Son mom date

This is actually from over a month ago! We had a Mother Son movie night! Parker has begged our children's minister for years for something like this and Susan finally came through. I mention years and some of you may be wondering how Susan can be our minister if we have only been at this church for over a year... well, she has been at the church where I have taught preschool for 8 years. ANywhoooo,  Parker asked me to wear a skirt, so I did. We went to dinner at Subway, BUT on the way to Subway we encountered a conversation that I was hoping we would have with Stacey, and in a couple of years, but no such luck! This is how it went down!

"Mom, you know how roosters fertilize hen's eggs, well, how do boys to that to girls?"

silence

Yep, good ol' Animal Planet and NatGEO Wild.... and there I am talking about fertilization and roosters and lions and babies. I tried to dance a bit around it, but I really would rather him hear it from me than someone else, right? So, using the same examples he gave me, I told him. He 'got it' when watching tv and how babies were made, but the human part just didn't sync. It does now. 

We ate our Subway, then headed to the church building where my date opened the door for me and served me my favorite candy and popcorn! If he even thought I needed something, up he went to make sure I had what my heart desired. It was a great night! Birds and the bees, and hens and all!

Really?

This morning before 7, as usually a little bug appeared on my side of the bed. As usual, I wrap my arm around that little body and pull him into my bed. This time as I wrapped my arm around him, I noticed something different. He was pant-less. He was sleeping diaper-less. Really? His words:

Mom, I neeeeeed you.

M: What is wrong?

I have poop on my bottom.

M: WHAT???!!!!

Daddy's attention has been gotten now. He says he will take care of it. Cool. He's my man girls! Don't fight!

Well, bug now reappears on my bedside wearing superhero underroos. I asked him if he had gone poop in his diaper. His answer:

yes, just a lilllll bit. And it looks like a dinosaur.

M: WHAT!?

M: Where is your diaper?

B: in the dirty clothes.

M: IN THE DIRTY CLOTHES!!!????

Daddy: Uh, I'll go investigate.

Upon returning, Daddy confirmed diaper was in dirty clothes, and poop was found, but it didn't resemble a t-rex. And it was 'jus a lil bit.' The rest of the poop was in the potty.

I love this boy. Even if when he returned to my bed, had cold feet. AND, he continued to punch me in the chin. I asked him to stop punching me in the chin, but his response was: I trying to get closwer to you. AND GIRLS, he is mine too!

Living the dream

Today I had to remind myself that I am living my dream! LIVING MY DREAM PEOPLE!

I had to remind my self of this because my attitude hasn't been great lately about... the laundry, the schedules, the cooking, the homework, the practices, the games, the night time reading...... and they are only 7, 5, and 2!

Poor.

Today God reminded me... this was/is my dream! To be a mommy! The Lord continues to provide for our family, so that I can remain home with my children! This was my dream! To be a stay at home mommy. WHY AM I COMPLAINING?

Now that my attitude is in check, I'm off to play soccer or to listen to my daughter sing her heart out to Christian songs on her mini mp3 player! I love my job!

Potty Training, life goes on

I have debated on dropping in some of these day to day posts, and so I am going to.

I have been attempting, not very seriously, trying to get Bowden out of diapers. He has been going poop in the potty, MOST of the time for over a month. If he does go in his diaper, he will go hide in the playroom and when we smell it, all we have to do is just look at him and he says: in da toilwet.

He hasn't told me he needs to go potty, I just always do a catch, when I just go put him on the toilwet. I think ONE time at a resturaunt he told us 'toilwet' and Stacey took him. He did go. Monday and Today, he is sporting some big boy underwear. Monday we lasted about 4.5 hours until nap time when I didn't want to chance it. Probably won't chance it today either.

When we do put him on the 'toilwet' he DOESN'T want a potty seat, or a small child toilet chair, he just wants to sit on the big toilet. He half way falls in. As soon as you put him on there, and he does, in fact, need to go... he will tell you to go away. So I obey, and I sit 1 foot away from him on a stool right outside the door. IF I EVEN LOOK AT HIM, he points at me, no words to be said, he needs his privacy. When he has done his stuff, he says, "A LOT a BUNCH!" "A LOT a BUNCH in dir (there)". Sure enough, we have poop. He won't always have to go, or he won't go, and then he will say, "tonight, tonight I will." That stinker.

Now back to the regular show.

Lions and Tigers and Strep THROAT!

I have this problem. I always think my son just has a allergies, or is cutting teeth when he ever has a runny nose. There was once when my son reached 103 temperature and we ended up in the ER to find out he had double ear infections and I thought he was cutting teeth. Parker ended up getting tubes in his ears for his birthday last year after having 8 ear infections in 4 months! He has been doing great. He does have pretty severe allergies and we have been referred to an allergist. He takes a prescription every day, but the past 2 weeks he has been battling a runny nose. I called his doctor to be told he had allergies and try one of the antihistimines that we have been prescribed before and if it doesn't get better to come in. We still have a runny nose, and today he had a cough so I called and got an appointment. He has strep throat. I used to consider Parker as a pretty healthy child, but now that I have had to call his friends and playmates to tell them he probably has infected them, for the inteenth time, I am thinking I need to change my thinking.

