I am definitively one of those moms who believes that there are no “only boys” or “only girls” activities. I also hate all stereotypes like: girls wear pink and boys blue, girls play with dolls and boys with cars, girls dance, boys fight or even girls play quietly and boys are hurricane. And the worst of all, boys don’t cry like girls!!!
Lise is a happy 3 years old that is discovering the world and she does not care about what activities she should do as a girl. She can switch from being a real “girly girl” to being a real “tomboy” within 5 minutes. She loves to have her nails done, just like mommy and she sometimes asks to wear a dress. However, you will not find any doll at our place. Not because we do not have any, but because they are at the bottom of her toy box. She just has no interest in dolls. The only one she tolerates is Mickey. Not Minnie, Mickey.
Lise loves trains, cars, planes and among everything bulldozers. Being stuck at a crossing gate makes her day. I have to say that Toledo’s trains are the longest (they can reach up to 110 wagons, yes I counted) so when you arrive and the gates close right in front of you, you know that you will be stuck for a long time. So when Lise sees the train coming she gets over exited, she carefullys stares at all 110 cars and yells “mom look look, train, loooook”. When the train leaves, she feels sad and says “bye, bye train”.
When we pass construction sites, it is the same story. She is impressed by those huge yellow vehicles that dig holes in the ground. And of course gets over excited “oh no loooook, tractopelllleeeee”.
She has a real passion for any kind of vehicles. It is her special thing that makes her so special. So exit Elsa, for Lise’s birthday, I made the greatest bulldozer cake.
Do you miss the old time when you could scream in the middle of a store without being stared at ? or pee in your pants without being judged ? and even being cheered up for just using the potty? The terrible twos were fun ... so let's be toddler again for just few minutes!
Yes, there are many things that you should never know. I’ve selected 17 of them and I am sure that you could add many others. Here we go:
But, the only answer that I do need is: “where are the drawer doors’ handle? But really, where are they?”
If you google « Potty training », you will find tons of websites and blogs giving tips on how and when to train your child. And here I am writing one more article about how to get your kid to pee and poop in a toilet. Sounds boring, I know, but I HAVE to talk about it because a mommy blog that does not cover this topic is not a mommy blog. Potty training will pull you from desperation to happiness to desperation again within one hour. So all I have to say is: “keep calm and go to this f***ing potty!”
Potty training is a major step for every kid. It is like learning to walk. It is important to go slowly but surely. It is the only way to avoid accidents (and nobody like to clean up poop). I will not give you tips because I am far from being a potty training Jedi.
We all have that special someone around us that is more stressed than we are. When your child turns two it can become an obsession for them. Some websites recommend starting training at 15 months and others at 20 months. French websites (like doctossimo) put the average age of completion at 28 months and US websites at 36 months. To be honest, my girl started walking at 15 months, so no way she would go to the potty at the same period. Each step at a time! At 28 months, she just did not want to sit on a potty. She was very interested in watching me doing my business but NO WAY would she also do it. So I started thinking that there was something wrong with her. I became very obsessed with potty training and how to get her interested. I would stare at every other toddler to see if they were wearing diapers. I would also read stories and make up songs (like the “pee song”). And of course I had pressure from the family. I can't count how many times I heard that my husband was potty trained at 22 months and me at 24 months. At 24 months my girl was faaaar... very faaaar from the potty.
We decided to have a conversation with our daughter’s teacher. We were desperate for advice. Well, she was definitively not as worried as we were. She told us: “come on, she is still young, wait until she is ready, don’t worry”. Then she added that none of the other kids were trained. What ? really ? but ? … Ok… at that time she was 30 months. So we stopped trying to get her trained. We understood that in the US, parents generally are not stressed about getting their kids potty trained.
So now, I am going to be very French: there is this little girl in my daughter’s dance class; she is about to turn 4. She is beautiful, blonde with cute curls. She enjoys coming to dance in her princess dress and with make up. She is very graceful and is one of the best dancers. And… she still wears diapers!… Her mom does not care, in fact nobody seems to care, nobody even notices. The only person who does is … me… oops.
So how did I finally get my daughter potty trained?
One day I hd had enough, I was at wit's end so I took off the diaper. I set my alarm clock to ring every 10 minutes and made her drink, drink and drink again. Every 10 minutes I put her in the potty. At the end of the day, I had nothing on the potty but 4 puddles of pee on the floor and a very irritated daughter that was crying each time my phone rang. The second day I changed my strategy. I just put the potty in the living room and told her to use it when needed. I also bribed her with candies. Guess what? It worked! After two days and 15 packs of candies, I am proud to say that she was potty trained at 34 months old!
I learnt that adapting my strategy to my daughter's personality made all of the difference in the world. My daughter looks exactly like her dad but has the same temper as I. Like me, you can make her do whatever you want if you promise candies. Like me the more you are on her back, the less she cooperates. So, by letting her decide whether or not to go, she felt empowered and went!
End of the post. I promise I will not raise this subject again.
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Claire, mom of two adorable girls. Montessori believer.
A few pounds overweighted and a few inches too short. Sometimes too French for Americans and most of the time too American for French people. Rarely down to earth but often out of my mind.