potty training weekend


I’m gonna be honest: the odds were against us this Potty Training Weekend. I woke up Saturday with absolutely no voice whatsoever. GB woke up with pinkeye. But Holden woke up ready for “no more diapers!” and to take on this potty training weekend I had been hyping up for days. So that’s all that really mattered. We soldiered through because this was the only weekend in the foreseeable future that we could dedicate solely to this purpose.

Potty Training Weekend with a 2.5 year old @ohbotherblog

So these are the two blog posts I studied in anticipation of this weekend:

Day One was a long, pantsless day, broken up into 15-minute segments of potty going. I set the timer on my phone and we visited the potty religiously every 15 minutes (ish). Sometimes she peed. Sometimes she just sat. But then we’d wipe, flush, wash hands, and–if she went–get a stamp (“tattoo”) and a sticker.

Potty Training Weekend with a 2.5 year old @ohbotherblog

Per the blog posts I studied, you’re supposed to ply the kid with lots of fluids and salty snacks to make them pee more. Holden doesn’t eat or drink anything unless it’s on her own terms, so that really didn’t happen. Though I will say she had an above-average day in chocolate milk consumption. 

About mid-morning, she came downstairs and said the words every potty-training parent dreads: “I pooped.” We rushed to the potty, took off the panties (carefully so as to collect the… “droppings”… and then drop ‘em in the toilet), and sat her butt down. As I talked to rasped at her about having that gotta-poop feeling and coming to tell mommy… she pooped again. In the toilet.

This kid pooped all day long. I seriously wasn’t prepared for it–it’s like she saved up all week for this one day. Luckily most of it was in the toilet and not in her panties.

I did put her in Pull-Ups for her nap–judge me all you want, I’m not dealing with that mess yet. In the afternoon/evening, the every-15-minute potty visits were wearing on both of us. But we persevered and survived the first day. She was in Pull-Ups again for the overnight too.

I should mention that, despite having pinkeye and a fever, GB was a real trooper and chilled the whole day, just along for the ride.

I should also mention that it’s already not easy to communicate a point to a 2-year-old. When you have no voice, it’s damn near impossible. 

I woke up Day Two with more of a voice but feeling absolutely sick as a dog. GB woke up fever-free and with somewhat brighter eyes. Holden woke up eager to start Day Two. And again, that’s all that mattered.

Our morning went along swimmingly, again in 15-minute increments. I even tried to sneak in a quick shower while Holden played quietly in her room.

And of course, that’s when the accident happened.

And of course, it was a #2 accident.

But–brightside–it was the only accident all day! So we went from six accidents on Day One to one accident on Day Two. The rest of the day went along incident-free. Holden actually seemed excited when the timer went off every 15 minutes for her bathroom trip.

Potty Training Weekend with a 2.5 year old @ohbotherblog

I’m back to work tomorrow and Holden’s back to school. They already take Holden’s class to the potty every half an hour at her Daycare so tomorrow she’ll just be doing it in panties instead of diapers (don’t worry–I’m packing lots of extras!).

So obviously it is not ideal to potty train a child when you are sick and have no voice. Or when your other kid is sick. Or when it’s 40 degrees outside. But whatever. This was the weekend we had to do it so we sucked it up and powered through. It honestly wasn’t as bad as I was envisioning.

Potty Training Weekend with a 2.5 year old @ohbotherblog

So now my question is: when does she start telling me she has to go? When does that start to click? 

potty training: it’s going down


potty training is coming @ohbotherblog

The time has come. I have stalled long enough. Potty Training Weekend is this weekend. It’s going to be a naked-toddler-butt-setting-a-timer-and-sitting-on-the-potty-every-15-minutes-getting-a-sticker-doing-a-dance pee and poop extravaganza. Hopefully we all make it out alive.

If you recall, we had a few practice potty days several months ago, but the timing was not right… for me or for Holden.

Since then, she has started daycare, where they take kids to the potty every half an hour. She will also pee “on command” for me when I put her on the potty at home (before bedtime and naps, etc.). She has definitely been displaying all of (what the Internet is telling me are) the readiness signs recently:

  • Language - In the past week, Holden has actually asked to use the potty, AND THEN USED IT, several times.
  • Staying Dry - She has periods of dryness of about two hours, which apparently illustrates developed bladder control.
  • An Interest in the Bathroom Habits of Others - Nothing like peeing with an audience.
  • Awareness of Bodily Functions - She usually sneaks off in private to go number two. But for the past couple weeks, she’s been announcing it immediately and wanting it OUT. Several times she actually stripped naked right after going.
I’ve been avoiding doing the Potty Training Bootcamp for multiple reasons, mostly not having time and having my bathrooms being renovated. But now, no more excuses. The bathrooms are completed. She’s ready. I have the time. We’re going to do this.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
FTR: I’ve been studying these blog posts to craft my approach:


halloween recap


As I’ve previously lamented, Halloween has turned into like a month-long holiday. Parties, parades, fall fests, trunk or treats. You name it; there are costumes required. Last year, I went the cheap and easy route and got multiple costumes for Holdy. This year, I just went with one amazing costume for Holden and made it the theme for all of us.

