Wow. Potty training is going incredibly well. I guess my mom instincts were right. We waited until she was ready and now she's wearing pull-ups all day (diaper at night) and she hasn't had a poop accident in over a week! She's pooping in the potty all the time! She loves it! And I love it too. I'm so proud of my girl. This part is going so great that I hate to bring up other issues she's having. But I will.
She refuses to sleep in her bed. She goes through phases with her bedtime routine. For months she'll be an angel and go right to bed. She won't fuss, but she will ask for her music or a toy or a blanket. And then she becomes panicked when we try to leave her. The panic becomes increasingly worse as the days go by until it's non-stop screaming. That's where we are now. She has always slept with her door only slightly ajar. She used to call after us to remind us to close her door. Now she freaks out if we close the door. She says she's scared of her bed. We put a pallet of blankets on the floor at the foot of our bed and she still cries when we leave her upstairs. What do I do? Why is she so scared? It makes me sad.
The other thing going on with her is her increased appetite. She's always been an eater, so to even mention something about her appetite is strange to me. If there's food, she wants some. However, she has become more interested in eating than in playing - even at the water park! She stopped playing at the water park and at the pool this past weekend to eat. She kept saying she was hungry! She would start wandering off and when I'd ask where she was going, she'd tell me she was hungry and she wanted pretzels or a sandwich or whatever. She'd sit in a chair and just eat like it was her job. I know it might be a growth spurt, and I hope it is, because her little body can't keep up this pace!
By the way, her little sister is doing well too. I swear she said "ma ma ma" this morning. I turned to look at her and she was reaching for me! She's never reached for anyone before! Very exciting stuff!
Yesterday marked the six month anniversary of my newest baby's birth. A whole half a year has gone by and we celebrated with family. The night before, our little monkey decided it was time to start sitting up by herself! Until then, she'd been using her arms to keep herself steady while sitting up. Now she can sit tall and reach for objects. I'm so proud!
Our little Boo Boo bear is rocking the potty. She loves wearing her "princess panties" (they're pull-ups) and is so excited to pull them up and down on her own. I'm excited too! Sunday night, as she pooped in the downstairs bathroom, she looked into the potty and exclaimed, "It's a snake!" Too funny.
My husband, Chris, had to leave for work early this morning, so I got the girls ready for the day ahead. Bella Boo happily chose a "twirly" dress to wear. I'm girly and I want her to be girly, and choices like this are a warm fuzzy for me. Almost makes me want to cry thinking about her in her special dress this morning.
We even got out of the house at a reasonable time, so I could avoid being late for work. It would've been perfect if I had remembered to grab their diaper bag as I left the house. I'd just stocked it with pull-ups and diapers. When I get too high, there has to be something to knock me back to earth! Ugh. I felt like such a doofus. It was still a great morning.
Our little Boo Boo bear is rocking the potty. She loves wearing her "princess panties" (they're pull-ups) and is so excited to pull them up and down on her own. I'm excited too! Sunday night, as she pooped in the downstairs bathroom, she looked into the potty and exclaimed, "It's a snake!" Too funny.
My husband, Chris, had to leave for work early this morning, so I got the girls ready for the day ahead. Bella Boo happily chose a "twirly" dress to wear. I'm girly and I want her to be girly, and choices like this are a warm fuzzy for me. Almost makes me want to cry thinking about her in her special dress this morning.
We even got out of the house at a reasonable time, so I could avoid being late for work. It would've been perfect if I had remembered to grab their diaper bag as I left the house. I'd just stocked it with pull-ups and diapers. When I get too high, there has to be something to knock me back to earth! Ugh. I felt like such a doofus. It was still a great morning.
Hopefully, in the coming weeks I will have lots to say about numbers 1 and 2 as they relate to the digestive and excretory systems of my eldest daughter. That's how it is when you're potty training. My hat is off to parents who can potty train in a weekend (we tried it) or go the EC (elimination communication) route. Maybe I'm a wimp when it comes to this sort of thing. In not wanting to force her and cause her to be anal retentive, I have allowed her to continue the diaper affair.
In the past few (maybe 4 or 5) months, my child has considered the potty a passing fancy. Her personal little potty is mostly used as a stool instead of for stool. She hops up on the porcelain throne impulsively. But after this morning's events, I think it might be high time we try again and try with all our might.
Walking around naked after her shower, she asked to go potty and hopped up on the toilet. She usually does this in the morning, but it's the only time of day she does it so it's not a big deal. Don't get me wrong, I lavish her with praise! I want her to ask, so I make sure she knows how awesome it is to pee in the potty. She was still naked when I lay down to nurse her sister. Thank goodness her daddy was out of the shower because I never would've made it into the bathroom in time. Quite suddenly, she said she needed to potty and covered her heiny with her hands. She had locked the toilet lid after peeing, so she couldn't just hop up on the potty. Chris had to unlock the potty and prop her up on the bowl in a few quick movements. It was a landmark achievement! Poop in the potty! Hurray for Bella Boo! Hurray for poop!
