday, we had renewed determination to make it work. That day she wore big girl panties and use the potty several times, with one small accident. (She was listening to music in her crib while Scott and I were putting Christmas decorations back in the attic.) Again, treats were the secret weapon.
On Tuesday, Scott went back to work, so I knew it was up to me to dig in and "get-r-done"--as Larry the Cable Guy would say. Once I got her to go the first time (around 8:30), she went pretty much every half hour until lunch time! At this point, I began to suspect she was "working the system"--trying to get as many treats as possible. Was it possible that she could be holding back so she could go again in a few minutes for another treat? Perhaps. But, in the end, I decided the sugar buzz was a small price to pay to have a potty-trained child. By the end of the day, she had gone 17 times!!! And one of those was a shoo-shoo!
Today (Wednesday), Reagan is off to a good start. Again, she's going about every 30 minutes, but we've cut back on the treats a bit. And if she says she has to go immediately after she has just gone, I let her know that she will NOT, in fact, get a treat. (But I still take her to the potty. Don't want to risk any accidents.)
We're spending a LOT of time in the bathroom, but I have to believe that a few days of intensive "work" will pay off eventually. I'll keep you posted.
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