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Monday, July 13, 2009

I Need This

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Can't you just see me on this bike? Can't you see me peddling to the Georgetown farmer's market to pick out some fresh strawberries, gourmet cheese and a long loaf of french bread to put in the adorable basket that comes with this bike?




And of course, I'd have to stop by Georgetown Cupcakes to get a half dozen cupcakes to bring home to Paul.


Wouldn't it just be lover-ly?

Monday, May 4, 2009

Abundance of Cake

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Paul and I recently found our church home here in Maryland. It's definitely not what I would usually be attracted to in a church, it's very large and not-so-traditional, and I'm usually a small, traditional church kind of gal, but we're excited about this one. I have to admit, when we first walked into the sanctuary, it felt more like we were walking into an IMAX theater or the Verizon Center, but after one Sunday night there, we knew we had found a place to call home. And the security only deepened after I attended my first Tuesday morning Women's Bible Study. I'm really excited about this church and how the Lord is going to grow my family and use us for His purpose through opportunities there!

Anyway, soon after we decided to commit to this church, we were informed of the massive church picnic that had been planned for this past weekend and I immediately pounced on the opportunity to help out. I've been chomping at the bit to get involved and plugged in somewhere and so I jumped in with both feet and committed to baking 4 dozen cupcakes for the picnic.

Friday afternoon, while the girls were napping, I began the task of mixing, baking and frosting 48 red velvet cupcakes. I used the boxed cake mix but added a few of my own ingredients (coffee and vanilla extract) to give it a little extra zing. I made the cream cheese frosting from scratch and delicately applied it to each cupcake to make the perfect little swirly design. I was set to impress and I was sure that everyone would be ranting and raving about my adorable cupcakes. Boy was I going to win some major brownie...er...cupcake points!

When it was all said and done, I had been in the kitchen for a collective 3 and a half hours and was feeling pretty tired, but also pretty impressed with myself.

You'd think I would've learned this lesson by now after all of my postings on this blog about this exact topic, but pride really does come before the fall!

No sooner than I had washed my hands of the last bit of cream cheese and sat down at my computer to check my email, I clicked into my inbox to find a message awaiting me from the lady who was heading up the picnic...

It had been canceled due to rain.

Sigh...

All I could do was laugh at myself.

Later that night, I asked Paul to take some cupcakes to my neighbor, we shared a few with friends after dinner on Saturday night, Paul and I ate a few more than we probably should have and I brought the rest to the evening service last night.

Cupcake crisis averted. But next time, when I offer to make cupcakes or any other baked goods, I'll probably check the forecast and I'll also be sure to check my heart to make sure it's intentions are a bit better.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Spaghetti Night

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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Confession

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Okay, here it goes...

I don't like to scrapbook. If that makes me less of a wife, home-maker, mom, artist, whatever...well then just call me Peg Bundy.

I've tried to like it, I've tried to force myself to be creative and to not think it's obnoxiously cutesie.

I'm sorry. I just don't like it. Please don't hate me.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Shoe Obsession

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*** I would just like to preface this post with an apology for all of the pics of my child with a runny nose. As a second time mother, runny noses are just part of the gig and pose no threat to my post-partum, non-squeamish tummy (after all, I change about 10 gazillion diapers a day). But if you are not a parent and this grosses you out, I'm sorry. Please don't allow the slight glisten under this adorable baby's nose detract from her all around cuteness...proceed.***

Izzy is crawling. Izzy is crawling and I love that Izzy is crawling because she is usually crawling in my general direction for a quick cuddle and then off to follow her big sister around. However, when babies start to crawl, you find out very quickly what it is that interest them, because they now have the freedom to go get it.

Eva loved the DVD's that we used to keep on a small bookshelf. I would turn around from loading the dishwasher or cleaning up whatever mess she left in her wake, to find her completely surrounded by DVD cases as she had pulled them ALL off of the bookshelf. After learning that Eva loved DVD's we soon started storing them in a drawer with a child proof latch.

