I've run across this family's blog: http://www.conorbootheandgirls.blogspot.com/
Please click on the link, read about their sweet family and precious newborn, Copeland. She will most likely be going home to Heaven soon. While I do not know them, my heart and spirit have been burdened for them over the past few days. Please join me in praying for them.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
A Sign of Things to Come?
This afternoon, as I was on the ump-teenth trip into Garrett's room during his supposed nap time to answer his sweetness' requests, I was delighted to hear this request:
G: Mommy, my diap-uh hoits me. I need to take this diap-uh off, Mommy.
M: Okay, we can take your diaper off but what will you wear instead?
G: I will not wu-eh anything, Mommy. I will go sit on my potty and let the tee-tees and poo-poos come out.
So, as fast as I could, I tore that thing off and let him lead the way. Garrett actually SAT on the potty. Now, some of you may be thinking "big deal". Let me just stop you right there in your thought process. This is HUGE for our little man because he has NEVER wanted to sit on the potty or even stand near it for the purpose of putting anything in it. And NEVER has he led me to the potty himself. Back in the Great Potty Training Expedition of this Spring I always had to bribe him or convince him to at least sit on the throne.
But not today. Today, he sat on the potty and chatted about all of the things that might happen while sitting there. One might think that I was disappointed that the little man produced nothing, but that fool would be mistaken. I was so ecstatic with Garrett prompting me to go and sit on the potty. Never mind the fact that it all could have been a ploy to get himself out of nap time. Who cares? Not this momma!
I am going to be cautiously optimistic that there is a future full of potties and big boy underwear!! And I am going to pray that it will all happen and be done with by the end of this year. Seriously. Either I am over-aiming or under-shooting. I am not really sure what to do next other than encourage him and continue to allow him to take the lead. Any other ideas??
G: Mommy, my diap-uh hoits me. I need to take this diap-uh off, Mommy.
M: Okay, we can take your diaper off but what will you wear instead?
G: I will not wu-eh anything, Mommy. I will go sit on my potty and let the tee-tees and poo-poos come out.
So, as fast as I could, I tore that thing off and let him lead the way. Garrett actually SAT on the potty. Now, some of you may be thinking "big deal". Let me just stop you right there in your thought process. This is HUGE for our little man because he has NEVER wanted to sit on the potty or even stand near it for the purpose of putting anything in it. And NEVER has he led me to the potty himself. Back in the Great Potty Training Expedition of this Spring I always had to bribe him or convince him to at least sit on the throne.
But not today. Today, he sat on the potty and chatted about all of the things that might happen while sitting there. One might think that I was disappointed that the little man produced nothing, but that fool would be mistaken. I was so ecstatic with Garrett prompting me to go and sit on the potty. Never mind the fact that it all could have been a ploy to get himself out of nap time. Who cares? Not this momma!
I am going to be cautiously optimistic that there is a future full of potties and big boy underwear!! And I am going to pray that it will all happen and be done with by the end of this year. Seriously. Either I am over-aiming or under-shooting. I am not really sure what to do next other than encourage him and continue to allow him to take the lead. Any other ideas??
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Untitled so as to not scare or surprise or mislead anyone.....
I know that when I say I am long overdue with a post and pictures and stories of 3 year old birthdays and parties, it is an understatement. I apologize. I will catch up soon. Until then, enjoy this little story Garrett shared with his Daddy at bedtime tonight:
G: Daddy, Daddy! Come he-uh (here)!
Garrett was already in bed
D: What buddy?
G: He-uh (here) she comes, Daddy! He-uh comes my baby sist-uh out of my be-wee (belly)!
D: chuckle, chuckle
G: He-uh comes baby "G" (he used a real name of a little girl that can be found here)! She is comin' out of my be-wee!
Funny thing is, no talk of siblings or future siblings or pregnancies or ANYTHING related to babies happened today. I got a huge laugh out of this one. Hope someone else does, too!
G: Daddy, Daddy! Come he-uh (here)!
Garrett was already in bed
D: What buddy?
G: He-uh (here) she comes, Daddy! He-uh comes my baby sist-uh out of my be-wee (belly)!
D: chuckle, chuckle
G: He-uh comes baby "G" (he used a real name of a little girl that can be found here)! She is comin' out of my be-wee!
