Saturday, July 12, 2014

This Week

This week was a little more down-tempo than others; we were all recovering from a persistent cold (yes, it's July and yes, again), and by "all", I'm including Opa, Nana and Myriam.  Ugh.  Maybe August will be illness-free?  One month out of twelve?  

Honestly, when people ask me about the most challenging aspect of managing four kids under four, it has to be the constant illness and contagion.  True, herding them around is a struggle, and I often feel as though I'm running an insane asylum:  hysteria because the milk isn't blue, because they miss the Kleenex I threw out, because they only want to wear one pink sock, because they want the light on, no off, no ON... It's hard to split yourself in four while managing a household, which is why I'm eternally grateful for the help I receive.  All that is tough.  However, it is much, much tougher when doing so with a fever, chills and one eye swelled shut.  Or no voice.  You don't get the best out of anyone - kid or parent - when they don't feel well.  I am fortunate that these aren't serious illnesses, so I do try to keep my griping to a minimum.  But I'd love for us all to be well for our trip to New Brunswick.

Anyways, our week started off with a lovely visit from Aunt Jane, and a playdate with their friend Matthew from preschool.  We visited the library, and spent a lot of time getting super wet and mucky in the backyard.  One evening, we also found this little guy (and his brother and mum) eating our sour cherries.  They were so small, they still had their baby fluff.  Edward was less than impressed.




The Puzzle King has an apprentice....


Our littlest VMA (Very Muddy Adventurer)... yum?




Thursday, July 3, 2014

Our Dirty Secret.... Or Potty Training Triplets, Revisited

I find it interesting - and possibly, a testament to the lack of information available on the topic - that statistically, my most read blog post is this one, which was a summary of our Potty Training Experience last year.  The Cole's Notes version, if you wish to spare yourself the suspense, is this: don't toilet train reluctant toddlers on a short schedule.  If you do, buy yourself a few pairs of rubber gloves and expect to use them.  I also hinted at another suggestion:  don't potty train triplets together.

Now, as we all know, there are very few absolutes in parenting, particularly if you're parenting several children of the same age at the same time.  I'm sure there are Parents of Multiples (POMs?) out there who have won the Potty Training lottery and had their BBBB (boy x 4) quadruplets fully trained, day and night, at 18 months.  Then, there is the rest of us.  We slog through mountains of wet and dirty underwear, rolls of soggy toilet paper, cases of stain remover and bathroom cleaner as well as the aforementioned rubber gloves.

If you are not a POM, let me tell you that you cannot fully comprehend the logistical, mental and physical challenges of potty training multiples until you have lived through the experience.  If you are living through that experience, the only thing you want is for it to be over.  Fast.  And so, you try to cut corners and think (hope/pray) that reluctant Child A might be swayed by the success of Child B and that Child C will train herself because aren't girls are supposed to be easier to train anyways?  And that is why, even more so with the benefit of a year of hindsight, I can only further underline my suggestion that it is best to potty train multiples separately, according to their readiness.  Yes, it might stretch your potty training timeline - and your patience.  But we all know the truism that you cannot make a child eat or sleep... well, you can't make them use the potty either.  Sure, you can put them on the potty.  You can beg, plead and cajole.  You can threaten, bribe and reward.  But you cannot make them go.

Which leads me to our dirty secret.  Sometime in the dark depths of last November, I called a potty training truce.  I won't say that I admitted defeat, but I did realize that we were making no progress.  Yes, 2/3 of my older children were dry at any given point, but no one would poo in the potty.  And that was messy, frustrating and discouraging for everyone.  I recalled my twin mom friend's advice:  "if it is too hard, they aren't ready".  It was time to regroup.  We had other issues, too.  Adjusting to preschool was a challenge.  We were into our second month of constant disease and contagion, and our infant had us up all night, every night.  Pick your battles; and I decided that potty training wasn't the hill I was prepared to die on.  I will admit that I was thoroughly disheartened when the diapers went back on.  But we had given it a good 6 months, and with winter looming, I focussed on trying again in the Spring.