Rockford Peach, baseball player, Rosie the Riveter @ohbotherblog

I found the Rockford Peach costume on Etsy (SilverThreads by Ronda). GB’s baseball player jammies came from the consignment store. For my Rosie the Riveter costume, I used a Chambray shirt I already owned and a pink bandanna that was Holdy’s that literally came from a gas station.

Given that she hated her Anna dress from Disney on Ice so much…

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… I was really glad that Holden liked her costume.

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And GB, well he likes everything.

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Last weekend, we got dressed up and attended a Pumpkin Fest at our city’s farmers’ market.

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The kids helped me get ready for the Masquerade Ball my organization hosted.

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Holden refused her Anna dress again on Halloween day to go to her grandparents’ house, so we went with an ensemble of her own choosing.

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I was a little jealous, so I got in on the TMNT shirt action as well.

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Before Trick or Treat started, Holden was in a bit of a mood.


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I told her there’s no crying in baseball and she got it together.

So we headed out to her first time Trick or Treating, stopping at a Trunk or Treat first.


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She was surprisingly well behaved the whole evening and was excited to say “Trick or Treat” and “thank you.” 


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GB was the official candy hander-outer at my house (with his Duke).


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I’m happy to report that Holden got lots of good chocolate for me to steal… and a few lollipops–her favorite.


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And, of course, there’s always that one house…


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Hope your Halloween was great!

happy 7 months, GB


happy 7 months GB @ohbotherblog

So I’m a little late, but on October 23, GB hit the 7 month mark.

Weight: My scale is broken and says I weigh 20 pounds less than I do (I refuse to fix it, of course), so I really don’t know. I’m guessing he’s close to 17 pounds right now. Just about into size 3 diapers.

Likes: being held, eating, being “hugged” by his sister, flying in the air, being tickled, trying to sit up, belly raspberries, grabbing his feet, “talking,” grabbing at everything, trying to steal people’s food

Dislikes: Being hangry (hey, I feel you, kid). That’s really about it. He is showing some signs of teething but generally doesn’t seem to be too upset about it yet.

Eats: This guy eats like a champ. We just moved up to level 2 foods–combination stuff–and there’s nothing he really doesn’t like. He tries to steal the spoon and feed himself and often beats on his high chair tray in approval.

Sleeps: Like a boss. 8:30 or 9pm to about 7:30am, or whenever his sister runs in his room and wakes him up (argh!)

Accomplishments: He’s allllllmost sitting up unassisted. He talks a lot and has kind of said, “Dada” (grrr!). Smiling (a lot!), chuckling, rolling over like crazy, grabbing toys, kicking like a soccer player, putting his Nuk in his mouth. 

He’s my sweetheart.

happy 7 months gb @ohbotherblog

taking a 2-year-old to disney on ice, or how I learned to “let it go”


Like 95% of children in America (the world?), Holden loves Frozen (or as she calls it, “Anna”). So when Disney on Ice “Frozen” tickets became available this summer for an October show, I hesitated for maybe three minutes before I decided to grab a pair. Holden has never been to a movie or live show before, so I wasn’t sure how it would go. As you are now aware, Holden is not the easiest child to take out in public.

Last month, Target had a sale on a dress-up-Anna costume and doll, so I bought it, excitedly envisioning surprising Holden with the dress, perfectly braiding her hair and taking my eternally grateful, happy little two-year-old to her first live performance of her favorite story.

Things did not exactly go as planned.

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

She refused to wear the dress, insisting it was “too tight,” even though it was clearly too big. I ended up settling for a Frozen t-shirt. She was clearly hating life. Inside, my heart broke a little. 

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

Nevertheless, we embarked on our Holdy-Mommy date, first stopping for lunch.

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

Don’t judge me: it’s like the only restaurant that’s acceptable to take a child of her “spirit.” She behaved. She ate. She was excited. Things were looking up. 

And then:

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

Luckily, the tears only lasted for the first quarter of the 40-minute drive.

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

When we got to the arena, Holden–possibly still groggy from her nap–was super excited.

When we got to our seats, she seemed mesmerized.

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

She pointed out all the “Holdys”–little girls who actually wore their princess dresses. She laughed and pointed at the stage. She, of course, had to have a $26 light-up thing.



