I have always been very concerned with my size, as I think most women are. I am short, so when I gain a pound or two I feel like it is very visible, to everyone. I don't diet or exercise, but I am active and eat healthful foods. Pregnancy makes it especially hard. You have, on one hand people telling you to indulge a little bit more because what greater excuse to eat than using the old "the baby wants it" phrase. But in the same respect everything you eat goes to the baby and you have to be careful not to over indulge. Here's the other thing, I love food. I love salty food, I love sweet food, I love carbs, I love fruit, I love ice cream, candy, cake, snack food, you name it.
This pregnancy, up until recently has been good to me weight wise, at my 24 week appointment I had only gained 7lbs. 7lbs!!! Oh happy day, I can work with 7lbs! With Marley I gained a total of 60lbs and Abe brought about 40lbs. I remember everyone being so sweet to me when very pregnant with Marley, they said "you're all baby" or "you don't even look pregnant from behind". When I look back at the pictures they were all lying, but that's what this is all about right? Back to this pregnancy... up until this damned holiday season things have been good. Then comes Thanksgiving and then cookie exchanges and then goodies at work and making cookies at home and then the 3 Christmas' we make our way to. Here we are, days later and I feel like my prego weight has at least doubled, and it's all in my face and ass. Now when looking in the mirror while getting dressed I feel like a blown up version of myself. I stare at the stretch marks that never completely went away when pregnant with Marley, the little dimples on my behind and those awful mom arms.
Why am I telling you all of this? Well I read this blog yesterday and it really got me thinking about my body. My amazing body that is growing a person at the moment. My body that will push this little life out in 14 weeks and then be able to nourish it afterwards. My body that is some how managing to continue to take care of two other little people (with much help from D). I don't know anyone that doesn't feel like crap about some part of their body, even my husband feels it at times, and I kind of think that he is a stone cold fox. So as she says let me tell you what I love about my body....
-My hands. I don't even care that they are dry at the moment. I have longish, strong fingers. They have amazing muscle memory, and can knit, write, sew, create, etc. They are good.
-My boobs. I'm just sayin' they are good, and that's what we are doing, finding the good.
-The fact that I have curves. I like that my waist (under normal circumstances) pulls in between my lovely lady lumps and my hips.
-And to finish, I want to give it up for my uterus. It's going a great job right now.
Whew, I feel better. It's your turn. Somewhere today, let someone know what you love about your body.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Ten on Tuesday
10 Intentions for the New Year
1. Keep our house clutter free, if this means getting rid of things almost daily by donating, selling, throwing away, so be it.
2. Try to understand my children more.
3. Publish at least 6 more patterns. Hopefully some of these can be published somewhere other than on my blog.
4. Have a drug free birth in April.
5. Write more letters.
6. Continue to keep our finances in check.
7. Paint Marley's new room, Abe and the babies room, living room and dining room. Hopefully this will all happen pre-baby.
8. Explore a new hobby... maybe paper making, wood carving, weaving, or some other type of textile art.
9. To have a vegetable garden that is enough to sustain us during the summer and part of the fall.
10. To stop being so judgmental of things/people I don't understand.
1. Keep our house clutter free, if this means getting rid of things almost daily by donating, selling, throwing away, so be it.
2. Try to understand my children more.
3. Publish at least 6 more patterns. Hopefully some of these can be published somewhere other than on my blog.
4. Have a drug free birth in April.
5. Write more letters.
6. Continue to keep our finances in check.
7. Paint Marley's new room, Abe and the babies room, living room and dining room. Hopefully this will all happen pre-baby.
8. Explore a new hobby... maybe paper making, wood carving, weaving, or some other type of textile art.
9. To have a vegetable garden that is enough to sustain us during the summer and part of the fall.
10. To stop being so judgmental of things/people I don't understand.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Ten on Tuesday on Thursday
I follow a couple of blogs that do "Ten on Tuesday" and I've always wanted to play along. I decided that today, a Thursday none the less, would be the perfect day to join in. After this week I do plan on posting on Tuesdays though :)
So here we go!
