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I have not written about potty training much (ever?) on my blog, which is a little crazy, because I feel like I’ve been in the midst of toilet training for years. Just like the feeling that diapers will never end, I’m pretty sure I will always be training someone to use the toilet. Mark my words, by the time we’re finally done with the toddler and preschool years, I’ll have a puppy or something.

I might just be a lazy potty trainer. Before my oldest turned two, he showed a lot of potty progress at daycare but he absolutely refused to participate in the potty process at home. Eventually I went off on maternity leave with his little brother and the toilet training stopped for about a year – until the thought of sending a kid back to daycare in diapers when the daycare had already done all the hard toilet training work with him was too embarrassing for me to stomach as a mother. So, I found myself determined to potty train this little three year old who still had no desire to sit on a toilet or a potty at home.

I wish I could say that I learned the secret to potty training success with my first child, but that is clearly not the case.

It is hard to write about something personal like this when I don’t have any magic solutions. My kids are people, and no person really wants their bathroom habits talked about. But I tell the stories of my family, so I’m in this odd little space between wanting to write about these trials and tribulations that all parents go through while also respecting my children.

Here’s what I have learned through the toilet training process: kids are different; so very different. One technique which might work wonders for one kid won’t work at all for the next. My littlest guy has no problem understanding how to use the potty. He can go on command. I have never sat around and waited for him to just go on the toilet so that he could understand what that felt like. But while he knows what to do, he doesn’t care to actually do it, which means the toilet training journey with him is going very slowly. We also pulled back any training expectations after our daycare change a couple of months ago because he was working so hard just to transition to a new place.

My potty parenting perspective is that kids will eventually get it, when they’re ready. I try to slowly make the toilet an option without pressuring too much and hope and pray that I won’t forever be buying pull-ups. Again, maybe this is the lazy way to go about it, but I’ve heard so many professionals say that there is no one magical time to learn. Kids will, eventually, get it. So I encourage and praise and expect that I’ll be going through this process until my retirement. (Also, lest you think both of my kids are still in the throws of toilet training, I am able to claim success with this method with one so far…)

My favourite tool for potty training success by far is the sticker chart. If there is one thing children understand, it is that a pee equals a sticker and a lot of stickers equals a toy (we’re partial to Hot Wheels in our house). Sticker charts make success visible and it rewards the good behaviour, instead of punishing the bad. I’ve even designed my own potty chart that works great as a simple chart for younger children new to using the potty (every time you go you get a sticker! Fill out a line of stickers and get a trip to the toy store!) and for older children who need to work on specific issues (colour coded lines allow you to attribute a task to each line such as staying dry all day or pooing in the potty.) Feel free to download and use as you like! (Click the charts below to download).

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We’re also a huge fan of Kandoo’s flushable wipes. It makes the messier potty trips less daunting for parents. So while these wipes don’t necessarily encourage more trips to the bathroom, they do help me stay a little calmer and maintain my potty training philosophy of staying calm and positive. And when it is time to teach children to wipe, flushable wipes make it easy to start.

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Without getting too graphic or sharing your children’s secrets, what are some of your best potty tips? While you’re at it, check out Kandoo’s tips and tools for potty training success. They’ve got some great resources!

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I am a Kandoo Ambassador which means I was provided with product and a few gift cards. Be sure to visit www.kandookids.ca for great tips and playful solutions.

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When the Sick Hits

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I’m kind of scared to type out these words. It isn’t that I’m superstitious. I believe in the power of prayer but not in the supernatural causation that leads to certain consequences. But… there have just been too many times when I’ve declared something to be the case only to have it backfire on me a few days later. Still, I’m going to say it (and maybe touch wood and hold my breath at the same time.)

Like every fall before it, our family was struck sick this season. I know to expect it – and after last year – absolutely dread it. While I’m still recovering from a lingering cough that is a few weeks old, my family is (wait for it) relatively healthy right now. (See? This is not something I want to jinx). I’m watching the fall plague hit friends of mine and my heart aches for them, because I remember. I remember endless days of fever and infections and one illness after another. I remember thinking that we’d seen the last of it only to be hit with something else. I remember trying to balance which parent would take which sick day to care for the infected kids who weren’t welcome at daycare. I remember it lasting at least six weeks. That was last year.

This year, I expected it to be just as bad. It hasn’t been (so far). We’ve been, dare I say it? …Lucky. Sure, we’ve had our bad weeks. That’s to be expected. We battled strep throat at the beginning of the season and just a few weeks ago, we were all struck down with a pretty nasty cold that left my husband and I feeling downright terrible (of which this cough is still evidence of). I hate being sick. I hate taking care of sick. And I doubly extra hate being sick when pregnant. I was feeling lousy, and then things got worse.