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  But as the lights went down, something was amiss. Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog She seemed a little tentative. A little unsure. Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog Then, by the time Anna and Hans sang their duet, she was downright miserable. Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog She turned to me and said, “Holdy done now,” which has sort of become my safe word for “shit’s about to hit the fan.” So we hightailed it out of the arena and took a little break. Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog I gave her the option of going back in or going home, and enticed her with promises of “Elsa’s Song” and Olaf, which were delivered after we settled back in.



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Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog


Holden sat in my lap with her arms around my neck for the entire second half, but she seemed to love it.

She was even cool during the scary snow monster part.

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

By the end, she was clapping and dancing with the crowd.

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog



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So, all in all, not a total disaster.

The parking lot on the way out, however…

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

But, let’s be honest, I’d do it all again for this kid.

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

Holden's first trip to Disney on Ice @ohbotherblog

the lazy mom’s guide to making your own baby food


Look, I try to be a good mom, I really do. But momming is hard, especially when you’re doing it by yourself, so sometimes you gotta get creative. And find some good mom hacks.

It’s almost 10pm on a Take-Out-The-Trash Night and, rather than throw away the fresh produce that our family of three never eats in its entirety, I decided to have a puree party and make some baby food for GB. On the menu: peaches.

Now, I didn’t get this brilliant idea to blog about this until I was already in the process, so I don’t have a “before” photo to show you, but I’m pretty sure you know what a peach looks like so we’re cool, right?

The Lazy Mom’s Guide to Making Your Own Baby Food

Take that pretty ripe produce you’ve got in your fruit bowl or fridge. Throw it in a Crock-Pot and go do life stuff for a few hours. (I’ve got a mini Crock-Pot that I got at Target for like $15 that’s great for entertaining… and, it turns out, making baby food.)

lazy mom's guide to making your own baby food @ohbotherblog


Take the now-soft and cooked produce out of the Crock-Pot and remove any yuckies, like pits or skins.

lazy mom's guide to making your own baby food @ohbotherblog


(Appetizing, right?)

Deposit the mush into a Mini Bullet (no, not Mommy’s special Mini Bullet) or blender.

lazy mom's guide to making your own baby food @ohbotherblog


Blend that stuff up.

lazy mom's guide to making your own baby food @ohbotherblog


Dump the puree into whatever baby food containers you’ve got.

lazy mom's guide to making your own baby food @ohbotherblog


Wait until it cools and throw it in the freezer with whatever random baby food you’ve previously made. Or in the fridge for tomorrow. Or serve it up immediately. Whatever floats your boat.

lazy mom's guide to making your own baby food @ohbotherblog


Throw the bullet and whatever utensils you used in the dishwasher.

lazy mom's guide to making your own baby food @ohbotherblog


Feel good knowing you made your kid some baby food.

Let’s be honest, though: I’ve got plenty of the ready-made stuff for back-up and nights where I don’t have time to mess around with making my own.

lazy mom's guide to making your own baby food @ohbotherblog


I’m coming for you next, baby carrots.

lazy mom's guide to making your own baby food @ohbotherblog

happy 6 months, gb



It’s so hard for me to believe, but this guy is six months old today.

Weight: My scale is broken and says I weigh 20 pounds less than I do (I refuse to fix it, of course), so I really don’t know. At his pediatrician appointment last week they said 15.9 lbs.

Likes: being held, milk, his sister, sitting outside, watching the fan, when mommy makes crazy faces and voices, the baby gym, being “hugged” by his sister, flying in the air, being tickled, trying to sit up, belly raspberries, grabbing his feet, “talking.”

Dislikes: He is still super pleasant. We recently got over a bout of Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease and neither the doctor or I could tell because he was still so content. He did want to be held a lot last week when he was sick. He doesn’t like getting hot in his car seat. 

Eats: We just started solid foods this week. So far, he’s loving his rice cereal, avocados and apples.

Sleeps: Through the night. In his crib. Thank the Lord. 

Accomplishments: Smiling (a lot!), chuckling, rolling over like crazy, chewing on his hands, grabbing toys, kicking like a soccer player, holding his head up, putting his Nuk in his mouth. He’s getting better at sitting up with help. He coos and “talks” a lot.

Seriously, this kid is awesome.


But, so as not to be all braggy like “that mom,” here’s a true look at the behind-the-scenes of our little shoot today.

Now that he’s discovered his feet, it’s a little tougher to keep him still or to get him to smile for a photo.





He’s a mover.



He’s really curious and is especially entertained by his sister, so I enlisted her help to try to get a smile.



It didn’t really work.



(Notice the blur in the lower right corner.)

But still, no complaints with this guy. Lovin’ every day with him.

