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Lame, I know.
1.17.2010
8.26.2009
1 to go
This is from my family blog, but I just had to share!
I suddenly felt the potty training pressure once I learned that my nephew, who is only a couple months older than Avery, was fully potty trained. WHAT? Where the heck has the time gone? Is Avery really old enough for this? I guess she is and I knew it was about that time. So, the day school started, I used my new found freedoom with only 2 kids and headed to "the Walmarts" We found the cute pink potty chair and some new undies and we were ready to go.I guess I was just thinking to myself that I had this made. I had already done it with 4 other kids-im a pro. Right? SOOO wrong! Avery wanted nothing to do with it. She thought the potty was cute and wanted to play with it and that was it. It took her a good 2 days of accidents to realize what going potty really meant. Finally on day 3, she had her first pee in the potty chair.Hip Hip Hooray!!
We did pretty good for a few days and really only dealt with pooping accidents. Then one morning she woke up and would not put her undies on. She was done. I was not gonna push it, so I let her go back to diapers for a few days. A few days turned into a week and a half so I decided that I was not going to let this go by. Gosh darnit, I am going to potty train this girl. So, we started again. Every morning I have to force those undies on her, but once they are on, she does great(except for the poop). We have gone 4 days with no accidents. Bill even took her out last night with no diaper and she told him she had to go potty and all was good.
This brings me to today.
We decided to take a trip to Tjmaxx. We had been there a good 2 minutes and she says she has to go potty. So we rush to the bathroom. Nothing. Seriously 1 minute later, she says "its coming, its coming". Back to the bathroom. She goes!! So I think we are good for the next 20 min or so. About 5 minutes later, I smell that lovely smell. You have GOT to be kidding me. I lift her dress up and I can see a nice big suprise poking out of those cute little undies. As I pick her up, I notice that her shoes are off and her feet are wet. This cannot be good. Sure enough, there is a lovely puddle with feet prints walking away from it. I dont see any worker to tell, so I just figured I would find someone when I was done cleaning her up. I get to the bathroom and reach in my purse for a diaper. None. Oh crap(no pun intended). So I head out, leaving Avery and Caleb in the bathroom, to find some undies. Luckily there was a nice cleanrance rack close by with the perfect ones. I grab a pair and run back in the bathroom to clean her up. When I go to put the underwear on, I realize that they are way to big. I look at the tag and they say 6, but on the package they were 4. Great, now I have to buy these underwear that are way too big-oh well at least they are only $3. So we head back out. She started running for the toys and the underwear fell off around her ankles, so I rolled them at the top to keep them up-nice touch. I figured that would work until we got home. When we got to the toys, I saw that the mess had already been cleaned up. Phew-awkward conversation about my childs pee on the floor avoided!
About 5 minutes later she has to go potty AGAIN! Its crazy, but she goes...alot. Then about 10 minutes later, again. We did this 2 more times and she went all times. She hadnt even been drinking, where is this liquid coming from? After I had tried a few things on, she said she had to go again. There is no way! But, I hurried and put my clothes back on and away we went. After this time, I was done. It was time to go home. When we got to the bathroom she had already peed all down her legs and onto her now soaking wet flip flops. So I ran back out to the cart and grabbed another pair of the huge underwear. These ones werent big-they were size 4. I looked in the package and realized that the big ones must have just been stuffed in there as an added bonus for such occassions. So back into the bathroom I went to scrub her legs and wash her shoes off. I put the new undies on, wrapped her flip flops in paper towels, and threw the huge, wet undies in the trash (dont judge me). I was done. This short little trip was supposed to take me like and hour, instead it was 2. Luckily, she made it home, but had to pee right when we got home. Her potty chair was on top of my bathroom counter, for some reason, and she couldnt get to it. She peed in the new undies and all over the floor. Its been a great day!! And wouldnt you know, she has been accident free the rest of the day. ( this all happend in the morning)
Why am I doing this again?? Ahh, yes, all in the name of saving a few bucks a month on diapers. Am I really that cheap and lazy?