When the winter finally started to release us from it's icy grip, and I began to strategize our next potty training attempt, I realized that I had probably thrown the proverbial baby out with the bath water when it came to the rewards system.  The candy had been a dismal failure for us, and had made the training worse because it was instant, gratuitous and took the focus away from gaining a skill.  I wondered if it would work better if the reward was cumulative and removed from the actual moment of success.  I decided to try a potty chart with an ice cream cone as the final reward, and Evelyn was my first candidate.

At her own insistence, Evelyn had tried going diaper-free overnight on a few occasions during the winter and after a few false starts, she was reliably waking up dry in her underwear - she got three stickers on her chart for that.  Daytime and naps were easy in comparison, and she finished her chart in a record 4 days.  However, we were still challenged by going poo on the potty.  She couldn't explain why she was reluctant to do this, and while we tried to identify whatever underlying issue was impeding her, we basically had to wait it out over a (long) month or two.  One day with clean underwear led to two, which led to five, and now she's fully trained, day and night.  One thing that helped her was a once daily reminder that it was a "no poo in our underwear" day.  I think the verbalized expectation spoke to her competitive nature, and it was the direct challenge she needed.

Keith was also anxious to start his potty chart - if not to be trained, than definitely for the ice cream cone!  He was initially concerned that the ice cream cone on his hand-drawn chart was smaller than Evelyn's (see evidence, below), but that wasn't the only issue.  He, too, was reluctant to poo on the potty.  Again, this was a matter of waiting it out.  We put him in a diaper before Quiet Time, he'd go, we would take off said diaper and he'd caper off.  This went on for weeks, until he noticed that there were two squares left on his chart that contained no stickers.  I told him that in order to finish his chart, he'd have to poo on the potty.  After considering this for a few days, he agreed.

And just like that, I had two potty trained Ducklings.

I knew Colin would be last.  He told me repeatedly that he wasn't interested in being trained.  Specifically, he told me that he knew big kids were potty trained, and he didn't want to be a big kid.  I don't think he wanted the responsibility.  Also, Colin has some sensory issues, and processing and integrating sensory input can be challenging and overwhelming for him.  For example, at almost 4, he had a hard time telling when he had a dirty diaper, or when he had to go to the bathroom.  He didn't have a lot of the body-awareness needed to progress with this particular skill.  He also didn't want to leave his toys!  However, with school starting in September, we had to move forward.  I made him a potty chart, but after some initial excitement he lost interest in it.  Yet that initial excitement was enough to start.  Despite regressing a few times, he is doing well - slow and steady. Each regression doesn't put him back at square one, so we're definitely moving in the right direction.  Again, part of me still believes that Colin wasn't completely ready, but we're giving him as much time as possible and working through the accidents and the occasional push-back from him.  Because of his challenged body awareness, we put him on the potty on regular intervals while he learns his cues.  He is somewhat motivated by a reward (we've offered him several different items, to no avail), but for him, his success is largely predicated on his desire to succeed.  Some days, he simply tells me his is "tired of wearing underwear" and that's that.  His school is perfectly fine with him starting in pull-ups, if need be.  But I am confident he'll be fully trained by then.

In summary, for us the key was training individually according to readiness, and keeping our expectations realistic.  The boys aren't night-trained or nap-trained, but as we're phasing out afternoon naps in favour of Quiet Time, the latter has taken care of itself.  As for overnight, we'll deal with that at some point - no rush.  Small steps and small accomplishments lead to big leaps and big victories.  And as I've learned in this parenting business, you have to pick yourself up and keep soldiering on.  You also have to be fair to your kids.

PS:  This message will self-destruct at some point, given that it's high on the mortification level for my trio.  However, as I mentioned, there is such a lack of this type of information out there pertaining to potty training multiples, that I thought it was worth delving in to our experience.

 


What worked.  Sorta.  In a way.  For some of them.... Oh, and that ubiquitous green, smiley guy is my (poor) interpretation of one of our potties.  