PS – the adorable month tie stickers are from Bump2Baby Stickers on Etsy.

guesting for susquehanna style


Guest blogging for Susquehanna Style @ohbotherblog


I’m pretty psyched to share that I’m going to be guest blogging for Susquehanna Style, Central Pa’s style magazine. Check out my first post–an intro to me, this blog and my crazy life–over at Susq Style now!

I’ll be writing monthly blog posts for the magazine, in the similar vein of what I do here–basically demonstrating my feeble attempts at motherhood, Pinteresting and life in general.

I know what you’re thinking, “But, Meg, how can you write a monthly blog post for them when you’ve been sucking so much at posting on your own blog?” And to that I say, “You’re right. Oh, bother.” 

craycation 2014 recap


Okay, so I know I’m about two weeks behind on this but here it is: Craycation 2014 Recap.

As you may remember, Holdy was pretty psyched about going to the ocean. Specifically, she wanted to “get her toes wet, get her butt wet and eat crabs.”

So we didn’t waste any time fulfilling those wishes.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

Now, Holdy wasn’t so sure about the whole crab business when it actually came down to it.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

But man, does this kid love the beach.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

Like, really loves the beach.

Like, even posed-nicely-to-get-her-Scopes-photos-taken loves the beach.

Holdy's Beach photoshoot @ohbotherblog

 I was so shocked at how well and intently she listened to the photographer. I invited him to come live with us. (He was also 22 and adorable but that’s beside the point).

GB was also a real trooper on the beach. (Check out Holdy in the background.)

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

He would hang out in his little tent, and was pretty happy unless he got too hot or his sister kicked sand in his face. Which both happened.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

So GB and I would chill at the pool instead with this sweet setup.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

And we were both lovin it.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

One of my favorite memories of going to the beach when I was younger was playing with glowsticks on the beach when the sun went down. So we gave that a shot.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

One night, we took a trip over to the amusement park for Holden’s first taste of some non-quarter-at-Target rides.

She loved them.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog


Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

I can watch this video of her on her first roller coaster ride over and over.

I even got a brief night out while my Dad stayed with the kids one night.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

And I needed that night out, because the trip was certainly not without its stresses.

Like, tantrums.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

And more tantrums.

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

And then there was the night that my parents went out to dinner on their own.

“Go,” I said.

“I’ll be fine,” I said.

So I took the kids to the boardwalk. And we started out like this:

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog 

And within 10 minutes, progressed to this:

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

I had a very hard time obeying this:

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

So then I went back to the room and did this: 

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

Don’t get me wrong: there were certainly good times. Like:

Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog


Beach trip with baby and toddler @ohbotherblog

But in all seriousness: while traveling with small children absolutely sucks and should never, ever be called a “vacation,” I’m really glad to have created those memories and we definitely were able to have some fun. Holdy especially had a wonderful time and it was great to watch her experience so many things for the first time.

Baby beach trip @ohbotherblog

Though I’m happy to not do it again anytime soon.

first day of daycare


First Day of Daycare @ohbotherblog

So it was a big day for us here at the oh, bother house: Holdy’s first day of daycare. She’ll be going three days a week while my parents continue to watch Gatsby full-time.

I think it’s going to be great to provide her some real structure and to be around other kids. We’re all really hoping it’ll help with some of the tantrums and discipline issues (fingers crossed!).

So, true to form, I tried to make a cute chalkboard sign for a First Day photo prop. True to form, my sign is pretty much a poor man’s Pinterest reject. 

And, true to form, Holden refused to pose for an Instagram-worthy photo:

First day of Daycare @ohbotherblog

Just to be clear, the tears were for the photo and not for going to daycare itself. She’s been asking excitedly about school for like two weeks.

She was super psyched to wear her (completely empty) backpack:

First day of Daycare @ohbotherblog

On the way into the center, I asked if she wanted me to take her picture. She actually looked at me, rolled her eyes and said, “mooooom.” I remind you: she’s two.

No, there were no tears for Holdy during drop-off. In fact, the teachers told me they think she’s the only kid to never cry on their first day.


She ran into the room, said hi to the kids, gave and accepted several hugs, and then joined the crowd and literally never looked back. Not even when I said goodbye. I was prepared to feel elated to have a day free from being screamed at by a toddler. I wasn’t prepared to feel a little sad at how big my little girl was. I mean, I guess independence is a good thing, right?

I didn’t get a call all day telling me to come back and get her out of there so I figured we were good to go.

When I picked her up, she was playing dolls happily with another little girl. Her teacher said that Holden had been good all day–no screaming, no tantrums. She did apparently cry for her mommy a couple of times (is it bad that hearing that made me feel a little good?). She even napped. And went on the potty. So overall, a great day.

I decided our new tradition is going to be ice cream on the first day of school, so I went ahead and got that started today.

First Day of School Tradition @ohbotherblog

And, bonus: she seems completely exhausted.

Daycare = a success so far.

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