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Figuring out a routine


Again, because we went to bed so early, we got up pretty early as well.  I’m sure Hubby and I could sleep longer and get adjusted quicker, but C1 is the one waking up and getting us up at all hours of the night.  3am, 4am, he’s up and ready to go.  We have been able to get him to at least be quiet and in bed until 6am until it’s a more reasonable time to get up and going for the day.  Particularly since nothing is open for breakfast.  Today has been a hard day for me.  I’m still not caught up on my sleep, everything around me is foreign, the smells are bad, everything feels at least a slight bit dirty.  I simply just want to go home.  I bawled again.  I feel like I’m trying, but I also understand that it’s only been 2 days, but I want to go home, bad.

We knew Hubby came here to get some work done, and that he would be spending a few hours a day at the University office.  We decided to join Hubby in the office today to see what it looked like and the surrounding area.  I like the office.  It feels, American.  It feels comfortable.  I think I’d like to bring C1’s toys to the office, let him play while I blog, and spend the morning with Hubby there, and then go out and tour and shop when he is done with work.  Also, I’m quite afraid to go anywhere or do much of anything without Hubby around.  I’m so lost, and I don’t speak a lick of Chinese, and I don’t want to get C1 and myself lost.


*The view from some of the offices at University of Chicago at Beijing.  If it wasn’t so smoggy you would be able to see the Great Wall.

By early afternoon we’re done and ready to go.  We grab some lunch at the Subway a few doors down, and head back to the apartment to let C1 nap to see if we can’t get him to sleep in the right time zone.  Of course we all fell asleep, and didn’t get up until 6pm!  We went wondering out for some dinner and barely found anything open.


*Random dinosaur feature in the “kitchen” area.

Once we returned home there is a note on our door from management.  Apparently they thought we were to check out that day and wondered why we hadn’t left yet.  Well, the double booked our room, and make us move to another room.  At first we were on the 3rd floor, and now we’re on the 11th floor.  Quite frankly it feels less dirty and has a better view.  We moved everything that night and were in bed by midnight; only to have C1 wake us up at 4am.  Again we convinced him to stay in bed or our bed until at least 6am.

A good routine I think, and hope it works out well.  Spend the morning at the office with Hubby, then have some lunch and go play in the afternoon, or vice-versa.


*This is a model of Hyde Park, Chicago.  My house is in the upper left corner, I wish I could just transport there.  You may notice the MSI on the right near the TV and the grey strip toward the bottom is the Midway.

Lunar New Year Festival


Here in Beijing, the big travel holiday isn’t Christmas like it is in America; it’s the Lunar New Year.  Many people leave the city for a while for the holiday.  Since we were up at like 5am, we did all we could to entertain ourselves in our apartment, but you can only do that for so long.  About 7am we ventured out to find breakfast.  With a lot of people out of the city, just about nothing was open.  We also still needed to go get a few supplies from the Walmart that was near our place.  We walked toward the Walmart to see if we could find anything to eat.  To our surprise the Walmart was open.  We did our shopping, not really finding everything we hoped, and the Chinese brands are so much different.  We had our breakfast, I cleaned the apartment to make myself feel good about it being clean and un-packed a bit to settle in.

It wasn’t even noon yet, when we decided we needed to get out and do something touristy, as well as take advantage of the Lunar New Year celebrations happening while they were still happening.  On our way out we stopped at the McDonalds for a light lunch.  One woman came around the counter to say hello to C1.  She also called out all the other employees to see the cute blond boy.  We’ve got 3-5 employees surrounding C1 adoring him.  As we then proceed to eat our lunch the first woman brings a small ice cream out for C1, for free.

We took the train to this festival/carnival and when we arrived, the train station was PACKED!  We had to push our way off the train, through crowds of people up to the street to find the festival.  While there was a flow of people going the same direction as we were, we feared the festival was all done for the day because of the amount of people leaving the festival.


I thought Chicago traffic was bad during events, but this was insane!  People over ruled the road and cars could barely move.  Poor C1 was in and out of the stroller because with so many people we could hardly push a stroller through.  He was really good  about holding onto our hands.  Hubby and I took turns holding him.  And when we could we put him in the umbrella stroller and pushed our way through.


