Monday, June 25, 2007
When We Visit the Farm
My Mom: "My dryer is loud. I complain to Dad that sometimes it sounds like it has rocks in it- though usually it's buttons or snaps or something tumbling around in there. Today it was loud, and it really WAS rocks."
Friday, June 22, 2007
Incidents at the Farm
We're at the farm! (And thanks to my technically savvy, will-be-engineer brother, there is a picture on my blog at LAST! It's at the very bottom of the page.)
We made it one week before the first "incident." (of course, there were lots of happy little incidents in that time... and I guess if you consider the power steering problems I had with the van, then there were definitely more incidents than one. ANYway, I digress. . . )
The boys were up at the shop. I was in the house with Livia and Cara. I knew that Dad had recently gone up to the shop, so I assumed that he had intercepted Owen and Rhyle (plus, Zach had been up there, too.) I just finished saying to Cara, "I wonder what my boys are doing. I think I had better walk up there and check on them."
No sooner were the words out of my mouth, then through the window I see Owen, sitting tall and proud and riding Zach's 4-wheeler down the driveway to the front of the house- ALONE.
The truth is that the 4-Wheeler wasn't ON.. . it was just in neutral, which allowed Rhyle to give Owen one big push and send him down the hill from the shop. Dad had just left to walk to the house when he heard Owen say, "Rhyle, push me." And I must admit, Owen was able to steer and safely navigate down the hill.
But STILL! When you see your 5 year old driving anything it's a bit of a shock.
We made it one week before the first "incident." (of course, there were lots of happy little incidents in that time... and I guess if you consider the power steering problems I had with the van, then there were definitely more incidents than one. ANYway, I digress. . . )
The boys were up at the shop. I was in the house with Livia and Cara. I knew that Dad had recently gone up to the shop, so I assumed that he had intercepted Owen and Rhyle (plus, Zach had been up there, too.) I just finished saying to Cara, "I wonder what my boys are doing. I think I had better walk up there and check on them."
No sooner were the words out of my mouth, then through the window I see Owen, sitting tall and proud and riding Zach's 4-wheeler down the driveway to the front of the house- ALONE.
The truth is that the 4-Wheeler wasn't ON.. . it was just in neutral, which allowed Rhyle to give Owen one big push and send him down the hill from the shop. Dad had just left to walk to the house when he heard Owen say, "Rhyle, push me." And I must admit, Owen was able to steer and safely navigate down the hill.
But STILL! When you see your 5 year old driving anything it's a bit of a shock.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Another potty tale
It's sad that I have another potty post- especially after my previous very happy potty post.
Livia and I go to the bathroom together often. This has to do with her being 2 and wanting to drink a lot. . . and me being pregnant and wanting to drink a lot. It's usually very convenient.
One thing I do in the bathroom is to blow my nose and then either throw my used toilet paper in the toilet or in the trash. Well, of course Livia now needs to blow her nose, too. AND she likes to have a turn getting her own toilet paper AND she likes to wipe herself, too. "I do myself, Mama" is what she says all the time.
To my chagrin and disgust these things all came together yesterday. Livia was on the toilet, helped herself to some toilet paper and proceeded to blow her nose AND wipe- with the same paper. . . and NOT in that order.
One day I will no longer spend so much time with my children in the bathroom. I think that is probably a very good thing for all of us.
Livia and I go to the bathroom together often. This has to do with her being 2 and wanting to drink a lot. . . and me being pregnant and wanting to drink a lot. It's usually very convenient.
One thing I do in the bathroom is to blow my nose and then either throw my used toilet paper in the toilet or in the trash. Well, of course Livia now needs to blow her nose, too. AND she likes to have a turn getting her own toilet paper AND she likes to wipe herself, too. "I do myself, Mama" is what she says all the time.
To my chagrin and disgust these things all came together yesterday. Livia was on the toilet, helped herself to some toilet paper and proceeded to blow her nose AND wipe- with the same paper. . . and NOT in that order.
One day I will no longer spend so much time with my children in the bathroom. I think that is probably a very good thing for all of us.
HOORAY for LIVIA
It has taken me almost 2 weeks to find time to post something I have been secretly celebrating each day. I chalk that up to packing, getting ready for our new windows, taking care of business, and becoming larger by the day.
Livia! She's done it! All of a sudden, SHE has decided to tell me (in plenty of time) each time she needs to use the restroom. Days upon days of dry unders! No accidents to clean up, no running out of clean underwear, no exasperated sighs, no cringing at the potty when she says "Oh no. Too late, Mama."
Okay, well maybe not "no more." I'm sure there are still going to be accidents. (For instance, today she was outside on the sidewalk, looking like she needed to go potty. I couldn't really ask her, however, as I was on a quick and yet important phone call. I watched her spread her legs and calmly go potty on the sidewalk. Then she looked at me and said, "Potty, Mama! Uh-oh. Tinkles no go on sidewalk. Tinkles go on potty.") Yes, I see. There are still going to be accidents.
Still! this is worth celebrating! I LOVE the freedom and joy it brings to have my daughter taking initiative and responsibility for going potty. She's such a big girl! And only a month after her 2nd birthday (although she's been wearing underwear for 6 months). I am so pleased that I can't stop smiling. And kissing her sweet cheeks. (I hate that my love can be conditional, but that also makes little things like this worth celebrating!)
So, HOORAY for LIVIA! I love it, and I love HER!
Livia! She's done it! All of a sudden, SHE has decided to tell me (in plenty of time) each time she needs to use the restroom. Days upon days of dry unders! No accidents to clean up, no running out of clean underwear, no exasperated sighs, no cringing at the potty when she says "Oh no. Too late, Mama."
Okay, well maybe not "no more." I'm sure there are still going to be accidents. (For instance, today she was outside on the sidewalk, looking like she needed to go potty. I couldn't really ask her, however, as I was on a quick and yet important phone call. I watched her spread her legs and calmly go potty on the sidewalk. Then she looked at me and said, "Potty, Mama! Uh-oh. Tinkles no go on sidewalk. Tinkles go on potty.") Yes, I see. There are still going to be accidents.
Still! this is worth celebrating! I LOVE the freedom and joy it brings to have my daughter taking initiative and responsibility for going potty. She's such a big girl! And only a month after her 2nd birthday (although she's been wearing underwear for 6 months). I am so pleased that I can't stop smiling. And kissing her sweet cheeks. (I hate that my love can be conditional, but that also makes little things like this worth celebrating!)
So, HOORAY for LIVIA! I love it, and I love HER!
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