Friday, April 24, 2009

Great moments in white lies to the kids

Remember last week when Nate told us he overflowed the toilet at day care? I'll come back to that story in a minute.

A few weeks ago, I came home from picking up the boys from day care and our garage door would not open. I had a LONG conversation with the boys about why it was broken, as you might imagine when something unexpected happens around two almost 3 year olds. It was fixed the next day.

Over the next few days, Nate incessantly asked Jon about the garage door. Nate wanted to know WHO fixed it and he would not let up. Daddy, who fixed it? What was his name? What was his name? Who fixed it? The name "Steve" popped into Jon's head and he told Nate that Steve fixed the garage door. Problem solved (read = Nate moved on).

The following week, Nate randomly said at dinner, "Do you remember Steve fixed the garage door?" Jon and I busted out laughing. Nate has been talking and talking about Steve ever since.

Cut to Monday. Nate goes to school and refuses to use the little potty because he says he is scared of it. He literally held it from 8:30-5 and then had a massive pee accident at home, which involved him screaming non-stop for 20 minutes afterwards. We had a long talk with him and he said he was scared because the toilet was broken. The next day, we and the teachers tried showing Nate everything was fine with the toilets but he held it again all day, this time having a massive accident at school.

Nate was being completely irrational about it and we tried every tactic we knew to resolve it. Nothing worked, so I busted out the white lie. I told Nate that Steve was going to go to day care and fix the toilet, and in the morning we would check to make sure Steve fixed it.

The next morning at drop off, I held him while we flushed each toilet and showed him Steve fixed it. Nate was happy with the solution and went back to using the potty.

I freaking rule this motherhood thing sometimes.

PS. I spent all day yesterday with straight hair and decided I don't like my hair straight. Check out a picture here. Warning: if you know me in real life, the picture may be shocking!

22 comments:

Beth said...

Awesome! Can you send Steve to our house? He sounds like a very handy guy to have around!

HeatherV said...

Ben is still obsessed about my "special tire" when I had my flat. He asks everyday about it even after I showed him we had a new tire and no longer had to use the special. To really freak him out I should have shown him the spare under the mat and told him it was sleeping.

White lies save my butt on a daily basis with him. Good call on Steve making a housecall at daycare.

Lindsay said...

Hilarious! File that under "whatever works."

Threeundertwo said...

So funny! I bet Steve will continue to come in handy.

Joanna said...

I'm picturing what's going to happen the first time Nate meets an adult named Steve. That guy is going to be one very confused hero.

Since I can't comment on your other blog from work, I think you are a curly hair kind of chick.

Erin said...

I love it! We had a "guy" like that growing up at my house named Joe. He would fix things, make Saturday morning breakfast before we were awake, give us our "practical" gifts at Christmas.

Now as adults, we still gift things from "Joe" and often on the weekends, we'll go to my parents for "Joe's Breakfast." Even Megan and Molly are starting to talk about Joe.

I think you rock this Motherhood thing all the time :)

Steph said...

What a great resolution.... that Steve is one great dude, and may be handy again in the future!

You should try the straight hair a few more times to see if it grows on you!

Julie said...

I'm actually surprised that Nate went for it and didn't come up with some reason that Steve didn't fix the toilet. That is where I thought the story was going! I'm glad it worked though--I can't imagine a little bladder holding it for 9 hours--youch!

Goddess in Progress said...

I love it! I'll have to remember Steve the all-purpose fix-it man. :-)

Mommy, Esq. said...

This is where Husband will rule at parenting. He would think of it whereas I would not have. Love it.

Amy L said...

Genius. I'll have to remember that one - wonder if "Steve" makes house calls to San Antonio?

Mike and Jill said...

SOOOO Hilarious! You're giving me some great tips on what to do when mine start this!

Becky said...

Love it! Go STEVE!

Susan said...

I agree with Becky - Steve rules!

Karen said...

That was a very quick solution to the problem!

Bert Bell said...

Quick thinking on your part there Mom. Will pray Nate & Alex don't find out the truth about Steve or Santa Claus any time soon!

Cynthia said...

I LOVE it - great, quick thinking!

Allyson said...

A momma's got to do, what a momma's got to do! Way to go Laura! You rock motherhood for sure. Sign me smiling!

mruchti said...

Love that story! Somehow when I read your stories, it's like I hear you telling it which makes it even more entertaining.

And since I do know you in real life, I'm going to tell you don't be crazy, embrace your curls. I've always loved them. Of course, I was a Chinese little girl who used to pray for blond curls PLEASE PLEASE! haha

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Claroux said...

OMG! I was laughing out loud while I was reading this. It never ceases to amaze me how crafty us moms of twins - or moms in general for that matter - can be on the fly. White lies are common in our house these days. I made the STUPID mistake of showing Maddie how to work the garden hose today (seriously - what was I thinking???). When she wouldn't give up the hose and had completely soaked both Chloe & herself I had Jeffrey distract them and I turned the water off. Maddie was mad and I said "That's it - we're out of garden water for the day." Magically that totally worked.

Well played. I bet Steve will come in handy for quite sometime!!!!

Mondeep said...

That's awesome. I just went through this last week with my twins. The toilet overflowed at school and they were scared to use it. I told them it was fixed and they could hold eachother's hand when they go. I also offerred them each a chocolate if they used the potty at school. That did the trick, no more accidents!