To get into the festival it was only $1.40; that’s American Dollars.  Super cheep.  But once we got in, we noticed that the carnival games (such as ring toss, pretty typical type games) were more unreasonably higher priced.  We stopped to watch a performance on a stage, but we couldn’t really see and I couldn’t understand what they were saying anyway.  Standing there watching, just like everywhere we go, everyone looked at us, specifically C1.  One young couple even stopped and gave C1 a small stuffed dog.  I’m trying to teach C1 the two words I know in Chinese; thank you and hello.  At one point before we continued walking, I even caught a man pretending to take either a video or panoramic picture and plainly stopped to take a picture of me holding C1; I just smile and let them.


We wondered around the festival and my favorite part is always the trinkets for sale.  We stopped and got C1 a fun tri, noise making, pinwheel.  As we wondered I saw nice fake flowers and thought it would be nice to get some for the apartment.  As we wondered trying to find any flowers we found Hubby’s favorite part of a festival, food.  Being pregnant, my Dr. recommended that I don’t eat the street food because we don’t know how well cooked it is.  Hubby got some food to share with C1; I’m sort of glad, because I’m not very adventurous when it comes to strange food.  The crowds were pretty heavy, but we made our way through and found some flowers.  Not all the ones I liked that I saw others holding, but some.  We stopped and I had Hubby go up to the booth to buy me some.  C1 was in the stroller as we stood back waiting.  By the time Hubby came back with the flowers I asked him to get, C1 was crying because his feet were cold.  If people weren’t staring at him before they sure were now.

As quick as we could we found a little quiet spot away from the crowd so I could put his gloves on his feet and then give him my gloves.  In the proccess, a family with a little boy come over to say something to C1, who is bawling because he’s cold and tired.  Suddenly, I look up from helping my poor child, and there is an entire crowd around us watching the crying blond boy.  The little boy and his family is trying to get a picture of the two kids together, and the crowd is only scaring C1 more and making him cry even more.  Finally I get his gloves on his feet and his shoes back on, and I pick him up to hold him and take him away from the crowd to try to comfort him.

I still wanted to look at all the trinkets for sale and find more flowers, but C1 wasn’t calming down, and wanted to go back to the apartment.  We made our way back to the train station, poor C1 crying the whole way, people staring giving suggestions on how to help, wondering why he is crying.  At the exit of the festival a man was trying to sell us a twisty drum, and kept putting the toy in C1’s hand, to get us to buy it for him.  C1 was in the stroller at this point, and the salesman was so pushy about it, I just about walked away with the toy in C1’s hand because he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  Because of the crowds, it took us about 45 minutes to get back onto the train.  Once we got to the train and he was able to sit on my lap, C1 was able to calm down.

A family, or multiple families, it was hard to tell, was sitting next to us, and the boy was trying to talk to C1 a bit.  I tried to get C1 to say hello in Chinese to the boy, but like me, when he’s sad, he doesn’t talk very loud.  Hubby heard the kids talking to the adults asking them why this boy wasn’t talking to them.  (Because remember, my Hubby is amazing and speaks several languages).  One of the men with the kids pulled out his camera, so C1 and I leaned in and smiled to let them take pictures.  Then the woman pulled out her phone to also take some pictures.


Once we were off the train, I was holding C1, and he was holding his new toys; his stuffed dog that the young lady gave him, and a ball on a string toy.  We went with the crowd (lighter than at the festival), and headed toward the escalator toward the exit.  C1 starting yelling, and I could feel that he had let go of his ball toy.  I yelled at Hubby who is about to step onto the escalator, and we push out of the crowd back out to look for his ball.  The exiting train crowd clears a bit, and I have a chance to look, but I didn’t see it anywhere.  Ready to give up and let C1 learn his lesson of hanging on tight to his toys, I saw it at the base of the escalator.  I ran to grab it and hop on, not even sure where Hubby is.  Thankfully he was a few people behind me and followed.  Again, a sad and crying boy because he almost lost his new toy.

I too was quite tired and frustrated with how things are going.  We got back to the apartment about 3pm and let C1 take a bit of a nap.  Since we didn’t nap we had some noodles in a cup for dinner and all went to bed by 7pm.

Day 0


C1 enjoys flying on airplanes.  Typically when we travel we are only on a 3-4 hour flight, and the only time he cries on these flights is when we are landing.  As I try to gather our things to get off, he’s crying that he wants to go again.  Sometimes we have a connecting flight, so I try to comfort him, that yes, we will go again, we just have to get on another airplane.