Izzy loves shoes. She gets this from Paul. Paul loves shoes about as much as Carrie Bradshaw loves them, if not more. If Paul and I are ever separated in a department store, he can almost always be found in the shoe department...that or the electronics. He is still a man after all.

Anyway, back to Izzy. Since Izzy has started crawling, her favorite thing to get into is the shoes that we leave by the front door as we are a "no shoes in the house" family. It's a tradition that we've happily brought back with us from Hawaii. That and it's just much cleaner, especially when you have a crawling baby. But, it seems to not even matter because if I can't find Izzy, it's safe to say that she is with the shoes.

Of course, I don't allow her to linger there in her pile of dirty shoes for obvious reasons, but no matter how hard I try, she always finds her way back to the shoes. I think we may have to start putting them in a closet or leaving them outside. Here, just look at what I mean...

I've spotted her in the shoes...again...


So, like any good mother, I remove her from the filthy, germ-infested footwear and place her on the opposite side of the room with a new "shiny object"...


It holds her interest for a measly 10 seconds and then, she spots them...


Off she goes...


In sight...


Almost there...


Home at last...


And again, it starts.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Three in Diapers

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I guess I can blame the high diaper bill on Lumpy now, seeing as Eva has decided that he too should be wearing them. Granted, he doesn't seem to go through as many as say Izzy, but I think potty training is most assuredly in his near future.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Grumpy Snow White

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Eva seemed to be feeling much better yesterday. Her fever broke late Wednesday night and by yesterday morning, she was begging for milk and her Snow White dress. She seemed chipper and almost back to her old self.

But, a few hours into the morning, it was obvious that she had pushed herself a bit too much a bit too soon. Her fever didn't come back nor did she have any more throw-up incidents, but man oh man did she get cranky!

Eva usually LOVES having her picture taken, but not on this morning. A discerning, sensitive mother might have put the camera away in order to keep from exasperating her sweet child, but not me! Oh no, I took one look at that pouty bottom lip and there was no way I was putting the camera down! This is first date material right here!!!




Thursday, April 2, 2009

It's all Fun and Games...

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Izzy loves watching Eva do just about anything. Whether it's twirling in the living room in her Snow White dress, reading a book, or talking to her daddy, in Izzy's opinion, Eva is the most interesting person ever!


Eva has started to take great pride in this. About once every day, Izzy will start giggling at something Eva is doing and it seems to fuel Eva's fire to entertain! Once she figures out what it was that got Izzy's tickle box turned over, Eva will repeat the action with gusto until the amused belly laughs fade into a sweet courtesy chuckle.


Yesterday, it was a game of peek-a-boo. Eva would crouch down under Izzy's high-chair tray and as Izzy would lean as far forward in her seat as possible, trying to see where Eva had disappeared to, Eva would pop up and say, "BOO!" Izzy's laughs were infectious. No matter how many times Eva did this, Izzy laughs never faded. They were always as genuine as the time before.



I watched and took pictures until, the inevitable happened. Eva hit the bridge of her nose on the bottom of the high-chair tray and the tears soon followed. Izzy seemed to understand that the mis-hap marked the end of the play session and nonchalantly focused her attention back onto the few cheerios she had left while Eva somberly trudged to me looking for a cuddle and a kiss.


The moment was gone. It's just like Momma used to say, "it's all fun and games 'til someone hits their nose on a high-chair."

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Child Labor...With a Smile

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Okay, this isn't what it looks like! I'm sure it seems that I'm breaking some kind of child labor law by making my 2 year old do the dishes but she likes it. My dear mother in law recently showed Eva how much fun it could be to play with bubbles in the sink. Eva LOVES this. She'll go into the bathroom and grab her potty/stool, lug it into the kitchen and beg me for bubbles. It's fine by me. It keeps her entertained, and my dishes get pre-soaked all at the same time!

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Rest In Peace, Lumpy

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This is a sad post. This is a memorial post. A post paying respect to a member of my family that I'm just not sure we'll do well without. He was loved and cherished and we had high hopes for him just as any parent would for their child.