1. What's the best gift you've ever received? How about the worst?
The best was a beautiful pair of pearl earrings Declan gave me a couple of years ago. Well Santa, they were in my stocking. The worst also came from Declan, it was an earring/necklace set the first Christmas we were going out. I think I had been drinking when he gave them to me, and I think I made it apparent that I didn't like them.
2. What is your favorite Christmas movie moment?
I'm not big on Christmas movies, I'm also not big on remembering certain moments in movies, so this is going to be left unanswered
3. When do you open gifts?
I always push to open a present on Christmas Eve, but that's only because I am impatient. When I was younger my Dad and I always exchanged a gift on Christmas Eve because we are both impatient. With my Mom it was on Christmas morning, I could open my stocking as soon as I got up and then had to wait for the rest after everyone was awake, this is the tradition in our house today.
4. Do you believe in Santa? If not, who convinced you he's not real?
No, that went out a few years ago, and I really had a hard time letting go. I like the idea of Santa, but I honestly hate lying about him to my kids and since Marley was little I've tried to convince Declan that we should just fill her in already. I don't remember who told me he wasn't real, but I do remember being in gym class and sitting against the wall waiting to play when everyone started talking about it and I remember how disappointed I was.
5. What is your happiest Christmas memory?
I don't remember how old I was, but my Dad was dating this woman named Margaret, and she, my Dad, and I were on the way home from some Christmas Eve dinner and when I got out of the car I remember seeing Santa flying over my house. This is my happiest memory, because if reminds me how real make believe can be when you are little.
6. Describe an ornament that has special significance to you.
I only have two of them left, but they are Hummel glass balls from my Grandma Joan. She gave me one every year since I was born. She died when I was 20, and most of them were destroyed when my Dad's basement flooded. We put the two that are left up every year, and every time I think about her.
7. What famous person would you most like to encounter under the mistletoe?
Currently, James Franco.
8. When it comes to decorations, are you more of a Griswald or Grinch?
I won't go as far as a Griswald, while I love having our tree up I don't go crazy and decorate every inch of the house. I put up less decorations every year and we've only had lights on the house once.
9. What is your favorite version of a Christmas song?
I don't know about a specific version, and but I do really like "O Holy Night"
10. Have you had any traumatic Christmas-related experiences?
I don't know if this is traumatic, but rather stupid and embarrassing and I will probably make my Mom mad once I tell you. One year, probably the year before I was pregnant with Marley I had gone out after work on Christmas Eve and drank way too much. I was supposed to go to her house for Christmas morning and I woke up painfully hungover and called and said that I shouldn't come over because the roads were bad (it had snowed a bunch the night before). She said okay, and then minutes later, just as I was going back to sleep the phone rang and it was her saying that they didn't want me to miss Christmas morning with them and that Don (my step-dad) was on his way to get me. Ugh... I had to come up with some story for being hungover so I told her that at work the night before I drank too much of "Smokey's Holiday Punch", which I didn't know was full of rum, really I had drank a bunch of whiskey, chased with Coke. Don picks me up I tell him about the punch and we stop for a Sprite to help ease my stomach. The roads were bad, but my stomach was worse and all Don wanted to do was talk, but every time I spoke I felt vomit making it's way up my throat. Finally I couldn't hold it in any longer and I threw up in my Sprite. I felt awful the rest of the day, from the alcohol and more from the guilt I felt about lying to my parents and not eating any of my Mom's French Toast. Sorry Mom.
Don't worry I don't make getting drunk on Christmas Eve a regular occurence, I think that Christmas and the Christmas mentioned in Question 1 may have been the same night.
So here we go!
1. What's the best gift you've ever received? How about the worst?
The best was a beautiful pair of pearl earrings Declan gave me a couple of years ago. Well Santa, they were in my stocking. The worst also came from Declan, it was an earring/necklace set the first Christmas we were going out. I think I had been drinking when he gave them to me, and I think I made it apparent that I didn't like them.