Yes. I really think I am.
I suddenly felt the potty training pressure once I learned that my nephew, who is only a couple months older than Avery, was fully potty trained. WHAT? Where the heck has the time gone? Is Avery really old enough for this? I guess she is and I knew it was about that time. So, the day school started, I used my new found freedoom with only 2 kids and headed to "the Walmarts" We found the cute pink potty chair and some new undies and we were ready to go.I guess I was just thinking to myself that I had this made. I had already done it with 4 other kids-im a pro. Right? SOOO wrong! Avery wanted nothing to do with it. She thought the potty was cute and wanted to play with it and that was it. It took her a good 2 days of accidents to realize what going potty really meant. Finally on day 3, she had her first pee in the potty chair.Hip Hip Hooray!!
We did pretty good for a few days and really only dealt with pooping accidents. Then one morning she woke up and would not put her undies on. She was done. I was not gonna push it, so I let her go back to diapers for a few days. A few days turned into a week and a half so I decided that I was not going to let this go by. Gosh darnit, I am going to potty train this girl. So, we started again. Every morning I have to force those undies on her, but once they are on, she does great(except for the poop). We have gone 4 days with no accidents. Bill even took her out last night with no diaper and she told him she had to go potty and all was good.
This brings me to today.
We decided to take a trip to Tjmaxx. We had been there a good 2 minutes and she says she has to go potty. So we rush to the bathroom. Nothing. Seriously 1 minute later, she says "its coming, its coming". Back to the bathroom. She goes!! So I think we are good for the next 20 min or so. About 5 minutes later, I smell that lovely smell. You have GOT to be kidding me. I lift her dress up and I can see a nice big suprise poking out of those cute little undies. As I pick her up, I notice that her shoes are off and her feet are wet. This cannot be good. Sure enough, there is a lovely puddle with feet prints walking away from it. I dont see any worker to tell, so I just figured I would find someone when I was done cleaning her up. I get to the bathroom and reach in my purse for a diaper. None. Oh crap(no pun intended). So I head out, leaving Avery and Caleb in the bathroom, to find some undies. Luckily there was a nice cleanrance rack close by with the perfect ones. I grab a pair and run back in the bathroom to clean her up. When I go to put the underwear on, I realize that they are way to big. I look at the tag and they say 6, but on the package they were 4. Great, now I have to buy these underwear that are way too big-oh well at least they are only $3. So we head back out. She started running for the toys and the underwear fell off around her ankles, so I rolled them at the top to keep them up-nice touch. I figured that would work until we got home. When we got to the toys, I saw that the mess had already been cleaned up. Phew-awkward conversation about my childs pee on the floor avoided!
About 5 minutes later she has to go potty AGAIN! Its crazy, but she goes...alot. Then about 10 minutes later, again. We did this 2 more times and she went all times. She hadnt even been drinking, where is this liquid coming from? After I had tried a few things on, she said she had to go again. There is no way! But, I hurried and put my clothes back on and away we went. After this time, I was done. It was time to go home. When we got to the bathroom she had already peed all down her legs and onto her now soaking wet flip flops. So I ran back out to the cart and grabbed another pair of the huge underwear. These ones werent big-they were size 4. I looked in the package and realized that the big ones must have just been stuffed in there as an added bonus for such occassions. So back into the bathroom I went to scrub her legs and wash her shoes off. I put the new undies on, wrapped her flip flops in paper towels, and threw the huge, wet undies in the trash (dont judge me). I was done. This short little trip was supposed to take me like and hour, instead it was 2. Luckily, she made it home, but had to pee right when we got home. Her potty chair was on top of my bathroom counter, for some reason, and she couldnt get to it. She peed in the new undies and all over the floor. Its been a great day!! And wouldnt you know, she has been accident free the rest of the day. ( this all happend in the morning)
Why am I doing this again?? Ahh, yes, all in the name of saving a few bucks a month on diapers. Am I really that cheap and lazy?