In the past few (maybe 4 or 5) months, my child has considered the potty a passing fancy. Her personal little potty is mostly used as a stool instead of for stool. She hops up on the porcelain throne impulsively. But after this morning's events, I think it might be high time we try again and try with all our might.
Walking around naked after her shower, she asked to go potty and hopped up on the toilet. She usually does this in the morning, but it's the only time of day she does it so it's not a big deal. Don't get me wrong, I lavish her with praise! I want her to ask, so I make sure she knows how awesome it is to pee in the potty. She was still naked when I lay down to nurse her sister. Thank goodness her daddy was out of the shower because I never would've made it into the bathroom in time. Quite suddenly, she said she needed to potty and covered her heiny with her hands. She had locked the toilet lid after peeing, so she couldn't just hop up on the potty. Chris had to unlock the potty and prop her up on the bowl in a few quick movements. It was a landmark achievement! Poop in the potty! Hurray for Bella Boo! Hurray for poop!
My two-year-old is adorable. She's loving and wacky and she comes with the guarantee that she will make me question myself as a parent... daily.
She's staying with her grandparents tonight and can do so because Grandpa is retired for the most part. She helped me pack her suitcase this morning before leaving for the sitter and I wanted to be sure she had everything she might want or need. She slept with her flip-flops last night, so that list is growing. She didn't even wear them. She held them in her arms with her baby doll. She also woke up at 3:13 this morning screaming because she couldn't find them. Foolishly, I put them on the vanity next to her bed when I went to check on her before going to bed myself. I didn't want to lose them in the sheets and blankets and have to send out a search party in the morning! How was I to know she'd wake, find them missing, and proceed to scream until they were "found"? And honestly, my husband can never say anything about my fascination with shoes ever again - I don't sleep with them!
Unfortunately, that is not the point of this story. While packing, I asked if she needed all her other sleep pals (Tigger, baby doll & a pink lamb she thinks is a rabbit) and after her confirmation, I dropped them into the suitcase. I turned around and heard, "Not baby!" "Okay," I said, not turning back toward her. Figuring this would be a good time to wash her sheets, I stripped her bed and turned to leave the room. And there she sat on the suitcase. Her baby's head tucked under her shirt. I looked down at her and was in awe. "I'm feeding my baby," she told me. Feeding her baby.
A few days ago, she found a resistance band of mine. The band had the ends tied together for some exercise long forgotten. She put the band around her neck and put the baby doll in the fold of the band. If you're having trouble picturing this, she was using the band as a sling.
She's only two. How did she become such a little mama? And you can imagine, I am very proud to have a breastfeeding, baby-wearing daughter. Even if she is only two.
She's staying with her grandparents tonight and can do so because Grandpa is retired for the most part. She helped me pack her suitcase this morning before leaving for the sitter and I wanted to be sure she had everything she might want or need. She slept with her flip-flops last night, so that list is growing. She didn't even wear them. She held them in her arms with her baby doll. She also woke up at 3:13 this morning screaming because she couldn't find them. Foolishly, I put them on the vanity next to her bed when I went to check on her before going to bed myself. I didn't want to lose them in the sheets and blankets and have to send out a search party in the morning! How was I to know she'd wake, find them missing, and proceed to scream until they were "found"? And honestly, my husband can never say anything about my fascination with shoes ever again - I don't sleep with them!
Unfortunately, that is not the point of this story. While packing, I asked if she needed all her other sleep pals (Tigger, baby doll & a pink lamb she thinks is a rabbit) and after her confirmation, I dropped them into the suitcase. I turned around and heard, "Not baby!" "Okay," I said, not turning back toward her. Figuring this would be a good time to wash her sheets, I stripped her bed and turned to leave the room. And there she sat on the suitcase. Her baby's head tucked under her shirt. I looked down at her and was in awe. "I'm feeding my baby," she told me. Feeding her baby.
A few days ago, she found a resistance band of mine. The band had the ends tied together for some exercise long forgotten. She put the band around her neck and put the baby doll in the fold of the band. If you're having trouble picturing this, she was using the band as a sling.
She's only two. How did she become such a little mama? And you can imagine, I am very proud to have a breastfeeding, baby-wearing daughter. Even if she is only two.
Try as we might to live each day the same to avoid change and disruptions, these things force themselves on us. Before you know it, your babies are bigger, you need a new tire (puncture in the sidewall), someone close to you loses a parent and you have a head cold. I guess if I was really trying to avoid change, I wouldn't have such busy weekends. But truly, my weekends don't vary much either!
I thank God that I am here to see my babies grow even if I don't notice every pound or inch (until someone is grabbing things off the counter that she couldn't reach before!). I thank God I am here to comfort my friends when they are in need. I thank God the tire place is open on Saturday! I thank God for allowing me a new day and, with each one, more opportunities to do His will.
