Who the hell knew that three years ago this month I would have kept this thing going. I remember writing my first few posts before I told anyone I was doing it. I wanted to make sure I'd keep up with it first.
Just a little desire to push aside the handwritten journal turned into this:
536 posts
hundreds of hours of writing, ruminating, picture taking, picture editing
not near as much time proofreading or editing my written word (need to do better on this)
way too many hours of reading other people's blogs
blogs about my kids bathroom episodes
blogs about trips
blogs about life
blogs about funny things, sad things, happy things, angry things
selling stuff on Craigslist so I can buy a camera to post MUCH better quality pics on my blog
NEVER getting tired of it. ever.
In fact- I love doing this. I love it for more than one reason:
1. my kids love looking at old blogs and seeing their pics
2. family and friends near and far know what's going on with our lives
3. if, God forbid, something were to ever happen to me, my children can read my written word over and over and over and know that I left a piece of me - to them
4. I just love to write- and take pictures-
So- here's to my first ever post and many more. If you read this thanks for following along on our journey and we hope you stick around.
In honor of my 'blogiversary' here are a couple of blogs that I loved from my first month of blogging: November 2006
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 2006
Number two
"There's a hole in it, mommy."
That is Jack's reason for not pooping in the potty. He's scared of the "hole." Not sure if he means the actual seat, or the hole that things flush down. But I swear, potty training should be one of those parenting things that you can rent out, like a rent-a-potty-trainer or something. Number one, or peeps in our house, was super easy. I waited until August, a couple of weeks before preschool started.
(BTW- I had already been given "The Letter." This letter was from the director of Jack's preschool addressed to all parents of rising three year olds that requested all kids be potty trained by this October. Never thought we'd make it w/ the move and baby, but we did.)
I went to Target and bought Jack a bunch of little toys (cars and dinos), wrapped them up in cool wrapping paper, andput them in a basket. This was our "potty basket." Everytime Jack went peeps in the potty he was able to get a toy. Day one he went twice in the potty, twice outside and twice in his shorts (something about the number two). Day two he went 11, yes ELEVEN, times and went through all the toys. We then went to Skittles. After a few days he had it down.
Not so fast on number two. He asks me, "Mommy I need a diaper." Then we go get one, put it on and he scurries off to some unknown corner of the house to take a poop. Yes, I know, it's a bit ridiculous, but he won't go on the toilet. We tried to go cold turkey for a week, but he withheld for three days and then went in his drawers four times in three days. UGHHHHHH
So, we are back to diapers.
The funniest is yesterday he came up to me and said, "Mommy, I have something for you." I repsonded, "What is it Jack?" From behind his back he pulls out a diaper. You think this was a clue for me? Yep.
So, our saga continues. Number two training sucks. Just. Plain. Sucks.
Wish us luck.
Until next time...
That is Jack's reason for not pooping in the potty. He's scared of the "hole." Not sure if he means the actual seat, or the hole that things flush down. But I swear, potty training should be one of those parenting things that you can rent out, like a rent-a-potty-trainer or something. Number one, or peeps in our house, was super easy. I waited until August, a couple of weeks before preschool started.
(BTW- I had already been given "The Letter." This letter was from the director of Jack's preschool addressed to all parents of rising three year olds that requested all kids be potty trained by this October. Never thought we'd make it w/ the move and baby, but we did.)
I went to Target and bought Jack a bunch of little toys (cars and dinos), wrapped them up in cool wrapping paper, andput them in a basket. This was our "potty basket." Everytime Jack went peeps in the potty he was able to get a toy. Day one he went twice in the potty, twice outside and twice in his shorts (something about the number two). Day two he went 11, yes ELEVEN, times and went through all the toys. We then went to Skittles. After a few days he had it down.
Not so fast on number two. He asks me, "Mommy I need a diaper." Then we go get one, put it on and he scurries off to some unknown corner of the house to take a poop. Yes, I know, it's a bit ridiculous, but he won't go on the toilet. We tried to go cold turkey for a week, but he withheld for three days and then went in his drawers four times in three days. UGHHHHHH
So, we are back to diapers.
The funniest is yesterday he came up to me and said, "Mommy, I have something for you." I repsonded, "What is it Jack?" From behind his back he pulls out a diaper. You think this was a clue for me? Yep.
So, our saga continues. Number two training sucks. Just. Plain. Sucks.
Wish us luck.
Until next time...
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 2006
Caution: body parts discussed
Jack has always called bumps in the road bump-bumps, whether they be potholes, speedbumps, grates, manholes, whatever. If he feels us going over them, he says, "Whoa Mommy that was a big bump-bump." Or, he'll drive his digger or bike around the neighborhood and make a pitstop over all the rain grates and manholes (I think that's what they're called) and say, "Look, I'm driving over the bump-bump." No big deal right? Well, here is what he said a few nights ago.
We're getting ready to take a bath, Jack is naked (which he loves) and I am getting Riley undressed. While I undress her, he sits in her rocking chair and plays with himself. Yes, he does this all the time, for the last year and a half, so it's no big deal to me. I just ignore it and move right along. Comments like, "Mommy, I have a big-big pee pee," just go in one ear and out the other now-a-days b/c he says them so much. Mind you, we have had numerous discussions about his "body" being private, etc. etc. etc. and how he can't play with himself in public and how noone is allowed to touch him there and all that stuff.
Well, back to the other night. He's rocking in Riley's chair fiddling with himself and my back is facing him. Here's our discussion:
Jack: Mommy, are these private too?
Me: What honey?
Jack: These things, right here.
Me: What honey, what things?
Jack: My bump-bumps.
Me: You're what?
Jack: My bump-bumps.
Me: (Albeit, a bit confused, I turn around, grab Riley off the changing table and walk over to the chair) You're what honey?
Jack: These mommy, my bump-bumps. (And he proceeds to lift his pee pee up and point to his TESTICLES!!!!)
I about died. He called his testicles his bump-bumps. I couldn't wait to tell someone. Now I am just waiting for him to tell some lady that her chest is called, bump-bumps.
Until next time...
We're getting ready to take a bath, Jack is naked (which he loves) and I am getting Riley undressed. While I undress her, he sits in her rocking chair and plays with himself. Yes, he does this all the time, for the last year and a half, so it's no big deal to me. I just ignore it and move right along. Comments like, "Mommy, I have a big-big pee pee," just go in one ear and out the other now-a-days b/c he says them so much. Mind you, we have had numerous discussions about his "body" being private, etc. etc. etc. and how he can't play with himself in public and how noone is allowed to touch him there and all that stuff.
Well, back to the other night. He's rocking in Riley's chair fiddling with himself and my back is facing him. Here's our discussion:
Jack: Mommy, are these private too?
Me: What honey?
Jack: These things, right here.
Me: What honey, what things?
Jack: My bump-bumps.
Me: You're what?
Jack: My bump-bumps.
Me: (Albeit, a bit confused, I turn around, grab Riley off the changing table and walk over to the chair) You're what honey?
Jack: These mommy, my bump-bumps. (And he proceeds to lift his pee pee up and point to his TESTICLES!!!!)
I about died. He called his testicles his bump-bumps. I couldn't wait to tell someone. Now I am just waiting for him to tell some lady that her chest is called, bump-bumps.
Until next time...
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