When we were preparing to go to China the flight was the least of my worries.  I knew that C1 could handle it or even enjoy it.  As I always do, I over packed snacks and toys and entertainment for him.  Especially since on international flights they provide meals and a TV for each seat.  Also, I knew I would be getting up every hour to stretch my legs.

Being 4.5 months pregnant and entertaining a 3 year old went well on our 13 hour flight.  C1 won’t nap on a flight until he has seen all the excitement of the take off.  Between us, he is the one who gets the window seat.  Once we were up and going C1 and I cuddled up and took a good 2 hour nap.  Daddy stayed up and watched his movie, good thing he didn’t fall asleep either, or we would have all missed the first meal.  After that none of us napped for the rest of the flight.  C1 had fun walking around with  me doing stretches, dancing and exercising.

13 hours later, our flight was done, we were through customs in China and had found ourselves a taxi to take us to our apartment.  First I knew China had relaxed rules on kids and car seats, and we actually decided to forgo bringing ours; the only time we planned on being in a car from the apartment to the airport.  Second, when I got into the taxi, I couldn’t find the seat belt for the middle seat, or the buckle for mine.  Not that it wasn’t there, but all the seats were covered in a cloth and covered the belt buckles.  To add on top of all this, the 15-20 min taxi ride turned into at least an hour ride because our apartment is hard to find.  About 30 minutes into our taxi ride and completely worn out C1 is sad, ready to go home, and wants his milk (which was put in the trunk), he turns to me and says, “Mommy, I’m ready to ride the airplane”.  MORE?!?  I think to myself.  “You just rode the plane for 13 hours and you want more?”

After 3 phone calls from the taxi driver to the apartment building, we found where we needed to be and it’s only 6pm China time.  We lugged our 3 suitcases, and 3 carry on bags up the elevator to the 3rd floor and walk into our new home for the next month.  C1 is excited to be “home”, but I on the other hand start sobbing.  It’s the size of a standard dining room, with a bathroom attached.  It includes 2 beds, a “kitchen” and a bay window.  The shower is as big as I am round and I feel like the whole place has a thin layer of yuck.


By 7pm we dig out our pajamas and are asleep.  Only to wake about midnight ready for a new day.  All 3 of us were able go back to sleep until 3am, at which point we got up, fiddled around for a bit, and finally convinced C1 to go back to bed until about 6am.  Of course nothing is open for breakfast and we haven’t had time to run to the store to get the bottled water or snack food we planned on getting.

Day 0: travel day, done.

C1 turns 3!


I am so excited to see C1 growing up.  I don’t particularly miss the infant phase of his life, but I think later, I will miss these toddler years.  I think this is my favorite time of life ages 2-4.  I can’t say for sure, because I’m truly enjoying every stage of C1’s life.

I think it was about his first birthday Hubby and I decided to do every other year a friend party and the other years a family party.  Partly because we wanted to save money on so many parties.  I enjoy hosting a good party and like to go all out, so I will be saving money by not doing it every year.

For his First Birthday we invited Mommy and Daddy friends over for some cake, so that was the “family party”.  For his Second Birthday we had a joint party with a friend who is only hours younger than C1; a big vehicles “friend party”.  For his Third Birthday most of his friends had moved away the previous summer, so it made it a little easier to want a family party.  It’s easy for me to change our ‘rule’ and have a friend party every year, I love hosting parties.

In the morning I surprised him with his floor covered in balloons.  He and I have a love for balloons.  He is almost always the first one awake and comes to wake us up.  That morning before I hear his foot steps to our room I hear,  “Mommy, I found balloons!”  He was so excited.  Once he was awake we filled the rest of the balloons with the helium to float around the house.


I had found on Groupon discount tickets for the Winter Wonderfest here in Chicago.  Apparently they have this festival every year here, but this was the first I had ever heard of it.  It’s a wonderful indoor festival with rides and bounce houses and ice skating.  I bought tickets for all 3 of us and away we went on his birthday.


All day C1 was in charge of what we did next.  Sadly in my pregnant condition I didn’t get to ice skate with them, but C1 did very well for his first time.  On his and Daddy’s second time around C1 started pulling Daddy toward the center of the rink instead of holding onto the side.  They did a few bounce houses together.  We decorated a sugar cookie.  We rode the teacups.  We even rode the little train twice.


Once we rode everything C1 wanted at the Winter Wonderfest, we then headed to the Chicago Children’s Museum to validate our parking.  Of course, we can’t go near the Children’s Museum without going in to play for a bit, and we played at a few of the exhibits before heading home.  It was nice to finally have Daddy there to play with.