Monday, June 23, 2014

Malcolm At One

I started this post not really know how to encapsulate the last 365 days with our Baby Z.  He is growing up - despite being toujours toothless - and Edward and I enjoy and relish every new skill and every first.  But there is something about the last "firsts" that goes beyond milestones and markers.  Something about that last first sweet kiss for Mummy, those last first shaky steps that leave me a little emotional.  It was like this with The Ducklings, too.  But with them, our day to day (to night) life was so busy, there wasn't too much time for reflection.  Our lives are even busier now, but Edward and I now know how fleeting it is, so we do stop and enjoy moments with Malcolm as much as possible.  I also know that there are a myriad of delightful "firsts" for all my children on the horizon, and I am so excited to see where this crazy ride takes us.

The maudlin aside, here is a snapshot of Malcolm at one:

Malcolm looking windswept (and a tad damp - they spent the later afternoon under the soaker hose)

Nicknames:  Mr. Man, Booboo, Boobear
Favourite foods:  saltine crackers, spaghetti, blueberries and apples
Favourite toys:  my bedside clock (he loves to walk around with it in his hand), an octopus, doors/drawers/latches, Evelyn's shoes....
Favourite words:  oh-oh, ball.  Well okay, those are his only words.  However, he will meow and occasionally, and he loves to do his "dada" babble.  When he wants a cup of water, he'll ask for a "baba", and when he sees something on the kitchen counter he wants to eat, it's "NANANA" in a very persuasive tone.

Malcolm is very determined - I think he has to be, in order to get his needs expressed over the din.  And even though he doesn't talk much, he is extremely vocal, and his comprehension is growing exponentially.  Yesterday, I asked him if he wanted to push one of the toy carts around, and he immediately went over (with my assistance), and did exactly that.  Or if I ask him to put something away, he will (ha - how fleeting is that level of cooperation!).  He watches everything his siblings do with studied interest, and derives tremendous joy from mimicking them.  He loves opening Keith and Evelyn's bedroom door in the morning to wake them up, and peeking in their closet door, where they are often hiding, playing "bus".  Like his siblings, it takes him a while to warm up to new people, and when he is really miffed, he has a very R2D2-like shriek...



He is generally pretty easy-going, unless food is involved (hmmm.... the Keith food gene?), or if, God forbid, you try to finger-walk him away from a toilet bowl.  He still isn't walking on his own, but his balance is getting better and he loves to explore.  He does know how to dig in his heels, how to forage for crumbs squirreled away in drawers and cupboards, how to put on my glasses and turn on the TV using the remote, so we certainly aren't worried about him.  I mean, when one has indulgent adults, siblings who bring you toys and a hysterically funny (to Malcolm, I should clarify) puppy who hovers around continually hoping for a cookie and/or a pat, why exactly would one exert a whole lot of effort on mobility?  He is the party.  And he knows it.

We love you so much, Mr. Man!


Saturday, June 21, 2014

Birthday Cupcake

This is a week overdue - as is my "Malcolm at One" post I've been mulling over.  But, better late than never... or unedited.  It is a tad on the long side, but he enjoyed his cupcake SO much, it would have been a shame to edit out any of it!




















The Ducklings And Allergies

As many of you know, Edward and I have allergies.  Edward's are mostly seasonal, but mine run the gamut from cat dander to photocopier fluid.  Thankfully, neither of us have a cat, a photocopier or, more importantly, any food allergies.

Nevertheless, due in part to the whims of genetics and to the lethal peanut/treenut allergy my nephew has, Edward and I refrained from giving our kids any nuts, and we were careful when introducing other potential allergens into their diet.  We didn't scrupulously dissect the ingredients of every food item we brought into the house, but we bought peanut/nut-free items when possible.

