Catch Up Via Random Ramblings

My husband says it’s been too long since I’ve written, I agree. Since Brooks is home sick today and rather tame, I actually have the time to post!

Here’s a mash up of recent thoughts and trends:

This happened. I gave birth to the cutest baby on the planet. As testament to her awesomeness, she was born on October 1oth, 2010 (10/10/10) at 10:10 am. Try giving birth and then having the news crew call your hospital room and ask you to come out to the parking lot to talk about your baby. Ah….NO.

She’s grown into this in the last (almost) 4 months:

Out of control cuteness. Seriously. When I think of my Emmeline the words sweet, reserved and content come to mind. She is just SO wonderful.

Continuing with the adjective game:

Smart, Silly, Big Boy.

This one turned 3! I canNOT believe it, I’ve been watching him recently thinking that all traces of baby are gone. They’ve been replaced by quite the cool kid. Since Emme was born, he’s really hit a neat phase and grown so much. He’s finally agreed to let me do “school” with him and I get to use him as an outlet for my “pent up need to teach” ways. He so close to knowing his letters and their sounds and we’re working on numbers, days of the week and memory verses. My sometimes wish is to homeschool him, but I believe that some kids are so NOT meant to be taught by their mothers. He’s one. He astounds me though. The child had been blessed with an amazing memory, which he did not get from me, the woman who constantly finds herself in various rooms of the house wondering how she got there and where she’s supposed to be. One cool party trick of his: give him any random book from the library, read it to him twice, wait a week, and he’ll pick it up and “read” it with astounding accuracy.

As for me. I am learning to become a stay at home mom. Funny thing to be learning now, as I’ve been doing it for 3 years now. Apparently, this job has a large learning curve, as I’m just now getting the hang of it. Enjoying it too even. I’m finding it easier to be at home most of the day and don’t feel the need to get out of the house as soon as possible in the mornings. We are hitting our stride as far as structure and schedule is concerned. Early evenings are no longer torture territory and when my head hits the pillow at night, I feel like I’ve actually accomplished something with my day. Can I get an AMEN?!?! Finally!

Running helps. Lots of running. It’s my ME time.

More to come! Hopefully.


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Potty Training, Part Deux.

Well, we’ve come a long way since the last update. Potty training is really fabulous and going swimmingly. Except maybe not right this minute because he’s wearing a diaper and refusing to take it off. The very diaper he flipped about not wearing when I put him down for a nap. I swear, he makes my head spin. But other than that, it’s going really well.

After a frustrating start with training, we took a little break to let our psyches cool. Then, James, Brooks and I headed to Wal-Mart to choose a lovely singing potty. Also on this visit we chose some exciting new underwear. Now, this was a moment where I had to relinquish some control as I have this issue with character clothing. I tend to be rather picky in general with what Brooks wears, but I’m particularly weird with characters. It’s not a hard and fast rule, but I tend to like a nice, character free wardrobe. With this in mind, I’d hoped to find a nice pair for him, plaid perhaps? With stars or rocketships? This would not come to be. He zeroed in on a pack of Cars (the movie, so yes, characters) skivvies and would not be swayed by my pleas for him to consider the less offensive (in my cracked out mind) Thomas the Tank Engine set. James then pointed out that Thomas was twice as much, so the deal was sealed. Now, these aren’t just any Cars underwear either. They appear to be straight from the barrio or the Ocean City boardwalk with the characters airbrushed on the tush. Out of control.

See what I mean?

He sure is happy about them.

So, with new our new potty and underwear, we took a fresh start to the process. Apparently we just needed that little break because it really wasn’t that hard, y’all! He got it, he actually GOT it! Now, this is not to say we were without accidents, but, as my wise friend pointed out, they have to have accidents to learn what it all means. I really feel that he did learn from them. He got a little stubborn about pooping in the toilet though and I sensed a power struggle coming on. Like any Mom worth her salt, I’ve gotten to the point where I can sense a power struggle coming a mile away. After dirtying a fair few pairs of barrio pants (do you know how tempted I was to throw them away?!) I had an idea. We would bribe him. Brooks was told that if he went poop in the potty, he would get to go to a special store and a robot would make him ice cream. This got his attention real quick. Thankfully we actually have a place around here, Discovery Ice cream, where this is possible. Always follow through, you know? All day he talked about it. Strangers at the grocery store knew that if he pooped in the potty a robot would make him ice cream. Sitting at a red light he even asked to pray about it!!! Struggling to keep a straight face, I told him I thought that would be a great idea. So, my precious son began. “Dear God” he said, “thank you so much for potty training and my big boy potty. Please let me go poop in the potty and a robot will make me ice cream. In Jesus name we pray AMEN!!!!!!” (AMEN is always YELLED). Well, prayer works friends!

Pre-ice cream photo op

Choosing his toppings

Robot in action

We’re coming up on a week now and doing fairly well. We still have some accidents and he’s still stubborn as all get out about pooping in the potty. (The robot ice cream thing was a one day deal). I just have to watch him like a hawk and wait for him to yell, “NO,  I don’t want to go poop!”. That’s my not so subtle cue that he actually does have to poop. Sneakiness is not his gift.

Anyone want to hire me to potty train their kid?


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Come on ride that train.

You know it’s been a while since you’ve updated the old family blog when you go to sign in and can’t remember your password. You know you’re pregnant when you realize it’s the SAME PASSWORD you use for EVERYTHING and you still can’t type it in correctly. Anyway, now that I’m here let’s talk about potty training.