I woke up feeling worse than ever one morning and I was contemplating calling in sick. Then my two year old woke up and made my decision easy by puking everywhere. Suddenly, our house was afflicted by a bad cold and a nasty stomach bug.

I got scared. Really scared. The day was Halloween, and it might have been the scariest Halloween on record.

In no uncertain terms did I want to catch what Gavin had, on top of this terrible sore throat, headache, and difficulty breathing that I was suffering with. Oh yes, and the pregnancy. The coughing was hurting my stomach enough as it was. And let me tell you, after suffering with the norovirus one year while in my third trimester, I know there is nothing quite like trying to lie still to avoid nausea and having your baby kick your very queasy tummy.

But on this day, I had to be a Mom first. I had to sit with my sick little boy and hold the bucket. I had to clean him (and sometimes myself) up. I had to snuggle him and help him feel better, and I had to try to soothe his heart which had broken at the news that he wouldn’t be attending the daycare Halloween party that day. I desperately wanted him to feel better, not just because I wanted to minimize the risk of catching what he had, but I really wanted him to get a chance to dress up and go trick-or-treating for even a short while that night. The goal of the day was to get enough rest and quiet to hopefully feel better.

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With his big brother at daycare, Gavin and I hunkered down on the couch and I turned on Netflix. If there is any better time to encourage copious amounts of screen time, being sick is it. I just wanted Gavin to get his mind off of how he was feeling and to stay still and quiet enough to hopefully rest. For the first time in a long time, Gavin had full control over the programming for the day. He spent the day watching Blue’s Clues – a new show for him, but one that was perfect for a quiet, sick couch day. It wasn’t too energetic, but it kept him engaged just long enough to drift to sleep in my arms.

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I’m happy to report that after a very long nap around noon, Gavin did not get sick again and he was even able to expend a little energy dressing up as Batman to hit up a few houses that night.

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And Halloween ended up not being so scary after all – until two nights later when Cameron woke up from his sleep feeling nauseous. He spent a couple of hours going between the couch and the bathroom, expecting to be sick at any point. Unlike his younger brother, he managed to avoid actually being sick and was able to return to bed within a couple of hours, but similarly to Gavin, Cameron spent his sick time with the tablet right in front of him, watching Netflix. We even rigged up a little viewing station in the bathroom using a TV tray. Though, I might not suggest Pokémon as a fabulous middle of the night sick-show. I knew it was time to send Cameron back to bed when he started acting out the Pokémon battle scenes.

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And so here I go again, testing fate, but I missed the stomach bug all together. It is only fair with the lingering cold, but I am grateful all the same. Now, let’s just all keep our fingers and toes crossed that we’ve dealt with all the puke we’re going to see this flu season. Because, while I’m not superstitious, the last thing I want to tempt the universe with is our health, especially in my third trimester. Also, I certainly don’t need an excuse to watch Netflix these days.


Netflix knows that autumn brings the sniffles, and so they want to bring the giggles! This month, they suggest checking out these titles with our kids to encourage lots of smiles.

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1. VeggieTales in the House - Netflix Original – Coming November 26
2. SpongeBob SquarePants: The Movie
3. Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted
4. Noddy in Toyland
5. Horrid Henry
6. Tom and Jerry: The Movie

I am a member of Netflix’s Stream Team and as such I have been compensated with a complementary Netflix subscription and a few other perks. The stories and opinions are all my own and have not been bought.

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What Not To Say to a Pregnant Woman

I was in my office bathroom, a shared space where I probably spend a little too much time these days emptying a bladder that is doubling as a soccer ball. The bathroom has three stalls, two sinks, and one hand towel dispenser, so there are times when I can get pretty close to coworkers and other women who work on my floor. A lady who works in a different office was drying her hands while I was reaching over for some paper towel. She glanced at my pregnant belly. “When are you due?” she asked me.

I have come to learn that this is a reasonable, but dangerous question. It is one of the questions I like to ask. It helps me understand a pregnant woman a little better – how she might be feeling, how much time she might have left to work, when I might be expecting to hear news of a baby. But from the point of view of the pregnant woman, I hate that question. I hate that question a little bit because I hate the idea of a due date in itself. I feel like in our society we equate “due date” with “best before date”, and knowing me, I’m going to go late. I’d rather not focus on the arbitrary date of January 12th, when I know that my baby is likely still going to be snug as a bug inside of me on that date. And honestly, I’m okay with that. But this frustration is secondary to the fear that grips me when someone asks me when I am due.

