I’m sorry to dissappoint all you avid gazette reader’s with a lame post. I know everyone wants to see the kids but this is not that kind of post. It’s late and I should be sleeping but instead I’m staring at the computer screen, with terrible heartburn and immense guilt about my lack of blogging. As I sat here I had some random thoughts that I wanted to jot down. So, read on if you want. If you want to ignore this and wait for a fun blog, be my guest. (That’s the beauty of reading a blog, you can choose to read something or not but there’s no pressure to save or delete!)
I was thinking about Ben and I just adore the boy. He is in Punxsutawney as we speak but he did the laundry and took out the garbage before he left without even mentioning it. I had plenty of projects for him this weekend too and he never complained. We got the garage cleaned out, including cleaning paint spills (courtesy of Ethan) off of the concrete, got the van all nice and clean, and the pool on the deck scrubbed clean and refilled. He also had a surprise for me when I got back from Utah…he had repainted the walls where Ethan had drawn! I could not have been more excited! He is so kind to me and fun with the kids. I am so blessed to have him as part of my life.
The birth of this child is getting closer and closer (3 weeks until c-section) and I have finally gone over the edge where I don’t care how hard it might be to have surgery and a newborn…I cannot be pregnant another second! I am so grouchy and uncomfortable all the time. I just want this part over. Like Jenn said the other day, at least after the baby is born it will be nice to have a new set of problems for a while! Ben and I have also started having little moments of excited panic lately. We were talking about diapers or tiny clothes or something and he looked at me and said, “Can you believe we’re about to do this again? It seems like it’s been so long!” I know just what he means. I’m so used to a kid more than just letting me know what it needs…mine tell me when, where, and just how everything needs to be done. I can’t imagine trying to figure out what a baby needs! We also have no names that we are seriously considering. Oh well, we’ll name it eventually right?
Today Ethan fell and bumped his head. I also noticed that he chipped his front teeth too! What’s really bizarre is that a little while later he was walking around being goofy (no need to be concerned, that’s nothing out of the ordinary for E) and he was protruding his lower jaw. His bottom tooth fit the exact shape of the chip out of the top tooth! I’m surpised both teeth survived as well as they did after doing battle with each other! Poor kid. I hate it when he gets hurt.
Liddy is potty trained for #1, if you know what I’m saying. She’s got it down and has very tiny and rare accidents. She just decided to do it and with a little bribing, she continued! The problem is with #2, if you know what I mean. She does this only about once a day usually and has yet to do it in the potty. (She’s been doing #1 for about 2 weeks now). I have kind of a sense about when it is time. It’s not rocket science or anything, she goes about the same time everyday and usually gives some fairly strong olfactory cues prior to doing the deed, but no matter how long we sit on the potty she waits and does it in her underwear. She always tells me after she’s done and follows with a shy smile and an “Uh, sorry Mom” pronounced with a “w” where the “r’s” go. If anyone knows how to fix this issue, please let me know!
I better get to bed. I’ll try really hard to update with something more exciting soon. The kids and I are going to Punxsutawney Tuesday thru Thursday to spend the 4th with Ben, so no promises!
3 Comments
July 2, 2007 at 11:53 am
Here is what I did with Whitney… I bought her the game “Hungry Hungry Hippos” (on sale!) and wrapped it and put it on top of the fridge. We talked about that present 100 times a day and I told her that when she went #2 on the potty that she would get the present. I wasn’t outwardly angry if she had an accident, I would just say that we’d try again next time so that she could open her present. When she finally went, we all cheered and danced and she opened her present. Then after we had tons o fun playing the game, it went back on top of the fridge. If she did go #2, we dropped everything to play (for the first few weeks). Eventually, she got the hang of it.
Love you!
July 2, 2007 at 1:08 pm
Glad your back! I don’t have any answers to your #2 problem. I’ll pray for you! Wink! Wink!
July 10, 2007 at 12:50 pm
Hey Ashley,
Amanda sent me a link to your blog. I have enjoyed reading it. It makes me remember when my children were very young. I had the same problem with one of mine, I didn’t find a solution until she was three. So, here’s a suggestion. Take Liddy on a special shopping trip. Tell her she’s not a baby any more and you are taking her to buy some very nice grown up underwear. Allow her to pick them out. Stress the point that they are more grown up than the ones she’s been wearing. Tell her that #2 in these would me unheard of. Pack up all the others and pretend to be giving them away to a younger child who might need panties for babies. Don’t make a big issue out of doing #2 on the potty. Just leave wipes, paper etc within her reach. Tell her she’s a big now and can do it by herself and make sure you tell her to wash her hands after. I asked the dr back when mine was having trouble… he says it is a control thing. She won’t give it up until she thinks it’s her idea. I’m certainly glad I only had one with control issues…
Your family is beautiful.. the visit has been fun. Good luck with the new one. ps.. Monica didn’t get named until she was 8 days old…
Love ya,
Mrs. Campbell