{sweet.o.r.}
>> Friday, August 28, 2009
{potty.talk}
>> Thursday, August 27, 2009
So I realize it's been a few days since I posted, but know that I would have rather written a million blogs than what has been occupying my time for the past few days. It's potty training time at our house . . . and it hasn't been going well. At all. And it's not because our precious little one isn't capable. Not at all. Have you ever heard of the strong willed child? We have her. Her name is Addy. She is the model child for Dobson's book. Perhaps I should send her picture in for the newest addition. And, after days of sitting for hours on end with Addy, reading the same books over and over again in the bathroom and joyfully (no, not really) cleaning up pee-pee off of the floors as I pray that God will shower His mercy upon us and restrain my hands from strangling someone or throwing something, I have learned a few things.
{i.heart.faces.nostalgia.entry}
>> Monday, August 24, 2009
{so.sweet}
>> Saturday, August 22, 2009
{ew.}
>> Thursday, August 20, 2009
So we're outside swinging in the 100+ degree heat, sweat rolling down my back all for the love of my girls when Delaney has a deep, disgusting, but hilarious thought. One of the swings had received a lovely gift of bird poop and so, being the awesome mom that I am, flicked it off and proclaimed it "clean." However, there was still a dark spot where some lovely bird had deposited his poop, and Delaney asked what it was. (Meanwhile, Addy is crying to GET IN THE RED SWING NOW. She could care less if she sits in bird poop. Heck, she's eaten the stuff. And lived. She wasn't right before, so it's hard to tell if it affected her.) So, in my brilliant thoughts, I proclaim it a "stain" from the birds. And Delaney responds, "Oh. I see. (Her new favorite response.) It's a poop stain. Like the ones I have in some of my panties." Yeah, pretty much. Don't judge, OK? We do try to wear the nonstained ones when we have places to go. But, there are some I haven't gotten around to throwing away to remind me that I must have had God's grace not to kill Delaney when she would poop in her panties. And that is why Addy isn't wearing panties yet. I'm not ready to clean out more poop stains. Sometimes Oxy clean is not a miracle worker.
Read more...{sweet.baby.l}
>> Wednesday, August 19, 2009
{i.heart.faces.bubbles.entry}
>> Monday, August 17, 2009
{my.beautiful.momma}
{beautiful.baby.o.&.the.gorgeous.triplets}
>> Saturday, August 15, 2009
{you.really.can't.photoshop.those.words}
>> Thursday, August 13, 2009
Yesterday Delaney and Addy decided to have bacon, tubside. That's right, folks. Delaney grabbed two tupperware containers, filled them with the bacon I had cooked for dinner that night and delivered them to Addy in the bathtub. They had a most lovely time eating bacon while they swam. I saw it as a multitasking adventure . . . after all, should you get bacon grease on you, you can wash it right off. And don't judge me, I'm just desperate for a few moments peace. After all, who can whine when your mouth is full of bacon?
Also yesterday, our sweet friend Hannah came over to play. When she entered Delaney's room she says, "That's not Howard." Addy explains, rather bluntly, "He's in da drain." "Really?" Hannah asks? Of course, isn't that where all pet fish hang out? So, of course, Hannah wants to SEE Howard in the drain. He's not there, of course. Don't you remember me turning on the dish disposal just milliseconds after he slid down the sink? Then Hannah says, "Well, you know, your new fish looks NOTHING like Howard." We're aware. That's why we named her Anna. So I don't have to remember what I did.
Finally, we were doing puzzles today with our Mimi and Pops, and Delaney was dishing out jobs for each person to do. She assigned Pops the "allbra" position. The "allbra," we ask her? Yeah, you know the purple thing on Ariel. That would be Ariel's bathing suit top, which is rather skimpy. Pops declined the "allbra" or bra position. Not really his thing.
More to come, I'm sure!