This post is for Lumpy, may he rest in peace, wherever he is.

Paul and I loaded up the girls to head down to the Ala Moana mall this morning. Nothing special, just a normal Saturday. We were in search of winter clothing. A pea coat for me and some jeans for Paul. We weaved our way in and out of stores, stopped for a quick bite and continued the search.

Eva and Izzy sat patiently in the stroller both being very well behaved, for the most part. Eva couldn't make up her mind whether or not she wanted to hold Lumpy. She'd ask for him, hold him for a while and then ask for one of us to take him. He rode in Izzy's side of the stroller for a bit while I carried her but was happy to take his place back in Eva's lap when Izzy got back in. Point is, Lumpy didn't stay in his usual spot in Eva's arms the whole time. Eva was antsy and Lumpy was an afterthought for a big chunk of the outing.

When we loaded up the girls to head home, we didn't even think to look for Lumpy. It's always assumed that he's with Eva. When we got home, we gently pulled our sleeping babies out of their car seats and laid them in their beds. Izzy immediately turned to her side, cuddled her blanket and drifted back to sleep. Eva, on the other hand, turned over to cuddle with Lumpy only to discover that he wasn't there.

No biggie. He's probably in the car. Paul called down to me to go grab him from the car and I slipped on my shoes, walked out to car, opened the door and began the search. Lumpy was no where to be found.

We've looked everywhere. Every possible place he could be. He's gone.

This isn't a total travesty as I did purchase a back up Lumpy about a year ago from Ebay, but still. I had hoped to keep the original Lumpy forever. When Eva outgrew him, I had planned to put him in her memory box, all tattered, washed and un-stitched. But that just won't happen now.

I'll just have to wash Lumpy II a few dozen times before he has the same worn in, loved look about him that I cherished so much about Lumpy I. A kind of velveteen rabbit type look. Poor thing was hardly recognizable as the purple elephant from Winnie the Pooh anymore.

Anyway, we would appreciate your thoughts during this time of grief for our family. Although we're so grateful for Lumpy II, Lumpy I is just irreplaceable.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

When it Rains...

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And that's NOT where it ended, folks. Kasey called me from our house, once they had successfully broken in, and informed me that they could not find the keys. Poor Kasey had searched through every nook and cranny of my home, going through dirty laundry, neglected drawers and cobweb filled corners (I praise God for a friend like Kasey who won't judge me by the lack of attention my home has gotten in the past few weeks).

Once she and Ben had admitted that there was no hope of them finding the keys, they drove the 20 minutes to Hawaii Kai to pick us up. All eight of us loaded up into their matching Honda Odyssey, left ours their in the parking lot, and headed home.

Once home, Paul and I did our own search through the house to look for the keys, thinking that perhaps in their unfamiliarity of all the secret spaces in our home, they had possibly overlooked them. Nope. No keys. Paul and I racked our brains trying to think of every possible place we could've left them.

Well, we were at Ryan and Jacquie's house the previous day for our Christmas festivities so Paul headed out to walk over there. Once there, they searched high and low and finally, at Ryan's suggestion, Paul checked their car. There they were. Paul rode with them Christmas night to go see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and must have left his keys in their car. Funny thing about this is that Paul texted me on his way home from the movies and asked me to please leave the front door unlocked for him if I was headed to bed. He had totally forgotten that he had his keys with him!

So, Paul got a friend to take him back up to Hawaii Kai to pick up the van, and on his way home, he called me. It was 6:30 pm at this point and I had just bathed the girls and was in the midst of their bedtime routine when I answered his call. It went something like this,

"Babe, you're not going to believe this."

"What!?! Did someone vandalize the car?"

"No. I forgot my wallet."

"O-Kay?"

"SO, I can't get on base without my ID and I don't have my driver's license either. I'm ridin' dirty."

"Paul...please tell me you're kidding. I don't have a car. It's dark. The girl's are bathed and it's thundering and lightning outside. It could start pouring any second."