Days earlier C1 and I started making a complicated cake.  C1 loves helping me in the kitchen, and at one point when I asked him  what he wanted for his birthday and he said, “cake”.  I showed him several images of cakes online and he picked out the one he wanted.  He settled on a construction cake.  After playing all morning, we went home to finish decorating his cake.


I couldn’t leave well enough alone, and didn’t want a ton of cake just for 3 people, so I invited friends over to eat cake.  No party, just cake and ice cream.  I did get everyone a little construction hat to wear as a thank you for coming to eat our cake.  We had 4 friends come over and it was perfect.  The cake was sloppy, but it turned out great.


Happy Birthday to my wonderful 3 year old boy.

Some things about you that I can remember:

*You still love to cuddle.  We cuddle to watch shows, to drink your milk (while you hold onto my ring of course), to read books, and to go to bed.

*You are fully caught up in your speech and even now ahead in speech thanks to 1.5 years of speech therapy.

*People still comment how you are the cutest kid.

*You love to help Mommy, except when it comes to cleaning up your toys.  You help me with my chores and cooking.  You get mad when I do your laundry, because you want to do it yourself.

*You are excited for baby brother to come so you can share your toys.  You hug my belly and say, “I just love baby”.

It’s a BOY!


Ah, 2014 is here. Typically, like most of you I make new year goals, but this year I was realistic and didn’t make any. I am however making more of a conscietious effort to be just a little bit better and just do things. I do think about this poor blog every now and again, but alas I still never write. Now I just Instagram and call that good. Toward the end of January I thought, maybe I should write at least once a month about things we did. This way I can have more of a written explanation of things to put with my scrapbook, which I also neglect.

Since we didn’t send out Christmas cards this past year end, I will catch you up on some important information.

*C1 refers to my first child (child 1). I won’t be using any family names here, so please don’t use them in the comments either.

*We are still living in Chicago, finishing up grad school.

*Hubby is/has applied for jobs this year and we hope to be moving this summer to a grand new job.

* As part of Hubby’s dissertation research we will be going to China this year as a family.

*I am (finally) pregnant with C2!!! It’s another BOY and he should be arriving mid to end of June.

Left is C2 at 19 weeks. Right is C1 at 19 weeks.

Aftermath of potty training – day & night


So, it’s been a little over two weeks since we’ve done the 3 day potty training.  Going in I thought it would work, but I still had my reservations that my child wouldn’t catch on and kept our diapers, just in case.  I didn’t have the right attitude completely.  Hubby on the other hand probably wouldn’t have thought about potty training until our son was closer to 3 years old.  He wasn’t opposed, but he thought it might be a bit too soon.

Our son was 25.5 months old when I got around to potty training him, and it was a SUCCESS.  Honestly I do think I could have done it sooner, I just didn’t think about it until after the holidays.  A friend gifted us the e-book “3 day potty training”.  Honestly it wasn’t a whole lot different than what you read on blogs or on

My previous post explains what I had planned out for this process, and that was before I read the e-book.  I don’t want tell how the book is different, because then you won’t buy your own copy, but I will share what I had planned to do, but didn’t.

Potty training is a learning process not only for the child, but I had to learn how C1 communicates to me.  Honestly I didn’t understand at first and this created more accidents.  C1 is slightly behind in his speech development and we have been working with a speech therapist.  With this speech training, we have C1 repeat words back to us, and like most kids he will only repeat back the last word you say.  So, when I would remind C1 to tell me if he needs to go potty, he would repeat back, “potty”.  I thought he was just repeating back words, but it turns out, that was his way of telling me he needed to go.  When I reminded him and he said nothing back, that was him saying he did not need to go.  It worked like this for two and a half days.  We would not get a spontaneous request to use the bathroom.  Even toward the end of the third day I didn’t realize that C1 was telling me he had to go potty.  A few weeks previous he learned to say our friends name “Bobby”, so i thought he was just saying the name.  Wise Hubby figured out that “bobby” and “potty” sounded that same coming from him.  So C1 knew he had to go potty, but we weren’t listening, he figured out to use sign language for potty, which he had learned a few months before from watching the “potty time” app.