With the specter of full-day school hanging over us, I realized I had to be able to inform the school of any allergies the Ducklings might have.  I was most concerned about Colin, because of his perpetually runny nose and eczema, so he went first.  We discovered that he has an allergy to cashews and pistachios.  On the scale of 1 (minimum) to 10 (maximum), it wasn't a horrible reaction - it was just a 2 - but as the allergist pointed out, it was an "untested" allergy.  As Colin has never eaten either of those nuts, the depth of his allergy was unknown.  He could have an anaphylactic response if he were to consume them, or he might not.  But the allergist instructed us to err on the side of caution and treat his allergy as anaphylactic.  So, we had to provide the preschool with two Epipens and pictures of Colin, in addition to completing the necessary permissions and treatment plan paperwork.

Evelyn and Keith went to the allergist yesterday.  I was almost certain Evelyn would be allergy-free, as she has never presented with any of the tell-tale signs of having issues - no chronic ear infections, eczema, hives, wheezing (unless it's cold-induced) or chest infections.  Keith often wakes up with a stuffy nose and he had pneumonia over the winter, so I fully expected that he would present with at least one reaction.

I was wrong on both counts.  Keith is absolutely allergy-free, thankfully.  And Evelyn... Well, her poor (non-casted!) arm swelled up with half a dozen welts.  I was hoping it was a reaction to dust and pollen, but no... it was the nut series.  She reacted to peanut (2), walnut (1), hazelnut (3), cashew (4), brazilnut (2) and almond (2), as well as to horse (2).  The latter wasn't a shock, because I have a horrendous horse allergy, but the nut reactions took me by surprise.  They aren't severe reactions (my nephew is a 9 out of 10 for his peanut allergy), but because we consider tree-nuts to be untested for Evelyn, we are treating them as anaphylactic.

My sister is wise on the tips and tricks of dealing with a school-aged child who has food allergies (Hallowe'en candy, birthday parties, Christmas treats, class pizza parties... yikes) and while it isn't easy for the child (or parent), it is so much better to be aware and proactive.  Ignorance is not always bliss... In any case, as she suggested, we'll focus on what they can have, as opposed to what they can't, while making sure they are well-versed and vocal when it comes to their dietary limitations.


Thursday, June 12, 2014

Firsts And Lasts


First Day of Preschool, September 2013


Last Day of Preschool, June 2014


Sigh.  So bittersweet.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Touch A Truck And A Tumble

Last weekend, Edward and Opa took The Ducklings to Touch A Truck, an event they enjoyed last year.  However, we did learn from our previous experience, and in order to avoid withering in long lines in the heat, they went later in the afternoon.  Evelyn wasn't in her finest form, but the boys marveled at the BookMobile, the hospital truck and, of course, the fire engine.  In a twist of fate, Keith's Car Show nemesis, the cat, was also there. This time, Keith chose to ignore it, so pandemonium and a quick retreat were avoided.


 




The following day, Monday, Evelyn and the boys were at the park with Myriam and I drove over to pick them up so we wouldn't be late for our afternoon school-readiness program, Backpack Adventures.  Evelyn and I were chatting while walking to the car when she stumbled going down a small incline.  She tried to break her fall with her right hand, and ended up breaking her arm.   I could tell immediately that there was something wrong, due to the odd angle of her elbow... and the amount of screaming that ensued.  My kids are pretty rough and tumble and I've seen them walk away unscathed and unfazed from some pretty big dust-ups.  But this time, Evelyn was in a lot of pain.  

I took her to the ER at the closest hospital, and an x-ray appeared to show a fracture of her ulna.  They casted and bandaged her arm, and after a few restless nights and some rather serious swelling of her affected hand, Edward took her to the ER at the Children's Hospital.  After examining her x-rays, they thought she actually had a buckle fracture of her radial bone.  Regardless, they broke part of her cast to shorten it, and re-bandaged her arm.  The swelling is much better, and we will have another series of appointments on Monday, as well as another x-ray.  Apparently, it is easier to tell what was broken after the bone has started to heal, as signs of a healing bone are more obvious than the initial break in some cases.  Luckily, the treatment is the same for both injuries.  I'm hoping it won't be on for the 6-8 weeks we were told, initially!


Evelyn with her first cast, and my sorry attempt at a cute sling.  It did work, though, to ease some of the weight of the plaster cast.