"I know, Hun. But there's no other option. I need you to walk down to the back gate and meet me there with my wallet. Otherwise, I could get a ticket."

silence...

more silence...

smoke coming out of my ears...

"Fine."

So, I loaded up the girl's in their strollers, and started the 3/4 mile trek to the back gate of the base. About 50 yards out from the guard shack, the power went out. All over base...all over the island! I couldn't even see the sidewalk in front of me because even the street lights were out. I slowed my walking which was frustrating because I could see where Paul was parked just outside the gate which only made me want to hurry.

When I finally reached the guard shack, the guards were running around frantic trying to get the barriers up to keep people from coming on or off base. They asked me what the heck I was doing out and I explained the situation. One of the guards ran towards Paul to motion to him to hurry up and get on base. They were so kind. They allowed me to vouch for Paul with my military ID and even looked the other way when we had to load everyone up in the van sans car seats (which is a big no-no!).

When we got home, we looked up at our dark, powerless house and decided that maybe we should head back out and find somewhere to hang until our power came back on. But only minutes later, we learned that EVERYONE was out of power. Not just Hickam AFB, the entire island of Oahu was out of power. (Even Barack Obama who is vacationing here with his family was out of power!)

We had a nutritious dinner of chips and gold fish (as we didn't want to open our fridge in fear of letting out the cold air) and put the girl's in bed. Thankfully, Paul and are used to sleeping with our windows open so we actually had a restful night and the power finally came back on at 5:30 this morning.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Weekend From...well, you know

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No, again there are no pictures in this post. I know I probably have so few readers to my blog because I just don't post enough pics. This is not entirely my fault though, guys. My husband has a problem. I don't know if I could officially diagnose it as an illness so much as a disorder, but whatever it is, it's a problem. He cannot seem to hold on to a piece of electronic equipment for any lengthy period of time before getting completely bored with it and needing something new. This includes cameras.

I have no camera right now because he sold it. He sold it in hopes of getting a newer, better camera...which we do not have right now. So, I'm camera-less thanks to my husband's disorder. Blame him for the lack of pics.

Anyway, this post is not supposed to be about Paul. This is a rant. Humor me for a few minutes. I've had a crazy weekend and it's not even over yet.

Friday, on our way to the mall, we noticed the transmission slip in our Ford Escape. Our recently paid off Ford Escape. Isn't that how it always goes. Anyway, the Escape is a 2002 and we've already put more money than should be allowed into that car for repairs, so when we noticed the transmission slipping, we both agreed that it was time to say ta-ta to the Escape. Well, the Escape is our family car. Our second car is a 2004 Ford Mustang and two car seats would absolutely NOT fit in it.

So, Saturday morning, we dropped Eva off at Kasey's house to play with Isabelle and Daniel and off Paul, Izzy and I went to look at new cars. Almost 8 hours later, we finally drove our tired, hungry bodies off the lot in our new (to us) 2006 Honda Odyssey. Yep, I've officially joined the ranks of the mom-mobile drivers'. But boy do I love this van.

While we there at the dealership, during one of the numerous times that our salesman was "going to bat for us," I began to suspect that I may have developed a painful case of mastitis. Being fearful that it could develop into a a not so mild case, I decided to head up to the ER on Saturday night with Izzy in tow, despite being exhausted from a day of wheeling and dealing.

One look at the crowded waiting room told me that I would most certainly be there a while. You see people, it rained...all weekend long. And don't get me wrong, I LOVE the rain, but I don't love the accidents caused by the rain on an island where the roads are full of pot holes and the red-dirt hills are prone to mudslides. So, I checked in with the nurse, she gave me my wrist band and I picked a seat close to the window to sit...and sit...and sit. 3 hours later, I finally consented to the realization that I was not very high on the triage totem pole. So, I loaded Izzy up (who was a trooper by the way) and made my way out to the parking lot.