Brooks has had a rather glamorous impression of the commode for quite a while now. Before his 2nd birthday he would ask to sit on it and sometimes, by chance score. I was thinking I’d possibly been blessed with a child keenly in tune with his body’s functions and could certainly get him “trained” before we have another tush to diaper. Just before his two year check up, Brooks told me he wanted to ride the potty train. Well! “TOOT TOOT and ALL ABOARD!!” I replied.  I asked the pediatrician what he thought and I was told that unless I got him potty trained by May, far before the baby comes, I’d be better off to wait until after she’s born, possibly starting training around his 3rd birthday. Naturally, I waited until now, the end of JULY to see if the train was ready and willing to leave the station.

Upon seeing a well-loved buddy’s big boy underpants at a recent playdate, I thought  I saw my perfect leverage. “Don’t you want to wear really cool underwear like a big boy?”, I blathered.  “Wouldn’t it be super neat to have DIEGO on your bottom?!?”. I purchased a mammoth sized bag of M&Ms at Sam’s as potty reward, stripped him down and waited to see what would happen.

Here’s what we’ve learned:

Anything but pure nakedness gives Brooks a false sense of security and will ultimately be peed on.

Brooks enjoys peeing outside and has now completely shunned the toilet.

A perk of not wearing a diaper is that you can actually feel the gas with your hand as you pass it. This is a new favorite “game”.

Another perk of not wearing your diaper is that you have full access to your parts…

Do I need to clarify at this point that it’s not going all that well? The issue is two fold. First, he is uninterested in stopping what he is doing to use the toilet. The M&Ms are great, but just not enough to tear him away from chasing the dog with his shopping cart. Second, he has absolutely NO issue with going in his big boy underwear and is completely FINE to walk around with wet pants. In fact, I think he finds it refreshing in the summer heat.  We have no accidents when he’s completely naked, but I do have to leave the house on a daily basis. With him, clothed. So, we’re kind of stuck.

I really have not been paying this whole ordeal much attention in the last few days. He’s been in diapers, has no interest in sitting on the toilet if I do remember to ask him and only asks for M&Ms after he’s pooped. In his diaper. He’s heart broken when I tell him no and begs to be given the chance to poop on the potty, even though it’s too late. Another side effect of our recent training, he flips when I use the toilet. I guess he figures if he won’t be using it anytime soon, he doesn’t want anyone else to either.

Anyone out there have any thoughts?

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Male chauvenist…

Now that I managed to spell the title of this post correctly, I think I can call it a day! For real though, I have so much to say and have had NO time recently! Such a pity.

Okay, so…surprise! I’m pregnant! There are so many thoughts on that note, but I’ll get to them eventually. The moral of my story today is that I need to teach my son a little respect for the leading lady in his life. (That’d be me, thank you!) While I have a healthy respect for traditional gender roles, I’ve got a girl power streak that just can’t be quieted. So here’s what happened.

The other morning, Brooks and I went for a little run downtown. Him in his jogging stroller, me in my kicky athletic skort, we made our way around the battery. Once back in the car, we found ourselves sitting at a red light next to a horse drawn carriage full of tourists. This of course brought a slew of questions from him. “What’s that?” he asked.  “Horse”, I replied. “What’s that”…”Carriage”. “What?”, he asked, clearly wanting more scoop on the whole carriage concept. In one of my more creative moods, I found myself answering him with this clever response, “It’s like a giant stroller that everyone sits in, except Mommy’s not quite strong enough to pull all those people the way I do you, so they got a horse to do it”. (Genius right?) I sat in silence for a moment as he processed this. His response floored me:

“Get a man to do it!” He said with a smile.

You better respect your Mama, son!

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He said what?

Me: Brooks, you need to get up and stop crying.

Brooks: Waa.

Me: You need to get up right now so we can get in the car to go see your friends. You need to stop crying right now so we can go.

Brooks: (massive sigh while picking himself up off the ground)

Yes Motherrrrrr.

This last line was said with more sass than I can type. He’s two. How does he know to say these things????

Does it count as obedience if it’s done with attitude?


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Sue Suit.

Found this “adorable” Puma suit for Brooks the other day. When I put it on him, however, James informed me he looked like he should be coaching the Cheerios.

"I'm going to ask you to smell your armpits. That's the smell of failure and it's stinking up my office."

(If you haven’t watched Glee, you really should)

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He got to wear his “baby suit”.

Brooks had his first swimming lesson today. This event was nothing short of wonderful for him. I’m very thankful for this considering the build up for this one event began 2 months ago. At the end of December we went in person to register for the lessons and he was SO excited. When we went out to see the pool and get the lay of the land water, he tried to jump in, yelling, “I’m READY Mama!”. It’s been a long two months.

This past week he’s been wearing his bathing suit, or as he calls it, his baby suit, around the house, on top of his clothes. Anytime I’d try to sneak it back in the drawer, not 5 minutes would pass before I’d hear him mumble, “Where my baby suit go?” as he ripped clothing out of his dresser in search of the missing trunks.

So, this morning was the big day. He woke with a bang and couldn’t wait to get out of the house. The lesson itself was great, he was one of the older kids in the class and certainly the most daring. He learned to kick, blow bubbles and lay on his back. The instructor used him as the “demo tot” a few times and this apparently went to his head.

Upon leaving the pool today, he told us firmly, “I can walk on water now Mommy and Daddy!!!”. Guess he’s in good company.

Game Faces before the lesson began.

Demonstrating his kicking skills

My kid can blow better bubbles than your kid can.

Did I mention he took a 4 hour nap today? I’m looking into the cost of a small, classy above ground pool for our backyard. It’d be good for him.


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