2. What is your favorite Christmas movie moment?
I'm not big on Christmas movies, I'm also not big on remembering certain moments in movies, so this is going to be left unanswered
3. When do you open gifts?
I always push to open a present on Christmas Eve, but that's only because I am impatient. When I was younger my Dad and I always exchanged a gift on Christmas Eve because we are both impatient. With my Mom it was on Christmas morning, I could open my stocking as soon as I got up and then had to wait for the rest after everyone was awake, this is the tradition in our house today.
4. Do you believe in Santa? If not, who convinced you he's not real?
No, that went out a few years ago, and I really had a hard time letting go. I like the idea of Santa, but I honestly hate lying about him to my kids and since Marley was little I've tried to convince Declan that we should just fill her in already. I don't remember who told me he wasn't real, but I do remember being in gym class and sitting against the wall waiting to play when everyone started talking about it and I remember how disappointed I was.
5. What is your happiest Christmas memory?
I don't remember how old I was, but my Dad was dating this woman named Margaret, and she, my Dad, and I were on the way home from some Christmas Eve dinner and when I got out of the car I remember seeing Santa flying over my house. This is my happiest memory, because if reminds me how real make believe can be when you are little.
6. Describe an ornament that has special significance to you.
I only have two of them left, but they are Hummel glass balls from my Grandma Joan. She gave me one every year since I was born. She died when I was 20, and most of them were destroyed when my Dad's basement flooded. We put the two that are left up every year, and every time I think about her.
7. What famous person would you most like to encounter under the mistletoe?
Currently, James Franco.
8. When it comes to decorations, are you more of a Griswald or Grinch?
I won't go as far as a Griswald, while I love having our tree up I don't go crazy and decorate every inch of the house. I put up less decorations every year and we've only had lights on the house once.
9. What is your favorite version of a Christmas song?
I don't know about a specific version, and but I do really like "O Holy Night"
10. Have you had any traumatic Christmas-related experiences?
I don't know if this is traumatic, but rather stupid and embarrassing and I will probably make my Mom mad once I tell you. One year, probably the year before I was pregnant with Marley I had gone out after work on Christmas Eve and drank way too much. I was supposed to go to her house for Christmas morning and I woke up painfully hungover and called and said that I shouldn't come over because the roads were bad (it had snowed a bunch the night before). She said okay, and then minutes later, just as I was going back to sleep the phone rang and it was her saying that they didn't want me to miss Christmas morning with them and that Don (my step-dad) was on his way to get me. Ugh... I had to come up with some story for being hungover so I told her that at work the night before I drank too much of "Smokey's Holiday Punch", which I didn't know was full of rum, really I had drank a bunch of whiskey, chased with Coke. Don picks me up I tell him about the punch and we stop for a Sprite to help ease my stomach. The roads were bad, but my stomach was worse and all Don wanted to do was talk, but every time I spoke I felt vomit making it's way up my throat. Finally I couldn't hold it in any longer and I threw up in my Sprite. I felt awful the rest of the day, from the alcohol and more from the guilt I felt about lying to my parents and not eating any of my Mom's French Toast. Sorry Mom.
Don't worry I don't make getting drunk on Christmas Eve a regular occurence, I think that Christmas and the Christmas mentioned in Question 1 may have been the same night.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Still in pajamas with a house full of sugar
Oh, the spoils of Christmas break... so far it has included a play by play of Sims Racing by Marley while I write this blog and lots of baking. I'm not quite sure why I put my Cook hat on today, but I did. Let me also start by telling you that most of these things were made while our entire house was taken over by children and not just ours, Declan's little brother and sister spent the night and if it weren't for the Wii, we might have had to take care of them or something. Either way I haven't made it out of my pajamas and that is fine by me. 
Coconut Macaroons were made.
I had planned on making "real" truffles but chickened out and made Oreo ones instead.
Then these giant peanut butter sandwich cookies. There would be about 6 more cookies worth if I hadn't trusted Declan in taking them out of the oven when the timer went off. Oh well...
Get a side view of these monsters! I would seriously roll around in the filling if I could, it is so incredible.
And now for a pregnant me, a 24 week pregnant me. Well me trying to get a good pregnant me picture. You know there is always something to blame bad pictures on... lighting, Abe, being incredibly tired, those sorts of things. Off to bake a flourless chocolate cake for Knit Night!
