We have been working on potty training and one of the perks of this is playing with toilet paper and getting to flush the toilet, even if nothing actually made it into the bowl... besides the toilet paper. But I have recently been informed that unless a #2 is taken, toilet paper is not to be used by boys. I explained to my husband that when he stays home and does the potty training he can try and teach a 16 month old how to shake, but until then, a few dabs with the TP will have to do.
Unfortunately one of the downfalls to potty training is trying to teach your toddler when the proper time to use toilet paper would be. My toilet paper bill has been at an all time 
high as of late, due to Wyatt's obsession with unravelling an entire roll and trying to flush it down the toilet. One day in particular I threw my hands up in frustration after seeing an entire roll lodged into the toilet and the bathroom covered in the straggly, wet pieces that didn't make it inside the bowl. It was at that moment that I looked down and saw the cover of one of my all time favorite books, "Love you forever" sitting next to the toilet. A recent addition to our 'potty reads' it seemed to serendipitous. My anger was immediately washed away with tears and I grabbed the book, snatched up Wyatt who at this point looked like a mummy who had ran through the sprinkler, and went to read the book on the couch together.
high as of late, due to Wyatt's obsession with unravelling an entire roll and trying to flush it down the toilet. One day in particular I threw my hands up in frustration after seeing an entire roll lodged into the toilet and the bathroom covered in the straggly, wet pieces that didn't make it inside the bowl. It was at that moment that I looked down and saw the cover of one of my all time favorite books, "Love you forever" sitting next to the toilet. A recent addition to our 'potty reads' it seemed to serendipitous. My anger was immediately washed away with tears and I grabbed the book, snatched up Wyatt who at this point looked like a mummy who had ran through the sprinkler, and went to read the book on the couch together.Later that evening we went for a walk around the lake. Wyatt has officially decided that unless snacks are being served on the ride, he would much rather walk then ride in a stroller. So as I enticed him around the
mill pond with my bulk bag of fruit snacks, we decided to stop and pick some blackberries with the idea of going home and making cobbler for dad. By this point the bag was empty so I started filling it up with berries. I dumped Wyatt's sippy cup out and would fill it up and then make a trip back to the bag, where Wyatt was sitting, diligently watching over our stash. I quickly began to notice purple stained fingers, followed by ruined clothes. Every time I would bring a cup back to refill the bag, Wyatt had already eaten 2 cup fulls. I laughed as I remembered my own childhood memories, going with my mom down to the end of the road and 'picking' berries, but hardly ever ending up with enough in my own bowl to bring home.
Wyatt has finally reached the age where he enjoys reading and will sit still long enough for us to finish a book or two together. Reading was such a huge part of my childhood and shaped be to be the writer and reader I am today. I am so excited for bedtime stories, chapter books, and getting to play all the different parts of the stories with different voices for each character the way my mom did. It is so fun to watch him point to pictures or laugh at the story, even if there isn't anything particularly funny.
mill pond with my bulk bag of fruit snacks, we decided to stop and pick some blackberries with the idea of going home and making cobbler for dad. By this point the bag was empty so I started filling it up with berries. I dumped Wyatt's sippy cup out and would fill it up and then make a trip back to the bag, where Wyatt was sitting, diligently watching over our stash. I quickly began to notice purple stained fingers, followed by ruined clothes. Every time I would bring a cup back to refill the bag, Wyatt had already eaten 2 cup fulls. I laughed as I remembered my own childhood memories, going with my mom down to the end of the road and 'picking' berries, but hardly ever ending up with enough in my own bowl to bring home.Wyatt has finally reached the age where he enjoys reading and will sit still long enough for us to finish a book or two together. Reading was such a huge part of my childhood and shaped be to be the writer and reader I am today. I am so excited for bedtime stories, chapter books, and getting to play all the different parts of the stories with different voices for each character the way my mom did. It is so fun to watch him point to pictures or laugh at the story, even if there isn't anything particularly funny.
Fun times lie ahead. Not just in the stories we will read... but in the ones we will write.
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