Author: littleyellownotepad

My son is toilet trained! 

No, that doesn’t do justice.

My son is toilet trained!!!!!

MY SON IS TOILET TRAINED!!!!

This may be my tenth child that I’ve toilet trained, but that doesn’t diminish the joy and exhilaration. I want to shout it from the roof tops – I succeeded at toilet training!!

Hands down, this strong willed four year old was the hardest one yet. Yes, you read that right. Four year old. If I was a first time mom, I would have assumed I was just a failure of a mother who just couldn’t get it right. Being the tenth time around, I KNEW that I had it in me. I knew I had what it takes, even when I felt that I didn’t.

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I can’t help but wonder what my neighbors think is going on in my backyard. They hear things like, “No, don’t do that! It’s dangerous!” Or “Stop, someone is going to get hurt, that’s dangerous!” Or sometimes the very short variation of ”That’s dangerous, stop now!!”

Are they wondering what type of explosives or machinery I’m hiding behind my wood plank fence, that makes everythings so dangerous?!. Do they wonder if things are safe on my side of the divider? Who knows. Maybe they even peek through the slats of the fence when I am not looking to see what is going on. After all, my kids love to stick their little noses through the fence and ask the neighbors what they’re doing, while they are just trying to enjoy their life of retirement.

Truthfully, I have an inkling of what they do think…

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“Magtile!” Screams my almost two year old.

“Magna-tiles!!” Shouts my three year old.

“Where are the rest?” Chimes in my 5 year old.

And I know my game is over; it’s time to pull them out of the garage, where I had them so nicely hidden. And I can’t help but wonder how the stray one showed up in the kitchen.

Because the truth is, I hate magna-tiles.

There, I said it.

Magna-tiles drive me crazy.

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There’s something they forget to tell you about in childbirth classes. Nineteen years after finishing that exhilarating and exciting class, the omission is becoming more and more glaring. It’s called TEENAGERS. They forget to tell you that the little adorable baby that you will soon hold will keep growing and then tower over you. That this little baby wrapped up so comfortably inside of you won’t fit in your lap forever. That these little beings that you carry around for 9 months, the ones you give your body and sleep away to, will have no memories of this and will never feel the gratitude that you think should be coming to you. And they don’t tell you that even though you teach them life skills and watch them develop each day, behold; teenage hood arrives. And they’re no longer actively looking for your guidance at every move and slowly they forget that you’re the one who got them there to begin with.

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What is it about the word “bedtime” that makes kids hungry?

I really believe kids are hardwired that way; the bedtime circuit is somehow intertwined with the hunger trigger and they just work as a team. And I’m talking full-blown-hunger hungry. The type that a kid will even eat a banana, which they always vehemently say they hate, but suddenly it’s tantalizing at the mention of getting ready for bed. They’re so famished they’d probably even eat kale or spinach. It’s true that kids today are different than they used to be, but not when it comes to bedtime.

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