Saturday, November 28, 2009

i love diapers. why would anyone want to be potty trained???

See? Charlotte agrees with me!

We began potty training yesterday. Made a big deal about the awesome big boy undies. Both boys were IN to it. Put on their big boy undies, and BAM! 2 seconds later, Owen had peed all over the floor. Okay, okay....we remained calm and put on the next pair. BAM! 10 minutes later, more pee. Owen lasted about an hour until he asked for his diaper. He's just not ready. Henry did a great job and had an accident or two, but peed in the potty for the most part!

This morning, we got up, Henry put his big boy undies on, and went the entire morning with no accidents!!! He was so excited and we were, too!



After nap time, Henry peed his pants approximately 327 times and the last time I said to him, "Do you need to pee pee?" and he looked at me, turned around and peed. We were at a friends house, and that was it. Diapers back on.
It was a huge relief when I put that damn diaper back on, I gotta tell ya. It's so much easier. Who wants to chase their kids around and ask them if they have to pee every 2 seconds and then run their asses to the bathroom if they look at you funny? Who wants to peel urine-soaked underwear and pants (and socks, ugh) off their whiny child every 30 minutes? And really, who wants to be trapped in their homes because their kid can't hold his pee long enough to go grab a bite to eat? Finally, who wants to do all this with a smile on their faces because all the psychological damage we could possibly do to our children when we get pissed off they pissed in their pants?
Not I, folks. Not. I.
So in the interim of running to the bathroom this morning, we decorated the tree. Our theme this year is "All ornaments that won't break." And the boys were very serious about decorating, as you can see from the pictures. They enjoyed putting "ormamems on our tree from homebepoh."

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Things I am thankful for this year

1. Owen and Henry's ability to turn even the most routine task into an adventure.
2. Charlotte's ability to melt my heart with a single giggle.
3. The way Charlotte looks at her older brothers.
4. The way Owen and Henry have been talking to each other when they don't know we are listening.
5. How Todd does the laundry, unloads the dishwasher, puts the boys to bed, makes coffee, and does crazy dances for us all.
6. Everything bagels and cream cheese.
7. My Mom who understands that my lack of communication is a direct result of my crazy kids and busy life and isn't an indication of how much I enjoy talking with her.
8. All the people in our life that we can count on for anything.
9. Our wonderful caregivers that treat our children like their very own.
10. My beautiful kids and all the joy and humor they bring me (which far outweighs the whining, screaming, peeing, pooping, biting, hitting, frustration, ANGER, EATYOURDINNERNOW, STOPSLAMMINGTHEDOOR moments).
Happy Thanksgiving, friends and family!!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

tidbits

* Having a birthday dinner for Grandpa, we were all discussing what our names were. The boys correctly identified Daddy as Todd, Mommy as Jane, Grandpa as Steven....Owen correctly told us his middle name (Thomas). Then we turned to Henry and asked him, "What is your middle name, Henry?" Without missing a beat, he answered, "Trouble."

* After dinner tonight, Owen got his potty seat (part of our routine now - iCarly and iPotty) took it to the couch, sat on it, and said "Look at me! I'm Mr. Pussy!" We still have no idea what the hell this means.

* I asked a class today how they could simplify their lives after we listened to the Shaker hymn "Simple Gifts." One student raised his hand and answered, "No pants."

Sunday, November 08, 2009

end of October.

The big boys in a baby swing. Why fight it?

Charlotte loves her yummies now....here is a taste of butternut squash. Yum-O!

O and Char:

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