Coconut Macaroons were made.
I had planned on making "real" truffles but chickened out and made Oreo ones instead.
Then these giant peanut butter sandwich cookies. There would be about 6 more cookies worth if I hadn't trusted Declan in taking them out of the oven when the timer went off. Oh well...
Get a side view of these monsters! I would seriously roll around in the filling if I could, it is so incredible.And now for a pregnant me, a 24 week pregnant me. Well me trying to get a good pregnant me picture. You know there is always something to blame bad pictures on... lighting, Abe, being incredibly tired, those sorts of things. Off to bake a flourless chocolate cake for Knit Night!
Friday, December 17, 2010
2+6= a whole bunch of silly
Two year olds are funny. Sometimes they like to pretend they are cats and crawl around on all fours and meow. Sometimes they like to pretend they are dinosaurs and growl at everything. Sometimes they like to pretend you are a popsicle and lick your arm. Sometimes they like to eat everyone else's breakfast leftovers, but never touch their own. Sometimes they like to put everything on the Christmas tree as decoration. Sometimes they tell you how good baby dolphins taste and ask you to get some for them. Sometimes they don't like to sleep in their bed. Sometimes they like to make their bed on the floor in front of their door. And sometimes they like to sleep in the dog's bed, which is where Abe has spent the first part of the past two nights.
And those 6 year olds.... Sometimes they like to turn the whole day into a song. Sometimes they like to climb in bed with you very early in the morning. Sometimes they know everything. Sometimes they feed the dog and the cat. Sometimes polka dots, stripes, neon green, and brown go together. Sometimes they tell you they think they are going to lose a leg because it has a tiny little scrape on it. Sometimes they get their feelings hurt by school friends. Sometimes they tell you they are allergic to something, just so they don't have to eat it. Sometimes they bribe their little brother's with the idea that Santa is soon on his way, bringing a huge bag of presents.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Updated Christmas Knitting
Updating the Christmas Lists
Finished
Cowl
hat
hat
pair of socks
cabled scarf
gloves
hand puppet
Dad's present
Cast on and a priority
worsted weight socks
Mom's gift
Fair Isle mittens
the halfway finished pair of Elf Slippers
Not cast on and a priority
mittens for Abe (this doesn't need to be a gift, the kid just needs some mittens, and I will probably do this today)
Here are the worsted weight socks. Since I took the photo yesterday I've grafted these toe stitches and am ready to start the heel on the second. I love worsted weight socks! They knit up so quickly, I started these Sunday afternoon and they should be finished today. It's Cascade 200 Superwash wool knit on #5s. I will try to post a pattern for these at some point because it's such a simple pattern that I've knit a few times.
The gloves! I've never done fingers before, and I suppose one could say I still haven't really done fingers, but I'm going to say they are fingers. More 220 Superwash wool, on #5s again, and it's a MagKnits pattern called Urban Necessity.
Finished
Cowl
hat
hat
pair of socks
cabled scarf
gloves
hand puppet
Dad's present
Cast on and a priority
worsted weight socks
Mom's gift
Fair Isle mittens
the halfway finished pair of Elf Slippers
Not cast on and a priority
mittens for Abe (this doesn't need to be a gift, the kid just needs some mittens, and I will probably do this today)
Here are the worsted weight socks. Since I took the photo yesterday I've grafted these toe stitches and am ready to start the heel on the second. I love worsted weight socks! They knit up so quickly, I started these Sunday afternoon and they should be finished today. It's Cascade 200 Superwash wool knit on #5s. I will try to post a pattern for these at some point because it's such a simple pattern that I've knit a few times.
The gloves! I've never done fingers before, and I suppose one could say I still haven't really done fingers, but I'm going to say they are fingers. More 220 Superwash wool, on #5s again, and it's a MagKnits pattern called Urban Necessity.
This hat will go along with the gloves, a basic, basic hat. 2x2 ribbing on #8s. Simple. It's really tall too, and when not folded over it gives one the appearance of having a cone head. Abe says it's his and Declan is laying claim to it as well, both will be disappointed.
