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 training...you'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 minutes...do 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 Charlie...it 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.

Yahoo!!!!

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!!

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. 

Our Little Ricky Vaughn

Today was an exciting day in the Campbell house. Brady has been waiting the entire last week for some new.......

GLASSES!!!


He's been telling us for awhile that he had trouble seeing the board clearly. So - we took him in and low and behold, he needed glasses. We're not entirely sure he really needs them...I mean he definitely could have faked his eye test. He wouldn't be the first one in our family to do that (cough, cough...Ashley) But, I guess it's better to be safe than sorry. He only needs them for the classroom, not for reading - so we won't really get to see him too much with the glasses on. 


And, he looks so stinking adorable. 


He picked out the glasses all by himself. It was a chore. So many to choose from. He did not like the glasses with the little nose pad things, so we were pretty limited to the ones without. 


What a cutie. 

Counting Charlie

This video is a bit old...but, OMG Charlie is the cutest thing ever. She might not be able to say her alphabet...but, she loves, loves, loves counting to 10. Holy cow I love her. So dang cute!

Happy Easter 2012

A few weeks back we took part in the Marriott Photography Spring for Charity event. The kids got all dressed up and went to a 15 minute-ish photo shoot. A portion of the proceeds went to Phoenix Children's Hospital. There were my favorites and we turned them into Easter cards.

Hoppy Easter!

Team Mom...Again

So, since I have nothing else to do (um...kidding) - I've taken on the job of Team Mom again for Brady's little league team. 


Ugh. 


Worst.Job.Ever.


I had full intention of NOT being team mom again. I did it last year and I thought I had put in my time for at least the next...well, really forever. But, then Brady's coach sent email after email about how he needed a  team mom. I tried and tried to ignore them. And, finally - when I felt like he was basically yelling straight at me that I needed to volunteer (which he SOOO was not, it's just me taking general emails as if they are written straight to me vs. to the whole group) I stepped up and said I'd do it.


Ugh.


Oh well, the tough part is almost over. I've gone to the league meeting (3 hours seriously), sent out the loads of emails (ugh - it's like a parent sales job), recruited parents to volunteer for opening day festivities, printed and copied the Hit-A-Thon fundraiser sheets, collected money for the silent auction and embroidered hats, dropped off and picked up the hats, picked up and passed out uniforms, sent reminders about the President's award essay, put together a snack schedule, field prep schedule, and scorekeeping schedule, sent reminders about Dbacks night, provided Dick's coupons to the team for equipment....and, missed out picture day entirely. To be fair it's not totally my fault. I received an email about the picture day just one day before - but, unfortunately didn't even see the email until after our scheduled time. I mean who sends an email to tell a team of their scheduled time for pictures just one day before with the expectation that they could 1) actually open the email ahead of time and 2) coordinate 12 boys and their families for a 3:30pm, Saturday picture day!!?? Ugh!! 


So - I guess as team mom...I fail. 


WWTM! Yes, add World's Worst Team Mom to the list of WW things I am :)


But, here's our silent auction basket. And, by golly - I think it looks awesome! At least I excel at putting together baskets. 

Brady's First Baseball Essay

Brady's little league team gives away awards to kids in each division for writing a 100 word essay about what they want to get out of little league. They can win bats and jerseys and even their registration fee. This is what Brady wrote. It had to be handwritten. Yes - we helped him with spelling here and there...but, this is what he wrote. How cute is he!!