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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

A Brief Update

A long break, a new writing gig (sorta), and our third. . . wait. . . fourth(?) attempt to potty train has left "Just a Lil Blog" forgotten in a dusty corner of the already filthy house of my brain.  Shut up, the comparison totally works.


So, the potty training thing:  I'll probably have to blog the experience.  It has not been awesome and it does not look particularly promising.  There are definitely some nice 'take aways' from the experience, not the least of which has been lots of concentrated one-on-one time with Lily, soaking up the love.  But if success is measured by continence. . . there may be some leaks yet to plug.


Sunday we had folks over for Easter.  The whole fam damnily descended on our home like a plague of locusts.  They totally read this blog by the way.  


-Aside- Hello family!  I totally do not think of you as locusts.  I'm sorry for the unfortunate comparison.  I just thought it was timely because of Passover and "10 Commandments" and there were lots of people. . . and you know. . . lots of locusts in Egypt.  But we loved having you over.  -End Aside- 


While my wife and I took turns sequestering ourselves upstairs with Lily, we ate brunchy breakfasty foods and drank mimosas and celebrated Jesus' rebirth.  All good stuff.


There was a lot of Draw Something played also.  


Anyway, I promise an update soon.

33 comments:

  1. Get it? A *brief* update??? BUAHAHAHA. Ok, even if you didn't mean it as a pun, it's funny. Also, better to compare family to locusts than boils.

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    1. Unintentional, but it's totally the type of thing I'd usually take credit for after the fact.

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  2. I love your humor. Ah potty training. My grown ASD son and I were discussing his first attempt at potty training yesterday. We had taped a blue tape X on the floor for him to stand on and let's just say we quietly one day peeled that X up but you could still see the ghost of it on the old hardwood floors. BUT, eventually he was successful. It wasn't easy, but he did it!

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    1. Thank you! Potty training is over for now. We'll regroup and try again later. Not to spoil the surprise of the eventual potty training blog later. . . it didn't work.

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  3. Lily, please tell your father he has it backward. YOU train the parental units, not the other way around. The sooner he understands this, the more M&Ms there will be in your future, and that's just all-around awesomeness for everyone. It's all the awesomeness.

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    1. She had m&m's. . . we got trained. . . and pwned.

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  4. I thought my family had came up with the term, "fam damnly". Suck! We didn't come up with "damn wiener children' either.

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    1. you did. You just didn't copy protect it.

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  5. I hope there was plenty of chocolate and jellybeans to round out the holiness of the day!

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  6. Great...now I want a mimosa! And a lamb made entirely out of butter. Don't judge.

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    1. I could use a damn shot. Or two.

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  7. I love this photo. You are both adorable.

    Glad you had a good Easter, and can't wait to hear about how the potty training went. Happy you survived it!

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    1. I'll write about it. . . soonish.

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  8. Oh, potty training. Just the mention of those two words is enough to send me into the pit of despair. Good luck!

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  9. Hmmm potty training sounds like a lot of fun work! Good luck on that one and I look forward to reading it all in minute detail.

    PS: Photo looks awesome. Love it.

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    1. i don't know if I have the energy to describe the minutia on this one. . . but I'll bet I come up with something.

      And thank you!

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  10. If it makes you feel any better, we are right there with you on the potty training thing. Well, actually, we're in a hiatus until I can figure out another strategy -- because EVERYTHING I have tried to date does not work. Good luck, my friend. Keep us posted.

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    1. we're back in the "figure out another strategy" place too. So we ARE together. Let's start a club.

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  11. Nothing says potty training like the words sequestered and mimosa. . .

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  12. Sending you positive potty training thoughts. We are in the middle (?) I hope of our decade of potty training autistic twin boys. May the force be with you!

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    1. the force abandoned me in midstream (no pun intended)!

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  13. Ugh. Potty training is yet another reason we only have the one kid. Good luck!

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  14. It's OK to call the family locusts, you know, if you are a locust. Then there's no harm. We had the family descend and I'm still trying to recover.....

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    1. what if they're locusts in denial?

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  15. Cute picture! I don't think there's anything wrong with calling your family locusts if they're welcome locusts.

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    1. I just want to be sensitive to the feelings of my locusts. If they don't LIKE being called locusts, it would be insensitive of me to continue doing so.

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  16. Yeah. We have developed kind of a truce with potty training. I don't try to train him and he doesn't flip his gourd. In all seriousness, the boy just doesn't give, well, a shit. About his shit. Or his piss. He will sit in his own urine-soaked pull-up for hours on end. Of course, it doesn't matter if he's in underwear. He'll still sit in it. Same goes for the poop. We "make" him poop right after breakfast (poop schedule for the win!) in hopes that it will be his only BM of the day. Yeah. Nice hope, that. We've done M&Ms, stickers, vacuuming (he loves it, don't ask), YouTube, Keyboard, spinning, etc. He just doesn't CARE. You can't win if the other person doesn' care.

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    1. yeah. . . i suspect we have similar situations in that regard.

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  17. I second the 'just doesn't care' observation, only it was more like 'just wasn't aware'. Like a lot of autistic kids he was in a zone and just didn't connect the dots when it came to feedback from his own body (all the rewards in the world won't help if you don't know what you're being rewarded for). So I gave up the fight and waited for signs that he did care - when that happened I pounced on him like a toilet ninja. It was worth the wait because it was quick and painless.

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