Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Choo Choo.....Joining the Potty Train...

Jacob is 3 and 4 (almost 5) months old. He understands when he's messy. He usually hides when he poops....all signs he's old enough to go to the bathroom on the toilet, right??
I've been asking the boy for MONTHS if he wants to potty on the toilet and the answer has always been, "No, thanks." (Yes, he's polite...) Finally, after Cameron went back to school and it was just the two of us at home, I'd had enough and I started FORCING the issue.
I would like to report (happily) that for the last 5 days Jake has had VERY few accidents. In fact, out of the last 5 days he's only had 3 accidents, and they were in the last 24 hours. On top of this, he's been sick. On his sick day last week, I offered a pull-up instead of his underpants and he began crying hysterically. His words were SO cute, "No, MOM!! I wanna be a BIG boy!!!" I allowed him to be a big boy and sure enough, he was dry all day long!
Potty training is one of the things I absolutely HATE about being a mom, but right now, it's not as bad as I'd remembered. :)

Thursday, October 13, 2011


I've found myself having similar dreams lately....all of them with us in a new house.
I wish the house-hunting process was easier, but it's not...and I'm frustrated. My boys fight constantly because they don't like sharing a bedroom. And I mean, who can blame them, right? Neither one has his own space, and he wants some room for himself.
Frustration comes when after hours of screaming and fighting there seems to be NO end in sight.
This too shall pass, I guess.

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

My Momaversary

Tonight I've been reflecting on where I was 11 years ago. I was laying in a hospital bed, anxious for the birth of my first child. I was having blood pressure complications, and was nervous about everything that was going on.
I was so anxious that my nurse (who happened to be a good family friend) gave me a shot of morphine to help me relax. The night seemed to drag by. At that point, I had been pregnant for 3 years....or that's how it felt.
Little did I know the excitement that was awaiting me the next day. Loss of heart-beat, drop in blood pressure and an emergency c-section later I was a mom.
It hasn't been ANYTHING like I had imagined, but it's been the most wonderful, exciting, scary, frustrating adventure I've EVER been on.
Happy birthday, Cam. I can't believe you're SO old.

Monday, October 03, 2011


It's interesting to me that when I complain, my sweet hubby decides it's time to take action.
Last week we decided that it's time for us to find a house of our own. The boys need their own rooms, and we are officially on our own with our rent now (Steve got a raise, and Cam now has supplemental Social Security....) so we decided that it's time. On Tuesday we looked at 3 houses. The first one is one that I fell in love with online, but once we actually SAW it, it was a different story. It was SO teeny. Steve couldn't even stand upright to go down the stairs. I stood at the bottom and the ceiling was grazing my head. Definitely NOT the house for us.
The second house was nice. It's one that someone had fixed up and was trying to flip. The floors were new, new carpet, paint, it was cute, but it didn't have NEARLY the room I was hoping for. Steve fell instantly in love with this second house.
The third house was one of our friends' houses, and while the upstairs was cute and nice, the downstairs needed a LOT of love and attention. It was missing walls and just a mess. I knew it was more than we could do.
That night we went back to see the second house and show Cameron. The boys were SO in love with the backyard and didn't want to leave. I wasn't feeling the same level of love for this house that Steve was, so I was trying to find it's positive features. We told our realtor that we would love to put in an offer on this house, but we'd like to keep looking as well. He thought that was a great idea, so this week we're going to be looking at a few more houses.
I hope we can find something that will work for us, and won't kill us financially. It's a scary/exciting time for our family.