This little guy just kept wanting his picture taken. I didn't mind since he is so darn cute.
Elizabeth Zimmermann's Ganomy Hat from her Knitter's Almanac for Marley. I really love this hat. The yarn is some I spun last year, and like most handspun yarn that I've knit with it really picks the project. It definitely picked this hat and the yarn and hat are happy together. The little purple bit is leftover Manos Del Uruguay.
Today I will finish those socks and knit Abe some mittens. We walked Marley to the bus stop this morning and it was just too damned cold to be with out mittens. I must right the wrong I have done to my child with him not already having mittens. Handknit ones should do the trick.
Elizabeth Zimmermann's Ganomy Hat from her Knitter's Almanac for Marley. I really love this hat. The yarn is some I spun last year, and like most handspun yarn that I've knit with it really picks the project. It definitely picked this hat and the yarn and hat are happy together. The little purple bit is leftover Manos Del Uruguay.
Today I will finish those socks and knit Abe some mittens. We walked Marley to the bus stop this morning and it was just too damned cold to be with out mittens. I must right the wrong I have done to my child with him not already having mittens. Handknit ones should do the trick.
Holiday Sweet Tooth
This year we (I say we, but we all know that means me) are really trying hard to make as many Christmas gifts as possible. Knitting only gets you so far, because a small gift can take more than just a couple of hours, or days in most cases. Sewing seems like another good idea, slightly less time consuming, but just as effective, however if you are like me you do stupid things when it comes to sewing, see previous post. In the end, at the last minute you are left with cooking. Baked goods, or things with lots of sugar and carbs are typically a good way to win over a loved one's heart. During the past few days our house has been a little factory, churning out sweets like those Keebler Elves, but with a smaller risk of catching the house on fire.
There have been bonbons, butter mints, shortbread, today it's these, and at some point I think I am going to attempt a Panettone. The thing about me is that I'm not one to go out and purchase all of the necessary tools. For example, the Panettone may end up baked in a coffee tin. So when it came to the butter mints I wasn't worried about the fact that I didn't have a pastry tube thingy, I'll just make one. Here's a tip... don't use dollar store bought plastic baggies. Mine wound up taped up with packing tape only 10 mints in. It's ghetto gourmet.
In the end I think the baggie worked and we were left with these little, lovely treats.
Yesterday, Abe and I baked some Orange Shortbread. We added a little extra zest, good call, and I think I will take it upon myself to eat all of the pieces with too browned edges. I just wouldn't want anyone to have a bad shortbread experience. 
There have been bonbons, butter mints, shortbread, today it's these, and at some point I think I am going to attempt a Panettone. The thing about me is that I'm not one to go out and purchase all of the necessary tools. For example, the Panettone may end up baked in a coffee tin. So when it came to the butter mints I wasn't worried about the fact that I didn't have a pastry tube thingy, I'll just make one. Here's a tip... don't use dollar store bought plastic baggies. Mine wound up taped up with packing tape only 10 mints in. It's ghetto gourmet.
In the end I think the baggie worked and we were left with these little, lovely treats. 
Yesterday, Abe and I baked some Orange Shortbread. We added a little extra zest, good call, and I think I will take it upon myself to eat all of the pieces with too browned edges. I just wouldn't want anyone to have a bad shortbread experience. 
Thursday, December 09, 2010
When it rains, it's bird parts.
FML...
I spent a day cutting out those damn bird pieces. Tonight I had the sewing machine all set up, pieces out, ready to sew. What did I do? I didn't cut pieces out doubled, therefore when I put two pieces together to sew, they don't match. Seriously!? Seriously!!!???
I'm now going to spend the next few hours wiping my tears with tiny, birdie body parts.
Christmas, I've got a beef with you.
The good news is that I finished the other mitten, started Mom's gift, and the cabled scarf.
I spent a day cutting out those damn bird pieces. Tonight I had the sewing machine all set up, pieces out, ready to sew. What did I do? I didn't cut pieces out doubled, therefore when I put two pieces together to sew, they don't match. Seriously!? Seriously!!!???
I'm now going to spend the next few hours wiping my tears with tiny, birdie body parts.
