Pee-pee wanna-be

Keller has mastered "awake" potty training. He still wears diapers during the night, but is GREAT during the day. About a week ago, we were finishing lunch in the dining hall, when he told me he had to pee. I figured since he was a boy, we are in the woods, and our house was two hills away, he could go outside. He asked me "do construction men do this?" hmmmmm.....Well, apparantly this experience was one Keller wanted to repeat daily. There have been many times when I look out the window in the dining hall, and see Keller sprinkling the woods with his love. Now, Coleman wants to do the same thing. Whenever he sees Keller doing this, he'll run up to him, grab his own "area" and say "bruder pee pee, I pee pee, I pee pee."

A couple of days ago, Coleman and I were in the playroom, Keller was still sleeping, when Coleman spotted Keller's underwear in a pile of clean laundry. Coleman brings them to me saying "bruder pee pee, bruder pee" and obviously wants to wear them,so I put them on over his diaper. Something tells me, he'll be easy to pottytrain.

Colorful Language

About a month ago, I was driving solo with the boys to camp when I decided to be a "fun mom" and stop off at the 1/2 way marker Chic-fil-A. Not such a fun mom that I would actually let them get out of the car and play on the playground(quick to the destination was my goal), but fun enough to let them eat a meal that consisted of all brown fried items. This particular chic-fil-a is located off a two lane highway and you can only get to it from one direction without having to do a u-turn. To make a long story short, I somehow missed the turn, and had to turn around at which point I blurt out "dangit!"
Immediately from the back seat, little "dangit dangit dangits" are filling the air. I decide the best solution is to completely ignore Keller. This works for the time being, however over the next couple of weeks, he would insert his new found word every now and then...with no reaction from me.

A couple of weeks ago, at camp, i was making breakfast for the boys. Keller has been in a "watch me mom" stage, which is usually something completely breathtaking like him waving his hand next to his mouth...stunning i know. So I hear "watch me mom" and turn around to see what amazing feat he has accomplished.

"DANGIT DANGIT DANGIT DANGIT DANGIT!" Keller proudly verbalized.
no reaction from mom.
"DANGIT DANGIT DANGIT DANGIT DANGIT!"
okay, enough is enough, let's stop this, i think

me "Keller, big boys DO NOT say dangit." (he is very into doing what big boys do NOT babies)

keller: "do babies say dangit?"
me: "no,mean people say dangit."
uh oh...i knew this was coming...

keller: "but MOMMY said dangit!"

instead of going into flesh vs spirit and how we do what we dont want to do and what we dont want to do we do...i decide to make a simple
"yes, and mommy asked for forgiveness for being mean."

since that conversation, we have been "dangit"- free....good thing I am not into
f-bombs.

C'mon ride that train....that potty train

> Upon our arrival to camp, I decided enough was enough....diapers that is. My primary reason for beginning hard core potty training was the cost of diapers....much more expensive than even the cutest pair of elmo undies.

Day One: all about the reward system. I figured since Keller rarely gets any candy, this would be a super easy bribe. One piece of candy for pee, two for poop. We start the morning out on the potty every ten minutes, wearing the nice tighty whities in between. I guess Keller thought that play time was on the toilet, and pee time was immediately after he left the throne, bc that seemed to be the morning routine. He did pee in his
underware, and the first time he did it, he was very uncomfortable, immediately screaming for me to change him. I thought this was a good thing which could possible lead to less underware accidents. After three hours of being inside, we ventured around our cabin...Keller displaying his lovely eye for fashion as seen in the photos. Still every ten minutes on the potty w my constant verbal review of "if you have that feeling....tell mommy, go to the potty." He could pretty much quote me on this. Once out in nature, Keller had ZERO interest in anything having to do w the potty train. In fact, I left for two minutes, came back and he had not only peed but pooped in his underware and could have cared less. When I began to enlighten him w my potty training wisdom, he looked at me and raised his stick (sorry...staff) and screamed "I AM PHAROAH! THIS IS MY STAFF!!!!!" That's right pharoah...we are going to need some serious divine intervention on this one....