Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Crowbar vs. Door

This is the crowbar.
This is the moulding removed with the crowbar.
This is the door which used to have the moulding.  (Please note that the door is nearly split which resulted from my attempts to bust through with my shoulder.  Also note that the door knob is nearly removed which resulted from my attempts to apply a flat head screw driver and a hammer because the screws to remove the knob were inside the door.  Also note that there are several hammer marks on the door which resulted from the application of a hammer with force.  This didn't help to get me inside but did vent a little frustration.)
This is the kid who locked himself inside the door and was oblivious to his mother's frantic efforts to get inside. 

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Adventures in Potty Training

Yesterday, I bought Kimball a potty.  In fact, I bought him this one:

But then I made a mistake.  We got home late from watching the BCS championship game with James and Kirstin.  It was way past 10pm, but we opened the potty anyway.  I had been telling Kimball that I would get him a "Kimball potty" and I didn't think he would want to wait.  Okay, in reality, I didn't want to wait.  So, without thinking about the consequences, we opened the potty.

We let Kimball sit on it without a diaper.  He liked it.  We moved it into the bathroom.  He wanted to sit on it again.  We let him.  He wanted me to go potty on the big toilet.  I did.  And then it happened . . . we heard a "psssssss" in the little potty.  We cheered.  We dumped the pee in the big toilet.  We let him flush.  But he didn't want to put his diaper on.  So we got ready for bed.  We changed into out p.j.s.  We brushed our teeth.  We closed the door and threatened to leave him there all night.  We came back in and . . . Kimball had peed again!  We cheered, we dumped, we flushed.  But he still didn't want to put his diaper back on.

So what was meant to be a pleasant experience for all became a fight over putting a diaper back on and going to bed.  I am sorry to say that we resorted to force so we could go to sleep before midnight.  And Bryce still had to go to bed with Kimball because otherwise he would have continued to yell, "Diaper off!  Diaper off!" into the wee hours of the morning.  Happily, he doesn't hate me for not letting him sit on the potty all night and he got to take his diaper off this morning.

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