We all fall into patterns. Our patterns might involve kids and school and work, or work and more work! However we live, sometimes we forget to live. Make each day a little different. I'm not saying have fish instead of chicken. Or maybe that's exactly what I'm saying! Yes, have fish.
It's not all hot air - I am practicing what I preach. No, we didn't have fish, but this made me really think about how I live and whether I get the most out of life. The answer? I'm trying and I like it.
I had a Premier jewelry party last Saturday. I've never done that before and I can see myself doing it (or something like it) again. I love entertaining and I don't do it often enough. We had a friend over for dinner last week and it was lovely to see him. Dinner wasn't perfect (I didn't cook the corn long enough) but the company was wonderful. Instead of our usual water park weekend, we went to a friend's pool the weekend before last (this past weekend was a water park weekend!). Variety is the spice of life, right?
Unfortunately, the grief experienced by ones close to us is painful. It's tragic and traumatic and I don't want to say anything to lessen their suffering. It's just horrible.
I've not come to any life-altering conclusions, nor have I made dramatic changes to improve myself. I'm not going to tell everyone to "make the most of each day" or anything cliche like that. I love my kids and I don't spend enough time with them. I also don't spend much time doing laundry (my husband can vouch for this). I will probably never have balance, but it's not my goal.
At the end of each day I think the same thoughts. Are my babies safe and sleeping? Did I kiss them and say "I love you"? Did I tell my husband the same? If the answers are "yes" then I give myself permission to sleep at peace. I try to remember to thank God for all I have, but I admit that I often forget and I hope He already knows.
I thank God that I am here to see my babies grow even if I don't notice every pound or inch (until someone is grabbing things off the counter that she couldn't reach before!). I thank God I am here to comfort my friends when they are in need. I thank God the tire place is open on Saturday! I thank God for allowing me a new day and, with each one, more opportunities to do His will.
We all fall into patterns. Our patterns might involve kids and school and work, or work and more work! However we live, sometimes we forget to live. Make each day a little different. I'm not saying have fish instead of chicken. Or maybe that's exactly what I'm saying! Yes, have fish.
It's not all hot air - I am practicing what I preach. No, we didn't have fish, but this made me really think about how I live and whether I get the most out of life. The answer? I'm trying and I like it.
I had a Premier jewelry party last Saturday. I've never done that before and I can see myself doing it (or something like it) again. I love entertaining and I don't do it often enough. We had a friend over for dinner last week and it was lovely to see him. Dinner wasn't perfect (I didn't cook the corn long enough) but the company was wonderful. Instead of our usual water park weekend, we went to a friend's pool the weekend before last (this past weekend was a water park weekend!). Variety is the spice of life, right?
Unfortunately, the grief experienced by ones close to us is painful. It's tragic and traumatic and I don't want to say anything to lessen their suffering. It's just horrible.
I've not come to any life-altering conclusions, nor have I made dramatic changes to improve myself. I'm not going to tell everyone to "make the most of each day" or anything cliche like that. I love my kids and I don't spend enough time with them. I also don't spend much time doing laundry (my husband can vouch for this). I will probably never have balance, but it's not my goal.
At the end of each day I think the same thoughts. Are my babies safe and sleeping? Did I kiss them and say "I love you"? Did I tell my husband the same? If the answers are "yes" then I give myself permission to sleep at peace. I try to remember to thank God for all I have, but I admit that I often forget and I hope He already knows.
My sister is a water drinker. Plastic cup. Lots of ice. She craves it. I don't think that's normal.
I like water when I'm exercising, but otherwise I want a beverage with flavor. I use powder mixes to add taste (and sometimes they even have antioxidants and such). I have to be really thirsty to bother with plain water. Really thirsty. The thing that bites me in the tush is that my additives add additives. Okay, I'm drinking water, but basically every non-alcoholic beverage has water as the main ingredient. Just take a look at the ingredients list of any drink. Yep, water is numero uno. So in order to err on the side of goodness, I've switched to Wal-Mart water!
Sam's Choice brand Clear American Naturally Flavored Sparkling Water Beverage, to be exact. I love all the flavors too. I know it has aspartame in it and I don't care! This stuff is yummy and it makes me feel like I'm treating myself and getting my holier-than-thou H2O at the same time. I drink it warm, I drink it cold, I drink it in a box, I drink it with a fox. And the best part is the price.
Water is expensive. Whether you buy it in bottles, or jugs, or use a filter on your tap, you pay more to avoid lead poisoning and other crazy things. As soon as I can afford it, I want to buy a filter for my tap. I think it's best because of the flouride that's added by the city. I also think it's so cool that PUR has those flavored cartridges. I would totally buy those! But until then, I am really happy with my Sam's Choice water. Try a bottle.
After some frustration with my wordpress blog, I have decided to move here. Permanently. I'm not sure about all the ins and outs, but I'm catching on. If you'd like to see what I've been up to before coming here, please see me at momto2.wordpress.com
I'll have more to say later as I become more accustom to my new surroundings.
