Toilets. Words and Spoons.

Toilets. Words. Spoons.
My life revolves around these three things. Funny how things change.
We have officially decided to introduce the boys to the toilet. I am not hoping for miracles here but I figure SAHM used to do it all the time "back in the day" no reason I shouldn't try. To be honest the boys aren't interested or not as interested as I would like them to be. They would much rather pull the potty part out and wear it as a hat. They have sat down on occassion but I am not sure that it was out of understanding or just thinking they had aquired a cool new chair. They let me know when they have gone "number two" so there is an understanding of bodily functions occuring now if I could only get them to let me know when they are going. But, I am sure that will be a challenge for another day. Today I will focus on keeping the potty in the potty seat.
Twins are funny little creatures. Have their own little language and really no desire to communicate with anyone but each other...unless they want something at which time the decide it is best to scream about their needs being fulfilled. We are working on language development and I am not sure it is going as quickly as I would like it to. We get basic words. "hi", "bye", "mommy", "daddy", "I love you" (or at least what sounds like it) an occassional "up" and "down" but really nothing more no matter how much I prod and pry at it the dang kids don't want to say "cup", "food", "all done". They would prefer sign these things to me though I know their language abilities would allow them to use them. So, how do you force a kid to talk? I guess you really don't. I would feel like a bad mother with holding their desired items until they tell me in their "big boy words". So, I am stuck. We read. Everyday a lot. I talk to them all day about what I am doing. Describe everything to them as I am doing it. Watch 'educational' cartoons and try to interact within as much as they let me...and I feel like I am at a point when there is nothing more I can do. I hate feeling stuck as a parent...feeling like there is nothing more I can do and that all of the work I am doing is getting me no where.
Now, as far as utensil use goes. My kids don't get it. Or maybe I don't get how to make them get it. They love their spoons. They don't like using them for their intended use. They would prefer throw them at each other, sword fight with them and attempt to drink whatever I have placed in their bowls. I show them how to use it make sure I eat using whatever utensil I give them in hopes that they will mimic me and still nothing. I end up with yogurt in the hair...cheerios on the floor and a royal mess. And messes and me aren't getting along right now. Messes mean I have to clean them instantly and if I don't face a considerable amount of anxiety. Maybe they pick up on this. Is it possible that children that young know how to "get me" so to speak. No...can't be. But, then again they are Mayo's.
Well, nothing better than feeling defeated as the end of another long week comes to an end. Tommorrow is another day. Another day to master the art of using a spoon. Another day to work on the learning of words and another day to have my children pour yogurt, pudding and oatmeal on the floor and me clean it while happily singing my crazy little song.