Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Charlie's a Big Girl!

This little girl potty trained herself. I'm totally serious. She really did.
Charlie after bath. With her undies. With hand-me-down jammies from Lily that have a huge hole in the trim. But, they're princess jammies. Lily and Charlie would both throw a fit if I trashed them.

I'm probably the world's worst potty trainer. I have no potty training patience. Why? Well...because when you're potty're really training yourself to ask your child literally every five minutes if they have to go to the bathroom. Literally. And, when they say no - you take them to the potty anyway, strip them down, put them on the potty, and wait. Wait. Wait. Talk about pottying. Sing a potty song. Then either clap and scream with excitement or tell them it's okay, they can try again later. Then, put all their clothes back on, wash and dry hands, and leave the bathroom. And, in 5 the whole thing over. Oh, and of course there is always the accident...just when you put the clothes back on. :)

Brady was about 2.5 when he was potty trained. Lily...well, Lily finally trained herself (yep, she did it on her own, too) just before she turned 3. She was stubborn. She could do it. But, I swear...she just wouldn't do it because she knew I wanted her to. And, she wanted to be potty trained on her own terms. Not kidding.

Well, with was like she literally woke up one morning and said to herself, I'm going to be potty trained today. And, then she brought me her potty and went. Now, she's gone on the potty before, so I just thought it was a one time thing. I mean she had just turned two. But, then she told us a little while later that she had to go. And she did. And then again, and again, and again. And all of a sudden...she was potty trained.


Don't let me fool anyone, though. Sometimes being potty trained is more work than diapers. At first, you are literally going to a restroom with them at least every 30 minutes. And stripping your child down (shoes and all) in a public restroom is very time consuming. But, it's worth it. And good gracious - I've never seen Charlie look any more proud of herself. And, Lily and Brady are so proud of her, too. We're like a big potty-singing, clapping, happy-screaming family!

One last thing. At Charlie's 2 year well check, the nurse practitioner called it. We were told that the third child always potty trains themselves. Well, she was totally right!!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Happy Anniversary - 36 years!!

It is 9/11.
In 1976, my young parents were married.
It is now 36 years later. Holy cow!

My parents have been married for 36 years. Wow. They are two of the most unselfish people I know. 9/11 has taken on a new meaning for so many people (and rightly so) but, today I'd like to recognize my parents for their 36 years. 

Happy Anniversary!

We love you guys!!

p.s. Yes, welcome back to me. To the land of blogging. It has been far, far too long.