Yes. I really think I am.
8.24.2009
Ode to Chaos
I just had to post this beautiful poem that my 10 year old wrote. He has such talent in his writing and I just had to share:
One Mixed-up House
This is the house where I live
This is where my little brothers rage in battle on the love sack for no reason
This is where it is extremely hard to concentrate on anything your doing
This is where I have to clean up after my siblings every hour
And you hear my brothers screaming loudly
And see a mess
And feel like getting out
And somebody cares
Isnt that wonderful!! Im so touched by his words of love for his family. I especially love the ending sentence that was thrown in there for good measure.
This kid kills me!!
One Mixed-up House
This is the house where I live
This is where my little brothers rage in battle on the love sack for no reason
This is where it is extremely hard to concentrate on anything your doing
This is where I have to clean up after my siblings every hour
And you hear my brothers screaming loudly
And see a mess
And feel like getting out
And somebody cares
Isnt that wonderful!! Im so touched by his words of love for his family. I especially love the ending sentence that was thrown in there for good measure.
This kid kills me!!
8.20.2009
Seasons
I heard the funniest thing a few days ago.
I had a visit from some sweet girls from my church. One of them was telling me that her sister always used the saying "its just not my season". I had never heard that before, but since then, I have heard it a few times. For some reason, it has just stuck in my head over the last few days and I havent been able to get past it. What the heck does that even mean?
Its not my season to try new things
Its not my season to give service
Its not my season to help out at school
Its not my season to scrapbook, or journal
Its not my season to cook
Its not my season to exercise
Its not my season to...
You fill in the blank
To me, its just an excuse to not try something new. Its always your season, you just have to put forth a bigger effort than you might have had to at a different time.
Seriously, this has become my new favorite saying. If ever I dont want to do something, all I have to say is..Im sorry, its just not my season.
I had a visit from some sweet girls from my church. One of them was telling me that her sister always used the saying "its just not my season". I had never heard that before, but since then, I have heard it a few times. For some reason, it has just stuck in my head over the last few days and I havent been able to get past it. What the heck does that even mean?
Its not my season to try new things
Its not my season to give service
Its not my season to help out at school
Its not my season to scrapbook, or journal
Its not my season to cook
Its not my season to exercise
Its not my season to...
You fill in the blank
To me, its just an excuse to not try something new. Its always your season, you just have to put forth a bigger effort than you might have had to at a different time.
Seriously, this has become my new favorite saying. If ever I dont want to do something, all I have to say is..Im sorry, its just not my season.
8.19.2009
New Blog
Its done.
The new private blog has been created. I messed up on the whole address thing, so I have to send out new invites. The new blog is www.thelomuseven.blogspot.com
I am going to keep this blog as a fun, venting, sharing and whatever blog. The reason I love to look at other blogs is because I learn so much from others experiences in motherhood and cooking and whatever. Im so sad that so many are going private because im missing out on some good stuff. So my plans are to have this blog to share what I do learn or experience myself-I just wont use personal pictures or personal info. I will save the journaling for my private blog. I may share a picture here and there, but discretion is the key.
Thank you psycho stalkers and pervs out there for ruining a good thing
The new private blog has been created. I messed up on the whole address thing, so I have to send out new invites. The new blog is www.thelomuseven.blogspot.com
I am going to keep this blog as a fun, venting, sharing and whatever blog. The reason I love to look at other blogs is because I learn so much from others experiences in motherhood and cooking and whatever. Im so sad that so many are going private because im missing out on some good stuff. So my plans are to have this blog to share what I do learn or experience myself-I just wont use personal pictures or personal info. I will save the journaling for my private blog. I may share a picture here and there, but discretion is the key.
Thank you psycho stalkers and pervs out there for ruining a good thing
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