The end of the third day we had to leave the house, Hubby needed a ride to the airport.  We left the house, not feeling confident that C1 was potty trained.  We decided, since we were out we, I, would go fabric shopping and out to dinner with a friend.  Once we got to the store I showed C1 where the potty was and reminded him to tell me if he needed to go. While at the store C1 told me without a reminder, that he needed to go potty, and then again at the restaurant.  I was so proud.  On the way home, something started to stink in the car.  I thought that we had a poo accident in the car.  We got home, and guess what.  No accident!    Again, so proud.  It was then that I was convinced that I had just potty trained C1 in 3 days. I knew we were never turning back to diapers.  Day 4 was a church day, where I’m not with him for 2 hours to remind him, and don’t know if he will tell another adult if he needs to go.  Usually if your kid has an accident, they will find you so you can take care of it.  Well I picked him up after the 2hours and his pants were wet.  I think he had  his accident close to the end of the 2 hours because I don’t think any of the adults watching the kids noticed that he had an accident.

For the first week of being potty trained, he had one or less accidents a day.  Some may not call that successful potty training, but I do.  But keep in mind, that we also did the night time training, and the one or less a day includes night time.  By week 2 of being potty trained he would say he needed to go potty, so we rushed him to the toilet and nothing would come out.  This would repeat 3 or 4 times before he would poop in his underwear.  I just think he had a hard time getting the poop out.  This happened only a few times. Between day one and day two of training, C1 didn’t poop for almost a full day.  Finally he told me he wanted a bath in the middle of the day, and as soon as he got in, he pooped, a big one.  I think the warm water helped him relax.  This was the first and only time he has went potty in the bath.


We mostly followed the game plan except for a few things.

*We did not use the punch card for poops.  He only pooped a few times a day (which is normal), so we gave him a toy prize for going poop.

*We never put him in a pull-up.  We used underwear for naps and night from day 1.  I did have these pads from the hospital to put under him, so that if he did wet the bed, the sheets wouldn’t need changing.IMG_1927

*I learned quick that public restrooms are awkward for children.  This will be the only  removable potty seat I will buy.  I love it because it folds up flat to fit into my purse and I can use it on any toilet.  I should have gotten the cars one, but Diego was the cheapest, and C1 doesn’t seem to care.  Seat Found HERE.IMG_1924IMG_1922

Night training I would say has taken a little longer.  C1 still likes to have a drink before bed and it’s hard getting him off of that.  I go to bed a few hours after C1 does, so just before I go to bed, I wake him up and have him go potty, and then put him back in bed.  After two weeks of doing this, he has finally learned that it’s ok to get up to go potty.  Two weeks after starting potty training, he will now get up on his own, wake us up and ask to go potty, then usually go back to bed.  Sometimes he tries to prolong going to bed by saying he has to go potty, but all in all, I think he’s doing very well.  The only “accidents” we have now is when he’s sitting on the toilet and his aim is not down, if you get my drift.

Potty Training


It’s been a while, and I’ve been pondering if and how I want to continue this blog.  While it would be good for me to put all sorts of things on here about my family, or really our son, so that grandparents and such could keep up with our lives.  I’ve also put this website on my business cards and tag labels, so I’ve thought about keeping it a craft type blog only.  I’d like to be one of the big craft bloggers out there, but really I don’t have enough to share something every day, I don’t create patterns; which is why people follow craft blogs, for the free patterns and I’m not really into taking that much time and effort into doing either of those two things.  So, for now, I’m just going to share about some things that have been on my mind lately, mostly about parenting in general. I should probably start with a general explanation of what I believe my parenting style is, but I’m not going to.  Maybe soon I’ll write that one.   I will always include pictures, because I mostly look at the pictures on blogs anyway, and decide to read anything based on the pictures.

Today I’d like to share my thoughts on potty training.  First, I will note, that my child is not potty trained yet, and I haven’t really tried to yet.

Months ago, maybe six or so months ago, I started talking to C1 about the potty.  We bought a special seat for out toilet that has a child size seat that is attached and is always there.  {like this one here}  Every now and again I would ask C1 if he wanted to use the potty.  About a month ago, I sat him on the toilet for about an hour and he happened to go pee in the toilet.  We celebrated, but I never pushed anything.


