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May 2010

it’s potty time

Jena’s at that age. You know the one I’m talking about. That age when everyone starts dishing their free unsolicited potty opinions. She’s old enough now. She’s ready. You should really try now. Don’t you think it’s about time. They don’t give advice, they don’t tell you how to do it. They tell you their kid did it by themselves or is still not potty trained and he’s EIGHT. Neither of those really helps me.

To be honest, I have been dreading potty training Jena. She’s a girl and a second child by all the stories I’ve heard she should have spontaneously potty trained herself by now. I really think these parents of multiple children have just blocked this part of their memories, because the rest of us know it really is THAT BAD.

Not that I haven’t given it a half hearted try here and there. Always careful to not really expect anything and get my hopes up. So far she’s learned to not pee with no diaper on, she can hold it for a few hours even. But nothing in the potty, she justs waits for the diaper. She loves to sit on the potty, and I am no help there. I short circuit her efforts repeatedly because I don’t have the patience to wait for nothing.

Then today I get a call at work. Jena has something to tell me.

Jena: I go potty on da potty mommy!

I know it’s dangerous, but I now have hope! I have a dream! I have a dream that one day we will only have one child in diapers, nay that we will have no children in diapers! Yes, that’s right no children in diapers! It’s my dream, and I will dream it! It can happen.

Someday this baby will be replaced by my baby, my diaperless baby, and there will be much rejoicing. yay!

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monster hungry nom nom nom

So the other night we actually tried to feed Jena what we were having for dinner. Oh the horrows, I KNOW. But I only had enough peanut butter to make Grant a sandwich, and I had no nuggets or eggs or anything else I thought there was a chance of her eating. So we made her a plate of roast beef and carrots. She immediately told me ‘no want it’ and pushed it away. Daddy starts to war with her over it when I have a light bulb moment.

She’s gotten better about trying just one bite, if she knows that’s really all she has to do. So I tell her she just has to try a bite and then she can be done. So she gingerly picks up a tiny piece and puts it in her mouth. I burst into applause. Her little face is a mask of shock. She can’t figure out what happened. Why is mommy clapping and cheering like an idiot? Is that for me? Did I do something?

So she picks up another bite, a little bigger this time, she’s eyeing me from across the table as she slowly moves the food toward her open mouth. Is this what I did? Will this make her clap? I can see her curious expression as she tries again. As soon as it’s in her mouth I start clapping again. Neil’s caught on by this time and he starts in too. Now she gets it and her face bursts into a huge grin. Her fingers fly down to her plate and grab another bite, into the mouth it goes and we all clap and cheer. Even Grant is into it now. Go Jena! Yay for Jena eating her food mommy! Yay for Jena!

She proceeds to eat every bite of meat on her entire plate, I’ve never seen her do that before. It was incredible.

So tonight, we’re eating dinner at my parents. She’s pulling her usual ‘no want it’ for everything in front of her. We know she’s hungry, just not for the food she’s been given. So we try applause again. She knows what’s going on this time, and how to get more. She looks around to make sure we’re all looking at her and takes a huge bite and puts it in her mouth. We all clap and cheer. Next bite, we all clap and cheer. Next bite, we all…well maybe not all of us clap and cheer, and she notices. Mid chew we hear ‘clap papa!’ so he claps and she finishes. Next bite we ALL clap and she closes her eyes clenches her little fits and grins ear to ear in victory.

I think we may have created a monster, but at least this monster eats her dinner.

cringe and smile

So I came here to tell you about our crazy morning this weekend and I found this post. Apparently I’d never published this from February. Reading this first made me cringe, it made the chain reaction wake ups starting at 4:30 that morning, and then starting over again once they were all asleep, really not seem so bad. Because it’s not the norm anymore. But when I wrote the below, it was normal, and had been normal for months. This was about an every other night occurence, if we were lucky. 

But the end made me smile, because I really do love these crazy kids of mine.

Enjoy the blast from the past.

There have been many mornings I have wanted to post on our typical morning, which would still be night for most of you. The desire is the strongest after the worst of said mornings. Ones where I’ve gone back and forth between a teething toddler and a hungry baby from about 4 in the morning until I just give up trying to sleep. Ones where I can barely fit in any of the beds I’m attempting to lay down to nurse in. Ones where I plead with God to just let me fall asleep before the next one wakes up. Unfortunately for you, on those mornings I can’t put a coherent sentence together, so you’ve missed out.

This morning, being a weekend, and following a few days of unusually decent sleep for me, I was able to see and put on paper, the humor. Jena’s been teething her two year old molars for months now. She FINALLY broke one a few weeks back and we’ve had a bit of reprieve from her early morning shrieking. It was glorious. I say was because it’s back, I can only assume one of the other three is on it’s way. But there is no way I’m sticking my finger in there to find out for sure. I’ll wait till she wants to show me, I need all my fingers to stay attached.

So 4 something or other this morning I hear Jena shrieking and stumble in the kids’ room before she wakes up Grant (not that THAT is all that easy to do, he does sleep like his father). Where’s your binky Jena? I doonoo, she sobs. So we search around for it so she’ll stop while I try to get my foggy brain to make a plan. I figure I’ll take her to our bed, it’s been known to put her back to sleep, which means we all sleep longer, and everyone is less grumpy the next day. 

I thought it was relatively open when I’d left it, so I decide this is the best route. However, I then turn around and see ‘fake Grant’ tucked into his bed. This partially explains Jena’s waking, most nights if she wakes up and sees Grant still in his bed she’ll go back to sleep. But she is a middle child and does not know or like alone, so if he’s not there, she’s not happy. Apparently his ‘dummy’ didn’t fool her.

Now knowing my bed already has all the boys in it, we decided on a new course of action. Grant’s twin bed it is, she nursed and we both slept, oh sweet sleep. Jacob slept wonderfully last night, so the one time with Jena wasn’t enough to ruin the night. When he woke up to eat around  6ish, I got up and went back to our bed. Sliding in I found where Grant had been hiding, at the foot of our bed buried like a little mummy under the covers, no wonder I didn’t know he was there.

Jacob eats and I drift back to sleep when all of a sudden I feel a little monkey crawling over me. I look up and both boys are wide eyed staring at me with grins on their faces. I’ve already forgotten half the funny things Grant started saying at this point, but what made the biggest impression was his take on ‘our space.’ Which is a constant complaint for me trying to lay down with one nursing baby or another squeezing 2 into a bed designed for 1 or 5 into a bed designed for 2, space for me was a joke. But for Grant there was ‘all dis space!’  ‘Look at all dis space mommy!’ ‘dere’s so much space in yus bed!’ After Jena wonders in. ‘Come on up Jena, there’s lotas space up here!’ ‘Here’s a space for you Jena’ ‘There are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 of yus in dis bed mommy!’ ‘Come on Jena, we need more babies in dis bed.’

I’m trying so hard not to laugh at him, but I couldn’t hep but smile, in fact I didn’t even try. I guess it’s all a matter of perspective. Glad I got a little this morning.

carseat dancing

I really needed this tonight, so I decided to pay it forward. I hope it helps your night too.

Video taken with Jewel, thank you again Kristi.

look it’s twins!

So I’ve been going through Grant’s pictures in an attempt to be ready to make him a birthday video. All we heard around here after Jena’s was ‘where’s my video?’ ‘I want a birthday video!’ ‘why did only Jena get a video?’ you get the idea.

Anyway, more pictures I look at, the more I realize we really just cloned Grant and changed the coloring so we could tell them apart in baby pictures.

Can you tell who’s who?

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