Christmas, I've got a beef with you.
The good news is that I finished the other mitten, started Mom's gift, and the cabled scarf.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Lists are for shmucks, and I am a shmuck.
Sometimes I need to make lists, and sometimes after reading through the lists I cry, because the chances of getting all of it finished are very, very slim.
The Great Big Christmas Gift Checklist
Finished
cowl
hat
pair of socks
one glove
hand puppet
Cast on and a priority
the second glove (I'm on the cuff)
cabled scarf (1/3 of the way finished)
fair isle mittens (ready for the shaping on the first)
Elf Slippers (one slipper is complete)
Not cast on, and a priority
Mom's present
Dad's present, yarn is halfway spun
Socks (worsted weight)
Socks (sock weight)
Another cowl
Another pair of mittens
Non-Priority Gifts that will most likely get cast on and finished before anything else.
3 Pairs of Elf Slippers
Now the funny thing is that I do this every year. Every year people! Christmas is only 20 days away, and I still think all of these things can be finished. I am crazy!
Today I don't have to work and I will spend most of it not knitting, however I do think I can get the second glove finished. Today Marley and I will be making soap, and I will be these. I'm going to see if Declan will help with the cutting, and then while Abe naps I can sew. I would like to get a Christmas tree today and get some of the decorations up. Did you know my days are 30 hours long, not the typical 24. Oh, and then there is dinner at my Dad's and then Lacey and Matt are coming over to watch The Walking Dead. Maybe 30 hours isn't enough.
As far as how everything else is being prioritized... I will finish the cabled scarf this week, and probably start some of the socks, also Mom's gift will be cast on. The good thing is that I have all of the yarn purchased and set aside in a very visible place that way I do not forget about it.
It's 9am and nothing has been accomplished except for breakfast, time to get moving if we're going to get everything on today's list crossed off.
The Great Big Christmas Gift Checklist
Finished
cowl
hat
pair of socks
one glove
hand puppet
Cast on and a priority
the second glove (I'm on the cuff)
cabled scarf (1/3 of the way finished)
fair isle mittens (ready for the shaping on the first)
Elf Slippers (one slipper is complete)
Not cast on, and a priority
Mom's present
Dad's present, yarn is halfway spun
Socks (worsted weight)
Socks (sock weight)
Another cowl
Another pair of mittens
Non-Priority Gifts that will most likely get cast on and finished before anything else.
3 Pairs of Elf Slippers
Now the funny thing is that I do this every year. Every year people! Christmas is only 20 days away, and I still think all of these things can be finished. I am crazy!
Today I don't have to work and I will spend most of it not knitting, however I do think I can get the second glove finished. Today Marley and I will be making soap, and I will be these. I'm going to see if Declan will help with the cutting, and then while Abe naps I can sew. I would like to get a Christmas tree today and get some of the decorations up. Did you know my days are 30 hours long, not the typical 24. Oh, and then there is dinner at my Dad's and then Lacey and Matt are coming over to watch The Walking Dead. Maybe 30 hours isn't enough.
As far as how everything else is being prioritized... I will finish the cabled scarf this week, and probably start some of the socks, also Mom's gift will be cast on. The good thing is that I have all of the yarn purchased and set aside in a very visible place that way I do not forget about it.
It's 9am and nothing has been accomplished except for breakfast, time to get moving if we're going to get everything on today's list crossed off.
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Day.... who gives a crap!
NaBloPoMo is finally over, and I finally don't feel pressured to post a blog! Sorry guys, this is a big deal. Also, those damned stockings took over my life. I think I've mentioned that before. I turned them over yesterday and my life is now much more peaceful. I spent the day working on Christmas knitting that I actually want to get finished and enjoy. I started and finished a hand puppet for Abe, cast on something for my SIL, and did a few rows on the gift for my Gaffer. I'm not entirely sure who reads this blog, so I have to be careful not to reveal too much in the way of Christmas gifts, so I will try to remember to take pictures and have a big reveal after the fact.