Only, it was raining...hard. I waited for a few minutes in hopes that the rains would subside enough be for me to get to my van without getting completely soaked. But there was no sign of that, so I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head, made sure Izzy was safe and warm under the canopy of her stroller and car seat attachment and charged into the rain. Things were going well until I stepped into a hidden indention in the sidewalk. My shoes were sopping and my jeans were soaked half way up my calf (and I have long legs). Ugh.

I made it to the van, made sure Izzy was secure in her seat, loaded the stroller and quickly jumped in the driver's seat dripping water all over my new car. We finally made it home and I put the girls to bed, pushed a shower off until morning and worried about my potential infection and how long it would take to get much worse.

Sunday morning, I slept in. On accident. I had exactly 45 minutes to get everyone ready for church and out the door. The shower I wanted to take...yeah, didn't happen. The clothes I wanted to wear...in the laundry. I rushed around trying to secure my unwashed hair into the world's smallest pony tail, applying extra deodorant and flinging clothes all over the girl's room looking for something appropriate for them to wear. We barely got out the door on time and made it to church with a few spare minutes to drop the girl's off at the nursery and find a good seat.

After church, more rain. The pain on my left side was still there, but no worse than the day before so I felt okay about pushing off another visit to the hospital until the next day when I could call and schedule an appointment.

I moved on to baking the 5 dozen sugar cookies I had committed to for a cookie decorating party at Annette's house in the morning. I had originally planned to buy the pre-packaged cookie dough but wouldn't you know, the commissary was all out. So, I made them from scratch. 4 hours and 66 cookies later, I was finished and it was time to think about dinner. Paul recognized the exhaustion in my eyes and suggested going to pick up a pizza and I was grateful and happy to oblige.

We came home, scarfed down our pizza and started the girl's bed time routine. When the girl's were finally down, I took my long awaited shower, poured myself a glass of Riesling and hunkered down on the sofa to veg for a bit. Things were looking up.

And then, this morning at 5:30, Eva awoke with a 101 degree temperature. Sigh. Life More Abundant, right?

But, the pain I've had all weekend is finally subsiding (making me think it was merely a clogged milk duct instead of full blown mastitis), the Motrin is helping to keep Eva's fever down and the rain has stopped for now.

So, needless to say, it was a hectic weekend. However, I did manage to read the entirety of Twilight (contributing to my exhaustion as I was up every night until almost 1am). It was amazing. I don't know what I was so hesitant about. Guys, it's a classic Romeo and Juliet story; star-crossed lovers and the desire for what's forbidden. Stephanie Meyer is perfectly descriptive, telling the story in such a way that you can feel every emotion, every light graze of the skin, and every shiver down Bella's spine. I highly recommend it and I cannot wait to get the second book. Laugh all you want...a good book is a good book is a good book. And that's all there is to it.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Design Dilemma

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Have you seen Madagascar? Not the new one, the first one. Okay, so do you know that part when Alex the Lion is running through the grassy field toward the watering hole and his eyes bug out, his hair frizzes and he completely loses it? Well, that's me when I spot something that I just HAVE to have.

Two days ago, it was these vintage kitchen canisters in Aqua. I saw them on Ebay. The seller wanted $40, I offered $20 (just to see, not expecting to actually get them) and the next thing I know, I have an email from the seller congratulating me on my purchase. Hmmmm. Now I love them...and I just HAD to have them. But they totally don't match anything in my kitchen, which is fine because I hate my kitchen and want to do something different anyway, but Aqua canisters?


So once I eased into my purchase, I began my hunt for a new tablecloth. The one I have now is horrid. It's this ugly army green and well, not what I really wanted for the breakfast area, but hey, I needed a tablecloth and there it was. Anyway, I came across this Martha Stewart damask tablecloth at Macy's and immediately fell in love...until I saw the price. Eek, just a little out of my price range. SO, back to ebay to land on another Martha Stewart tablecloth, similar colors, a bit bolder and vinyl. And I'm happy with vinyl as I have two small children and no need to add to my ever increasing laundry piles. So, I bought it. Two aqua things for my kitchen.

