Complete Truth-telling

Now that I have successfully lost...well, pretty much everyone who used to follow my blog, I have made a decision. I am going to revive my struggling for life, but not quite dead on-line story. This time I'm going to add something new. Complete truth-telling. That's right. The kind of truth-telling where I admit that sometimes I want to cry. Loudly. Louder than all my children combined and that is loud. Right now it is 3:30 AM and I can't sleep. Not surprising, given my bike accident induced headaches. It's not really the bike accident's fault. It's physical therapy's fault, but who's pointing fingers? To pass the sleepless time I popped on over to my blog to check on the song I recently posted for some friends that aren't on facebook and it sparked an interest in blogging again. I miss it. I miss the outlet. I actually like to write, so stay tuned and we'll see if my interest in blogging is still there when the rest of the world is awake.

An Amazing Song

Nap Needed

My mom told me that if Christopher isn't potty trained by age 3, we will all know whose fault it is. She is referring to me. Christopher has been sporadically going to the potty for months now. He stays dry at night, has all the needed skills and is definitely interested. I, however, am not interested.

Yesterday I faced reality and dedicated myself to potty-training my 2-year old. Today I have decided to be done until further notice.

Christopher has a training potty, the kind with the little bowl inside. While I was changing Libby's diaper yesterday Christopher went to the potty. He came out with a big smile and a liquid-filled green bowl. He flung the bowl around in his excitement and then tipped the bowl upside down onto his head, proclaiming it was a hat. The remaining contents trickled down his cheeks and onto his shirt. He took bath number 3 for the day.

I took a picture because it was picture-worthy, but today's potty-training mishaps are so nightmarishly etched into my brain that no picture was necessary. I was in the office when Christopher appeared. "I poop in toy room," he said. I walked downstairs hoping for a nice neat pile of the brown stuff, but it was not to be. Libby had trampled through the poop and now that I was looking I could see a little trail all the way up the stairs. I also noticed letter magnets squished into the poop, perhaps some kind of experiment? I grabbed the cleaning wipes and so did Christopher. He helped by taking as many Lysol wipes out of the container as possible. He then dumped the wipes into the toilet next door. The water brimmed to the top when he flushed, but did not overflow. In my rush to get to Christopher I knocked my mirror off the bathroom wall with my head. It shattered all over the floor just as Christopher flushed again.

The shattered mirror, 2 kids and I were standing in a puddle of poopy water. My little ones are clean and napping, but the rest of the mess is still there. Still there. Still there. Can I take a nap first?

Loving the Change in Seasons

Emma's Day

My little girl turned 8 years old last month.

That means that the 2nd Saturday in October was an EXTRA SPECIAL ONE this year. Emma was baptized by her dad.

I am so proud of Emma for the good choices that she makes everyday. She is becoming an amazing young woman.

Really?!?!

This is what happened while I was catching up with a good friend on the phone.

Now you know why my social skills are seriously lacking these days:).

Truth be Told

This is the picture I wanted to use as my new blog header. Dave said No. He wants to perpetuate the false idea that our children always cooperate and look adorable.