When someone asks me when I am due, I brace myself for the looks, and maybe even the words that will follow. I’m due in two months. And that shocks some people.

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This is my third pregnancy to go beyond the first trimester. There are some things I have learned to expect from my body as it grows a baby. I knew to expect that I’d get large. My belly gets big during pregnancy. I was told that I was “big” when I birthed a 7 pound baby and when I birthed a 10 pound baby. I know that my body goes into overdrive as it prepares to give birth. My hips widen. My bum balloons. My boobs inflate. My womb pushes everything straight out (with maybe a little to the side too). My face and my ankles both begin to change shape. This is my pregnant reality. It doesn’t shock me.

“Oh!” Bathroom Lady exclaimed after I told her my due date. “That’s still a long way off! You’re so big! You’re going to have a big baby! Are you sure there aren’t two in there?”

Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bathroom Lady just nailed almost every insensitive thing you can say to a pregnant woman and she did it without hardly taking a breath.

“Yes. I know.” I answered. Because really, what am I supposed to say? This woman certainly wasn’t trying to be malicious. Society just likes to share in the joy of pregnancy. I get that. But the words she chose sure had a way of sucking the joy right out of this experience.

You see, I really do love my pregnant body. Sure, I feel cumbersome and huge and I wish my face wouldn’t look as pregnant as it does. But really, pregnancy is one of the few times when I am able to fully embrace this body of mine as being strong and beautiful. My body is growing and sustaining a life. My pregnant belly moves and bounces and shifts with the child inside of it. My hips widen to make room to push this baby out with more power than I could ever imagine that I hold inside of me. My breasts grow to nourish the life of my previous little baby. The whole experience of pregnancy and childbirth is so amazing and wonderful and powerful, it radiates with beauty.

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But we live in a world that distorts this perception of beauty. It glorifies a very specific type of body type – a body the that is very beautiful, yes, but not one that is very inclusive. We elevate smallness, perhaps to the detriment of the health of women and babies.

I know women – otherwise healthy women – who unilaterally decide to diet through pregnancy, without the direction of a doctor. I know women who fear large babies, enough that they schedule c-sections or inductions before they naturally go into labour, making the entire process perhaps more dangerous for themselves and their babies. I know women who are embarrassed by the weight of their incredibly healthy, and beautifully chubby babies; Babies who are perfect except for the fact that society has somehow deemed them “big”, and in every other instance, big means bad.

When we question someone’s due date and comment on their size relating to that date, we are working under some arbitrary image of what the ideal pregnant body image is. That is unfair to the woman who is pregnant and it is unfair to pregnant women everywhere. We are perpetuating an ideal that isn’t based on health. We fail to grasp that the changes a body goes through during pregnancy are necessary to support the extra effort that the body exerts through pregnancy and childbirth. We maintain a myth of beauty that doesn’t actually support many of the realities in pregnancy itself.

Our desire to share in the joy of this new life should not give anyone the right to comment on a woman’s body. If a woman is walking down the street and someone comments on the state of her body, that’s called street harassment. Being pregnant shouldn’t automatically make my body open to discussion by the general public.

Bathroom Lady had no idea the kind of day that I was having. She didn’t know that I had woken up early that day and that I was feeling incredibly exhausted. She could not have known about the headache that was pounding behind my eyes. Her words struck me at a weak point and I had a hard time holding back my tears afterwards. But what woman wouldn’t feel hurt if a stranger came up to her and commented on how “large” she was? My body isn’t open to discussion just like I am sure you do not want yours to be.

I want to talk about my pregnancy. I want to share this joyful experience with the world around me. But maybe instead of making judgement comments based on little more than some image of a perfect pregnancy we hold in our heads, let’s try to extend a little compassion. Bathroom Lady could have easily asked me how I was feeling. She could have congratulated me. She could have even told me how beautiful I am.

I don’t need to be lied to about my body. But maybe we can all start looking at pregnancy – all the realities of it – the big parts and the little parts and the extra parts – as beautiful. Because that body is doing amazing things and soon, there will be a new life to prove it.

If you’re pregnant, I want you to know that you’re beautiful. That body of yours, regardless of how much weight you’ve gained or how you’re carrying it or where it is showing, is a beautiful testament of love and life and strength.


I want to reach out and thank all the people who do go out of their way to make pregnant women feel beautiful. Since this incident happened, I’ve heard and noticed the kind words people have directed my way, both by those who knew about the incident and those who didn’t. There are lots of people in this world who know how to help a pregnant woman love her body, and I want to make sure I mention that I notice you too. You make it easier to embrace this body.

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