How NOT to Potty Train Your Children.
I have come up with so many good (terrible) ideas with this whole potty training thing, and my children are nowhere near being trained. They are boycotting the whole thing at this moment--they are over the praise, over the candy, over the run-fast/jump-high no-diaper feeling. They are utterly content in their nasty tail-flopping diapers. I finally caved and bought another $50 worth of diapers.
I failed to mention that my first potty progress with Arthur was facilitated by the fact that I set his potty in front of the TV and allowed him to watch it as long as he sat on the potty. He was so overdosed with cartoons that he relaxed enough to have some success. (And he refuses to go unless I approximate this same scenario most of the time.) Now I find myself continually rattling a jar of mixed candies in front of my children's faces, begging them to just stop long enough to sit on the potty. I'm so desperate, it's embarrassing. My lastest tactic is to just eat the candy out of their reward jar and scold them for not even attempting to be diaper-independent. "Well, if you're not going to go potty, then I'll just eat all of your candy for you." Now I'm so hooked on the sugar high that I can't stop eating the stuff. At night I finish the jar and we have to make another trip to the bodega to get more goodies. My bodega store owner is getting suspicious of my parenting techniques as I buy more and more sugar goodies.
Ugh! Will this ever end? I'm tired of changing poos as big and more numerous than mine. I'm tired of spending tons of money on diapers for two...not because they are incapable but because they inherited my stubborn willful tendencies. Is this payback time for all I put my parents through? Well, at least I'll get a book deal out of it...to save parents from failing as miserably as I have. I could call it, Potty Train Your Kids Before College or worse What to Expect When Your Kids Go to College in Diapers.
9.08.2007
9.05.2007
Maine Pictures
Maine was absolutely beautiful! We had a wonderful time exploring the area with Gigi and Marshall. Arthur preferred the beach and could spend hours in the same spot near the water--throwing rocks, discovering sea life, splashing... Adaline, on the other hand, never stopped moving. She especially appreciated the natural rock climbing on every shore. She and Arthur were so fast at climbing that they sometimes asked the adults if we needed help. It was a perfect natural playground full of new things to explore and discover. They were so happy!
This picture of Arthur shows #1 how excited he was anytime we were near water and #2 the effect of the frigid water on one's facial expression.
Looking for crabs and sea urchins in the tidal pool.

Marshall point lighthouse.
Climbing rocks with Marshall.
Resting after a mile rock walk out to a lighthouse.
This picture of Arthur shows #1 how excited he was anytime we were near water and #2 the effect of the frigid water on one's facial expression.
Marshall point lighthouse.
8.20.2007
How to eat a beignet...
Arthur demonstrates how to eat beignets at Cafe du Monde in New Orleans...



He couldn't let all of that powdered sugar go to waste! He said, "I have a good idea!" and began licking the plate clean. He only did what all of the adults were thinking.
Other news: We finally have potty progress. We literally ran out of diapers, forcing Arthur to work out his fears. Now he has surpassed his sister, who has almost totally lost interest. (She says that she wants to have an accident and then pees all over herself. Nice.) One problem with Arthur is that he gets frustrated that he can't go more often so that he can receive his gummy bear treat. About 30 seconds after success, he tries to go again saying, "I want to go all of the time and I don't want to drink more water!" Sometimes this leads to a full-blown tantrem.
Adaline has recently begun offering parenting advice during these tantrems. She says in a very adult-like tone, "Mom, just let him cry. He's frustrated." When I try to reason with him and calm him, she insists, "Leave him alone. Just let him cry. He's very frustrated." Not bad advice, sis.
Other news: We finally have potty progress. We literally ran out of diapers, forcing Arthur to work out his fears. Now he has surpassed his sister, who has almost totally lost interest. (She says that she wants to have an accident and then pees all over herself. Nice.) One problem with Arthur is that he gets frustrated that he can't go more often so that he can receive his gummy bear treat. About 30 seconds after success, he tries to go again saying, "I want to go all of the time and I don't want to drink more water!" Sometimes this leads to a full-blown tantrem.
Adaline has recently begun offering parenting advice during these tantrems. She says in a very adult-like tone, "Mom, just let him cry. He's frustrated." When I try to reason with him and calm him, she insists, "Leave him alone. Just let him cry. He's very frustrated." Not bad advice, sis.
8.12.2007
Beach Pictures
7.15.2007
Birthday Party
7.13.2007
7.11.2007
Our little princesses
We persevered through the evening mainly because we wanted the kids to see the fireworks show after the concert. The kids have never seen fireworks before because they've only seen the dark a handful of times. It was a fun parenting experience to see their reactions. Adaline's eyes and mouth were wide open in amazement for the first few minutes, and Arthur kept saying, "They're so beautiful!"
One of my favorite things about having kids is that you rediscover things in life that have become normal and uninteresting. Seen through the eyes of a child, everything has potential for excitement. Riding the bus or train or ferry (a recent adventure of ours) is mundane for a typical New Yorker, but an adventure for kids. I love that I'm more interested in watching the expressions on my children's faces than the fireworks that they are discovering.
7.05.2007
Old pictures...long overdue
Speaking of climbing, the kids are completely trained in climbing in and out of their cribs. Good news--the clothes are staying on. Bad news--it still takes hours for them to go to sleep. It has been exhausting to try to keep them in their beds. On the cute side, though, Arthur often climbs in Adaline's bed and they play quietly together for hours. It's not cute when they still get up at 5:55am cranky and tired from little sleep. Will the sleep drama ever end?
The 3rd birthday is coming up next week, so I'll definitely take pictures of that. Until then...
5.19.2007
Man-hat-on
One time we were on the subway train, and Adaline said, "Mommy, Manhattan!" I said, "Yes, Adaline, we are going to Manhattan." Then I realized that she was pointing to a Hasidic Jewish man with the traditional clothing, namely a top hat. She was thinking "man hat on." So cute.
Since then we have made many trips to Manhattan and the kids think any big city is Manhattan. Here is proof that we do get out of Brooklyn and visit some of the classic New York places.




Pictures from top left: On the Subway with friend Eben. Times Square. FAO Schwarz piano (from the movie Big). Museum of Natural History.
Since then we have made many trips to Manhattan and the kids think any big city is Manhattan. Here is proof that we do get out of Brooklyn and visit some of the classic New York places.
Pictures from top left: On the Subway with friend Eben. Times Square. FAO Schwarz piano (from the movie Big). Museum of Natural History.
5.08.2007
4.30.2007
Quote of the day
Dad: The fruit of the Spirit is...
Adaline: Love, joy, patience, kindness, oh my goodness, and remote control.
Adaline: Love, joy, patience, kindness, oh my goodness, and remote control.
4.24.2007
Spring Pictures
Every time the kids see a flower or a green leaf or hear birds singing, they say, "Mom, it's Spring!" We're all very happy to get some warmer weather, so we've spent lots of time outdoors. Warm weather also brings dirty, stinky kids--Arthur spent much effort piling dirt on his head today. The kids have had 3 baths in 3 days...a true accomplishment (and necessary evil) for the Galt family. Here are some warm-weather pictures from the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens and Coney Island...and our future Italian soccer players.





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