I’m not exactly sure why so many parents are afraid of potty training their child.  Just like when I delivered C1, I was waiting for the Dr. to tell me when to push even though I could tell my body was ready.  I seem to be waiting for C1 to ask me to use the potty.  I’m totally ready to potty train him, and to have him out of diapers.  I’m not scared of the process, or the messes, I’m simply waiting for him, waiting for the age.  Initially I was hoping to have a second child by the time C1 turned 2, so I had hoped to potty train C1 between 18 and 24 months.  Hubby seems to think that kids potty train older and is a little resistant to do anything until closer to 3 years.  I seem to want to have C1 do things at a younger age than Hubby does.  Moving C1 out of his crib and into a bed is a similar story, but I’ll save that for another time.

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Since I had been thinking a ton about potty training, and C1 seems to understand how the whole thing works, he’s just not that interested or motivated to potty train.  I decided, it’s time.  We’re going to try the quick.  For C1, I think it will be better to do it as an all or nothing kind of thing instead of a gradual process.  So, two days ago, C1 and I went to the store and got our stock for potty training.  Here is what we got:

*toys, books, color books that he picked out (mostly from the dollar section, but some others that were more)

*stickers and a bag of small candies (m&m’s)

*undies; again, I let him pick them out so he would be excited about them.  He picked trains.

*flush able wipes


*chips, crackers and other salty snacks.

*more sippy cups (mostly because they were on clearance), but now we have plenty of cups, and he’s more excited to drink from a new cup.

*new DVD’s

*potty books

*potty success chart (I actually just printed this off at home from online)

*water proof mattress cover

*water proof pillow cover

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Here is my game plan.  I have cleared my schedule for 3 days so that I can focus on C1 and his potty needs.  The new DVD’s will be to help entertain us during the day, and also because I wanted new movies.  We’ll also have arts & crafts planned and games planned for us to do during the 3 days so I don’t go crazy being home bound for that long.  We will eat our meals as normal, but we’ll add the salty snacks in between.  We’ll have sippy cups all over the house so their is always a drink within reach.  The snacks and extra drinks are to help produce more potty to be had during the day.  During the 3 day period, C1 will be naked from the waist down, or all the way.  I may put underwear on him, so he gets use to the feeling and learns the difference between underwear and a diaper.

For every time C1 goes pee pee in the potty he will get a small prize; a sticker, a single candy.  We’ll put a sticker on his success chart for every time he goes pee pee.  The chart I chose has 60 spaces to fill, once all the spaces are filled, I’m thinking (hoping) C1 will be pretty well potty trained, our grand prize will be a trip to the zoo.  For now we will teach him to go pee pee sitting down.  POTTY CHART HERE

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For every time C1 goes poo poo in the potty he will get a sticker for his chart and one of the toys that he picked.  Again, the sticker chart has 60 spaces on it, so he can earn up to 2 stickers for each bathroom visit to work toward going to the zoo.  *As I write I’m still researching different training methods, and have found a fun punch card and may go with that route and change my system a little.  For each poo poo he makes, he’ll get a sticker and a punch.  In the beginning I’ll use the 6 punch card.  Once all 6 are punched, he’ll get a prize.  Once he get’s the hang of it more, we’ll move up to the 12 punch in order to get a prize.  POTTY CARD HERE
I love how creative other people can be, this is a great idea.

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During nap time and bed time we will be using the pull ups.  I’m not really that familiar with how dry he is when he wakes, so I’ll use these for sleep only and work on night training as I pay more attention to how wet things are when he wakes.  I understand that during this 3 day period I need more patience than normal.  I will make friends with my mop and my spot cleaner.  We mostly have hard wood floors, but where he plays the most usually has rugs.  During day 2 and day 3 we will venture outside to the park near our house for an hour.  Possibly two, one hour long trips to the park on day 3.  When we go to the park he will wear his underwear.  It’s February, so I don’t want to have nothing on under his pants.

I’ve learned from reading other blogs and websites to not ask about going potty, but to tell him it’s time to go potty. Or, rush him to the potty if he starts going on the floor.  When their is an accident, I won’t get upset; I will most likely say “oh, no.  pee pee goes in the potty”.  Then I will rush him to the bathroom where he can finish his business.   We will not be buying or using a portable potty, or be allowing him to go potty in the living room.  I understand why others might want to do this for the convenience.  However, I don’t want C1 to think that it’s ok to go to the bathroom any where else but the bathroom, on the toilet.

This is the game plan any way. My 3 day training is not planned for almost another week.  I tend to get impatient once I set my mind on something.  I also don’t want C1 to loose the excitement of the toys we just bought.  I wouldn’t be surprised if I started earlier than my chosen 3 day, and then just really pushed it when my 3 day came.