The August Break
Inspiration

The August Break

Sometimes the universe gives you exactly what you need.  In this case, it was once again the lovely Susannah Conway.  For the month of August she’s hosting “The August Break,” a group of bloggers taking a break from regular blogging for the month.  And I’m joining in.

Blogging, writing in particular, takes time, something I don’t have much of these days with school out for the summer and a number of other projects taking precedence.  So, I’m taking a break from feeling compelled to write something for the next few weeks.  But there will be new stuff on the blog throughout the month, just lots of pictures.  In fact you’ll see pictures just about every day.  Sometimes I’ll include words, sometimes I won’t.  This month a picture will have to be worth 1000 words.

And, definitely check out some of the other lovely bloggers who are participating.  You never know what kind of awesome you might discover.

Are you participating in the August Break?  Let me know so I can stop by and see what your summer looks like.

 

Motherhood

Adventures in Potty Training

Potty training is one of those things that I knew as a parent I’d have to tackle but that, honestly, I’d been living in fear of.  Am I alone in this?  We’ve just been happily rolling along in nappies, why not just keep that up as long as possible?  I just did not want to face it.  I kept putting it off, saying we’d give it a go when the little man got out of school and was on summer break.

Well, summer break came and I was like OMG, I have no more excuses.  We’ve had a potty around the house and used it a few times so he did at least know it existed.  But, I didn’t really have a plan, hadn’t read any books, I just knew it had to get done.

Then one day a few weeks ago the weather was just bloody miserable and we had no plans to go anywhere so I decided, out of the blue, to give potty training a try.  I mean if you’re going to be hunkered down in the house avoiding the rain, you might as well try to do something productive.  So in a way, I’m actually thankful that we had such a long stretch of miserable rainy weather.

We’ve been at it now for a few weeks and like everything else I’m afraid of doing, it hasn’t been nearly as bad as I imagined.  Yes, we had a number of accidents in the first few days, but I think we’ve worked through that now. I no longer live in fear of taking him nappy free outside the house.  And I no longer carry Dettol wipes and paper towels in my handbag.

And I have to admit, I do feel a bit of freedom with a boy.  Because in those emergency situations, let’s face it, it’s pretty darn easy to find a bush in the corner and do a “farmer wee.”

What’s Worked for Us

  1. Choose a time when you’re happy to be homebound for a few days.
  2. Read them some books that talk about potty training.  Our favorite was Pirate Pete’s Potty.
  3. Make it entertaining.  We went to the shop to pick out fancy underpants.  I also had a reward chart where he collected stickers for all the wees and poos that made it into the potty.  There was a trip to the toy shop and a matchbox car at the end.  We also tried sinking Cheerios in the toilet.
  4. Be diligent about reminding them to go.  All of the more recent accidents we’ve had have been because I stopped paying attention, was distracted by something else.  I’d love to say that he consistently takes himself when he needs to go but he doesn’t yet.  But as long as I regularly encourage him to go we’re golden.
  5. Go cold turkey, except for nights.  I think nothing motivates a child to go to learn to go the potty than wet pants and underwear full of poo.
  6. Most of all, be supportive and encouraging because this is more of a challenge for them than it is for you.

Have you been afraid to face potty training?  What’s worked for you? 

London
Expat Life

Welcome to the Olympics

The Olympics have finally arrived in London. And I have to say, even though I won’t be making it to any events, I will enjoy being part of the overall celebration here in England. It’s really been a summer full of national pride that began with the Queen’s Jubilee celebrations.

I’ve also realized that the summer Olympics now represent a significant milestone for me as some of my first memories when I moved to the UK were of watching the Beijing Olympics. I’d moved here just a week or so before they began. This year I will once again appreciate watching the Olympics through a different lens, one not edited by the American media machine. The BBC in fact will be providing the most comprehensive Olympic coverage ever, broadcasting all 2500 hours of competition. All without commercials.

And I’ll appreciate that I now have two countries to cheer for. Go team USA! Go team GB!

Gratitude

Things I Want To Remember

… walking around naked in my sparkly shoes, and then in heels, as he ran across the room shouting “Ready.  Set.  Go.”

… making the most amazing sofa cushion house ever.  Which had a chimney and even needed repairs.  So he got his tools out.

… being so desperate to play with some new bits of train that he insisted I open them so that he could play with them in the middle of the town square. (photo evidence above.)

… calling me “Katherine.”  As in, “Katherine, come help me.”  I blame his dad for this.

… standing on his new “stage” (a step on the deck) and singing Baa, Baa Black Sheep into his “microphone” (a baster).  It was a great show.

… me: “What kind of music do you want to listen to?”  Him:  “Dragon music.”  Of course, let me find that in my song list.

… him:  “You’ve got more grey hair.  It’s grown out.”  Yes, thank you for noticing.

… giving his little friend a hug and a kiss when she got knocked over in football.  Awwww.

Everyday Adventures, Soul Searching

Sometimes You’ve Got to Plant a Few Seeds

A couple of months ago, the little man and I planted some sunflower seeds as a springtime project.  And with my brown thumb, I had every expectation that those little seeds we pushed into the compost would never see the light of day.  Their little clay pots got stuffed inside our shed where they did at least have a bit of shelter and sun.

I’d all but forgotten about them and then one day stepped into the shed to break out the lawnmower and to my great surprise, those things had sprouted like wildfire.  They quickly outgrew their tiny clay pots and we moved them into a big pot, one I felt sure they’d have plenty of breathing space in.

And they did.  Until now.  Now they are taller than my child and propped up with sticks trying desperately not to fall over.  They beg for a new even bigger pot and maybe even a small tree branch to keep them upright. Now we’re just wondering if any flowers will ever materialize.  If only it would stop raining and they could actually get, well, some sun.  I assume sunflowers like that.

All this interestingness sprouted from just a few tiny seeds.

Makes you wonder what we’re all capable of growing if we just take the time to sow a few seeds.

This post is part of a weekly photography challenge I’ve been doing (well, most weeks…) 52 Photos.