Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Took Gideon to Target to select a notebook for Speech Camp (starts tomorrow!). Our first "school supply" shopping trip. I was pushing him towards the frog notebook, but he was quite adamant on getting a Keith Kimberlin kitten notebook. Grey and white long-haired kittens with violet eyes.

The heart knows what the heart wants, I guess.

Then we had an argument over which brand of pull-ups to buy. In case you don't know, pull-ups are glorified diapers that are supposed to bridge the gap between regular diapers and underpants. I mostly buy them because the largest regular diapers are becoming too small (Gideon's very tall, like his 6'8 daddy). He was in cloth diapers until 2 1/2 when he became too big for those. They say kids who wear cloth diapers potty train faster. That was not our experience. Anyhow, we were standing in the aisle arguing because I buy the cheaper Target pull-ups which have a perfectly good pirate on them. But Gideon wanted the Huggies brand with Go Diego Go. I told him I wasn't going designer for pooping. I got to draw the line somewhere, right? Also, Chris has some objection to Go Diego Go and I'd rather avoid that whole "Why the hell did you buy Go Diego Go diapers?" confrontation. Parenting is so political.

Gideon then argued for the Pampers brand so I distracted him while I tossed in the generic brand into the cart. For someone smart enough to understand the nuances of diaper branding, you'd think he'd be smart enough to realize the benefits of going in the pot.

But no, he doesn't so now I'm doing something I swore I'd never do. Bribery. Candy bribery. I call it "potty candy." Seriously. While cleaning out the pantry last month I found some bags of candy bought for my jewelry business long before Gideon was born. For real, yo. I'd include a couple pieces of wrapped candy with all orders. That was back when I gave a damn.

There wasn't an expiration date. I tried one, it tasted fine so I figured it was a sign from above and became the crone who gives old-fashioned candy covered in dust to children.

Well, they're not really dusty. The bags were unopened and my boy just loves potty candy.

Anyhow, also during our shopping trip we tried to find a house (plastic bin) for Gideon's numerous rubber duckies. But we couldn't agree on that either, so we agreed to look at another store this weekend.

What we did agree on today: Boxes of raisins and Amy's Organic Snack Crackers.

Yep, that's about it.

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At 3:51 PM, Blogger Talia said...

So I'm dying to know what your husband's beef is with Diego. My daughter is fanatic about both Dora and Diego. And yes, she's had the Dora pull-ups just once, but never again. The generics are all she knows now. Target, by the way, has the best generic and the best price on those.

There's nothing wrong wity potty candy. We all need some external motivation now and then. Hadley gets a jelly bean with each successful potty event.

At 6:36 PM, Blogger Kelli said...

They say kids who wear cloth diapers potty train faster. That was not our experience.

***My friend used cloth and had a terrible time potty training her daughter then decided it was because she was just so used her wet cloth diaper that when she peed her pants it was pretty much the same feeling and it wasn't such a big deal.

BTW, I used M&Ms as a reward with my daughter for pottying training and it was the magic wand of potty training. I remember having the fear of "OMG, will she be 7 and still want two M&Ms after peeing?" Nope, they forget.

At 7:03 PM, Blogger Laurel said...

Yup! We do "potty treats" at our house. I use skittles. I cannot help laughing when, every time Mose craps his pants, I remind him that he *could* have had a skittle.

I say, "and what are you going to do next time?"

He sings, "Go potty and get POTTY TREAT!"

Then he craps in his pants.

At 7:08 PM, Blogger C. Dale said...

Too many rubber duckies? Hahahahahaha. I guess I played a part in that. Personally, I don't think one can have too many rubber duckies...

At 10:29 AM, Blogger Reb said...

I think Chris thinks the Diego show is exceptionally inane -- unfortunately Gideon loves the exceptionally inane.

I think I'm going to start giving myself potty treats. I deserve it.

And yes C Dale, I'm glad you recognize your contribution to the rubber ducky epidemic in our bathroom.

At 4:06 PM, Blogger Collin said...

Now I have this image of you sitting on the john eating a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, Reb. ;-)


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