My two goal in having another baby were to have Abe no longer using a pacifier and potty trained by the time the baby comes. A couple of months ago we got rid of "Paci" and now we've moved on to potty training. The Paci thing was easier than I thought, Abe was ready, it was Declan and I who weren't quite ready. You know the whole "our baby is growing up" thing. One day I just took it away, and when he asked for it I told him it was gone. In his sweetest baby voice he asked, "Paci go bye-bye?" I answered with with a simple "yes" and that was that. No looking back.
Potty training isn't going to be as simple as diapers going bye-bye. Around the same time that I took away Paci I started telling him about the potty, who uses the potty, etc. He didn't really give a crap. Ahahahaha! Get it? Crap? Potty training? Okay, sorry. Fast forward to Monday. he spent the day running around bottomless and enjoyed it very much. Think of all the things you could do with out any pants on. That's how Abe felt. He went #1 every time on the toilet, and #2 happened on the kitchen floor. He has continued to tell me when he has to go peepee and it's hilarious hearing him because he runs to wherever you are and screams "Peepee on the potty, I have to go on the potty!!!!" So we run to the bathroom and he goes, wipes, flushes, and washes his hands.
While I'm very excited about this break through I'm not quite ready to make the switch to underwear. I had also forgotten about the need to use the potty while out of the house. I remember when Marley was making the switch she would tell us she had to go, and there was an immediate panic to find a bathroom. I would leave my cart in the middle of the grocery store, the gas pump in the car and the car door open at the gas station in order to make sure that kid didn't have an accident. Public bathrooms were terrifying for her, and after rushing to get into one she would freeze up and not go because of the thunderous flush that would follow. We found that promising not to flush worked, so if you ever run into a bathroom that has not been flushed, chances are that it was because a kid was afraid of the flush. Oh, and I completely forgot about the wiping thing. We had to wipe her bottom until she was 4! She was a little paranoid about not getting it clean enough on own. It's things like this that make me hesitant to potty train Abe, even though I know it has to be done. Here's looking forward to another day using the toilet!
In baby news, we had a check up yesterday. All is good, baby had the hiccups, way cute.
My two goal in having another baby were to have Abe no longer using a pacifier and potty trained by the time the baby comes. A couple of months ago we got rid of "Paci" and now we've moved on to potty training. The Paci thing was easier than I thought, Abe was ready, it was Declan and I who weren't quite ready. You know the whole "our baby is growing up" thing. One day I just took it away, and when he asked for it I told him it was gone. In his sweetest baby voice he asked, "Paci go bye-bye?" I answered with with a simple "yes" and that was that. No looking back.
Potty training isn't going to be as simple as diapers going bye-bye. Around the same time that I took away Paci I started telling him about the potty, who uses the potty, etc. He didn't really give a crap. Ahahahaha! Get it? Crap? Potty training? Okay, sorry. Fast forward to Monday. he spent the day running around bottomless and enjoyed it very much. Think of all the things you could do with out any pants on. That's how Abe felt. He went #1 every time on the toilet, and #2 happened on the kitchen floor. He has continued to tell me when he has to go peepee and it's hilarious hearing him because he runs to wherever you are and screams "Peepee on the potty, I have to go on the potty!!!!" So we run to the bathroom and he goes, wipes, flushes, and washes his hands.
While I'm very excited about this break through I'm not quite ready to make the switch to underwear. I had also forgotten about the need to use the potty while out of the house. I remember when Marley was making the switch she would tell us she had to go, and there was an immediate panic to find a bathroom. I would leave my cart in the middle of the grocery store, the gas pump in the car and the car door open at the gas station in order to make sure that kid didn't have an accident. Public bathrooms were terrifying for her, and after rushing to get into one she would freeze up and not go because of the thunderous flush that would follow. We found that promising not to flush worked, so if you ever run into a bathroom that has not been flushed, chances are that it was because a kid was afraid of the flush. Oh, and I completely forgot about the wiping thing. We had to wipe her bottom until she was 4! She was a little paranoid about not getting it clean enough on own. It's things like this that make me hesitant to potty train Abe, even though I know it has to be done. Here's looking forward to another day using the toilet!
In baby news, we had a check up yesterday. All is good, baby had the hiccups, way cute.
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