Funny thing is, no talk of siblings or future siblings or pregnancies or ANYTHING related to babies happened today. I got a huge laugh out of this one. Hope someone else does, too!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Bath Time Chef
What's that you say? You have a chef in your bathtub? Yup, we do.
Lately G-man whips us up some very creative "meals" while lathering up in the tub. His specialty is "a wittuhl bit of onions, some pah-me-san, some spink-uhls and salt" (aka: a little bit of onions, some parmesan, some sprinkles and salt). All whisked together gracefully with his pretend spoon in his famous gallon sized OU bath cup.
It is quite a tasty treat for the bather...is that a word? Bather? You know, the parent who is getting drenched, I mean administering the bath?
I must say that seeing and hearing and watching Garrett come up with pretend scenarios is so much fun. I am loving watching his creativity. Tonight Kenny and I just laughed and laughed and laughed. And took some pictures. I know, I know. He is probably too old for bath time pics. I will learn to restrain myself soon. Until then, take a peek at the chef himself:
Sunday, August 12, 2007
No Room at the Inn
Last night we took a leisurely little jaunt down to the local frozen custard place. It has become a favorite of the boys, especially if Mama has had a long, tiring day. But, every now and again I will go along for company. Not for ice cream. Yep. You read that right. I don't like ice cream.
Anywho, last night we all went down to Double Dip which has an oh-so-fabulous small town charm to it. After ordering and getting our treats, we sat on the park benches to just "be". It really is a great place to just sit and eat, usually in silence, and enjoy watching all of the other families and kiddos soaking in summer nights.
Because I was not partaking in the frozen custard happiness, I had a bit more time to talk OR speak on behalf of the rambling thoughts in my head. So, I asked Garrett, "Hey Buddy, what do you think about having a little brother or sister?" To which he answered, "NO!" And I said, "Why not, buddy?" To which he said, "Mama, the-uh is not woom in ow-uh house for a baby. Only woom for Mommy, Daddy and Gawett."
Apparently there is no room in our inn. Or at least in the measuring standards of his royal highness.
Anywho, last night we all went down to Double Dip which has an oh-so-fabulous small town charm to it. After ordering and getting our treats, we sat on the park benches to just "be". It really is a great place to just sit and eat, usually in silence, and enjoy watching all of the other families and kiddos soaking in summer nights.
Because I was not partaking in the frozen custard happiness, I had a bit more time to talk OR speak on behalf of the rambling thoughts in my head. So, I asked Garrett, "Hey Buddy, what do you think about having a little brother or sister?" To which he answered, "NO!" And I said, "Why not, buddy?" To which he said, "Mama, the-uh is not woom in ow-uh house for a baby. Only woom for Mommy, Daddy and Gawett."
Apparently there is no room in our inn. Or at least in the measuring standards of his royal highness.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Knots...
I woke up this morning with no premonition as to what stage "we" would venture into this morning. Again, my heart - longing for the baby in my boy - received some chiseling. I am not sure WHY this act thrust my heart into my throat longing for the baby-ness of Garrett, but it did.
We met up with some friends for breakfast at McDonald's and some play time on the indoor playground, play scape thingy. Whatever it's called. You know, the slimy, germ invested place.
As Garrett tried to run over to his friend and proceed to climb up one step, he tripped and fell and hit his noggin on the plastic step. Normally he would pick himself and keep on running, but this time he cried and cried REAL crocodile tears. After several minutes of some Momma lovin' he was back playing.
A few minutes after that he ran over to tell me something....and look what had poked out to stare at me:
We met up with some friends for breakfast at McDonald's and some play time on the indoor playground, play scape thingy. Whatever it's called. You know, the slimy, germ invested place.
As Garrett tried to run over to his friend and proceed to climb up one step, he tripped and fell and hit his noggin on the plastic step. Normally he would pick himself and keep on running, but this time he cried and cried REAL crocodile tears. After several minutes of some Momma lovin' he was back playing.
A few minutes after that he ran over to tell me something....and look what had poked out to stare at me:
It's kind of hard to tell from this picture that the red spot in between his eyes is actually quite 3-D. It hasn't bothered him since. But let me just tell you. It has bothered me into quite a panic. I immediately began asking all the mommas what to do. Apparently, he'll live. Apparently, I have a boy on my hands. A big boy who gets knots on his head as he rumbles and tumbles.
Hence the heartache. He's really growing up. He's really not going to freeze and stay this way forever. And, to quote the little man himself, "Bumm-uh" (aka: bummer).
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