Last night HONEY AND BUDDY (Stacey's parents) took us the Shrine circus along with Parker's cousins. He had a grand time riding the neigh (horse) and the elephant. Buddy bought him a glow in the dark flashy stick thingy, which is a huge hit even today. He liked the lions and tigers, but could care less about the clowns and barely clothes girls that hung from the ceiling by ropes. We did have a first, Parker and I shared his first sucker ever! It was a great caramel apple sucker, and he loved it. So, after Parker was diagnosed with Strep his doctor told me to contact my OB! Sounds like I just have a few days before I go down. My OB's office closes at noon on Fridays and I called at 1:00 so I am out of luck over the weekend. I am drinking lots of orange juice to combat the sickness I will gladly share with my son. Check out the picture.

My little POOPER!

I know that I shouldn't really be posting this...but I just can't resist ( but you really aren't surprised because I have posted about this before). Parker went POOP in the potty for the 2nd time! He goes teetee almost every night in his potty before bath time, but this morning we were playing farm and blocks in the living room when he grabbed his diaper and said SHEWWEEE! His code word for poop, since poo poo seems to mean tee tee for him. I asked him if he wanted to go in his potty and his response, no surprise to anyone who knows him, was NOOOOOO, which means yes! So we took off to the bathroom, I stripped him down and he sat down on his seat. Seconds later, we have tee tee (or poo poo), then he stood up ready to streak through the house. I sat him back down and began to sing our favorite song about a bus and wheels and babies. He stood back up clutching my knees, which meant something was fixing to happen. I sat him back down and SHEWWEEEE! I better stop the story right there, because things got messy. Really messy. All of our excitement (Stacey was working from home this morning and came into the bathroom to join in the festivities) caused Parker to be frightened and loose bodily control and we won't even talk about what happened to mommy. Let's just say showers and a load of laundry later he finally has his poop reward of a carbonated beverage, COKE! YEAH PARKER! YOU ARE GETTING SO BIG!

The picture below is one of the ones I tried to post last night.

My Boy ain't FAT!

Have you ever had a stranger insult you or your child? It happened to me tonight. Parker and I were shopping at Wal-Mart when we are almost run over by an elderly woman shopping wrecklessly. As I lifted my eyes to give her a gaze, I see her lean over into Parker's face and say, "Ain't you a FAT one!" Then she pushed her cart away. I was frozen. She didn't say, big or hefty, even chunky, but FAT! Who was this lady? Did she feel a calling to stop childhood obesity? I really wanted to say some words to her that can't be found in the old or new testament. My boy, my precious boy does weigh in at 29 lbs and can I comment on the size of his 'knowledge.' His head alone must make up most of his body mass. I let this old lady get to me. I sunk my head and kissed Parker's knowledge and finished our shopping trip, but that old lady's voice has stuck in my head all night. Does she know what record weight he entered this world, and that we have slowed down tremendously. I put my rather thick boy to bed moments ago, and I am right behind him after I eat the rest of the Nutter Butter package of cookies, hey, I have a reason to be FAT!

It's a GIRL!

Today we had our official half way sonogram where we found out that I am carrying a little girl. I was shocked because I thought I am better suited for boys...however, God must know differently. I love this picture of Parker. He is sitting in front of 2 blankets. These blankets are special because I bought them about 3 years ago. My mom and I used to visit Hot Springs before out school years began to get the baths and spas. There was the cutest little children's store across the street from our hotel. I fell in love with these 2 blankets. My mother told me that I should buy them if I liked them, so I did and put them away. Of course the camo one came out of of hiding about 18 months ago, and now the very bright color block one gets to come out.

This photo is pretty special too. When we found out we were having a little boy, we went straight from the doctor's office to Baby Gap to buy his first outfit. Today we went to Gymboree, my favorite store for little girl clothes. I love all of their coordinating outfits. Stacey got to pick this outfit out and he did a great job. I just had to put back about 4 other of the pieces that also matched this outfit...he was a little out of control.
Now I have to start thinking girl...pinks and purples I suppose.

POOP IN THE POTTY

As it was, I was preparing homemade lasanga for tonight's birthday celebration around noon today, when my sweet Parker walked up to my leg and said, "I SHHUUWEEE." Well, convinced it was a false alarm I grabbed the back of his diaper to see if there was damage. None there. So hearing the voice of one of my beloved friends in the back of my head, "he is ready to go poop in the potty," we run into his bathroom dancing and singing a special song, "POOPOO IN THE POTTY." I had put his potty away thinking I bought it way too prematurely, so from behind a guitar of all things, I pulled his potty out of the closet. I strip my son down and sit him on the potty. We wait. He plays with the plastic red guard in front, (note he is playing with it). He stands up, I sit him back down saying, "Parker's going poop in the potty," as only a grown woman who is losing her mind would. Parker stands up again, this time when I sit him down on the toilet the nice red guard thingy comes off in his hand. I don't think much of it at the time. In his eyes, I sense it...it is coming...I see the pushing. HE STANDS UP..."NOOOOOO!" I sit him down and again affirm that PARKER IS POOPING ON THE POTTY!!! My protection gone...the red shield being held in his left hand, luckily a shirt is there to absorb any damage that came my way. Then my sweet little boy gives me the "ALL DONE" sign in sign language and low and behold...WE HAVE POOP IN THE POTTY! I sang and I danced and Parker is now frightened that I am talking so loud and screaming POOP all around the house. I called Daddy at a business lunch to tell him there is POOP IN THE POTTY. You see, Parker is only 18 months old, I know we are way too early for this and today was probably just a freak thing, but we had a party for ourselves anyway. What a milestone we have made today, as I gagged my way back into the bathroom to disgard of the POOP and Parker thinking I am sneezing and telling me over and over, "YOU SNEEZED." We have a lot to learn, the both of us.

YEAH PARKER! WAY TO GO!