Now I LOVE aqua. I love teal, I love robin's egg blue and I love blue green. Definitely one of my most favorite colors (that and orange, just check out my bedding). But what the heck do I do with it?

No...for real. What do I do with it? Here, let me take you on a journey. It's the same journey I've been on for the last two days, ever since the canisters.

I've been wanting to recover my chair cushions for ages. They badly need it. I cannot afford a new table, and my old table is fine, but the cushions are wretched. They used to be white and now they are a dingy gray, yellow, pink...it just depends on what exactly was dropped in the particular spot you're looking at. Anyway, with an aqua tablecloth, what kind of fabric do I use for the chairs? Lime green? Orange? More aqua?

Here's some fabric samples I found at J Caroline fabrics online. Tell me what you think. For real...tell me.































What do you think? Okay, and for the walls...what about this? I found it at Target but I'm pretty sure I could recreate it for less than half the price. Just a good piece of stretched canvas and some orange acrylic paint. Keep in mind that I live in military housing and we tend to move every 3 years so painting the walls is kind of out of the question unless it's a VERY neutral color.


And then what about the floors? I'll need a rug. Orange? Lime? Aqua? And curtains! What about the curtains?!? (pant, pant) Do you see my dilemma?

Okay, let's stop talking about it, I'm going to have a conniption fit. Don't you just LOVE this bag I found at Etsy? Yep...I'm in love again.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Admitting Defeat

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Oh goodness. Where do I start? Let's just say that the taste of "humble pie" is something I've grown VERY accustomed to in my life. I tend to have "jump the gun" syndrome as well as a mean case of "foot in mouth" disease. They are not a good combination of ailments, let me tell you. But the Lord has been gracious in blessing me with very patient friends and family and they were so needed this past week.

I think as a parent, I struggle with placing my personality and the expectations I would have for myself on my kids; mostly Eva, of course being the 2 year old. Anyway, I've come to see that God gave me a child very different from myself. I'm outgoing and extroverted. I tend to talk too much when I meet someone new and have a hard time keeping things to myself. I love going to functions and events with Paul because I know there will be scads of new faces for me to converse with. I'm a people person by nature and I love to socialize. At home, I'm quiet and focused. Eva...not so much. She is my exact opposite in that area. At home, she's crazy and fun and adventurous, but put her in a social setting and she withdraws so fast it would make your head spin.

I've finally come to realize that this is not something about her that needs "fixing." That's just the way she is. If you were to look up the word "introvert" in the dictionary, my child's face would be plastered right next to it. Once I was able to draw this conclusion, that there was nothing WRONG with her, she was just different from me, immediate relief followed. I mean, it's not too surprising. I wouldn't exactly call Paul "Mr. Social" either now that I think about it.

Anyway, I found myself in a similar predicament this past week. Potty training. Ugh, the very words send shivers down my spine. It was horrible. All 3 and half days of it. Oh, and don't read that and think "Wow, she potty trained her kid in only 3 days!?!" No! I started potty training and drastically failed in all of 3 days. Okay, maybe failed isn't the right word.

Eva is a smart kid. She can count to 10 and she knows all of her shapes. She memorizes songs no problems and has a pretty good sense of humor for a 2 year old. All this being said, potty training should come easy...right? WRONG! This is where parenting gets tough. I've been reading up on potty training for months trying to decipher if Eva was, in fact, ready to potty train. And I read over and over again that some kids are just not ready to potty train until closer to 3 and sometimes even 4. But every time I read those things, I dismissed them. "That doesn't apply to MY kid," I would think to myself. I finally decided to give it a good go last week and we went out and purchased "big girl panties" and pull ups to get her started.

Well, lets just say there were MANY more accidents than accomplishments and I found myself getting very frustrated. And every time I would get frustrated, Eva would resist the potty all that much more. It got to the point that she was afraid to tell me when she'd had an accident. Poor baby. The straw that broke the camel's back was her final accident on my WHITE couch(NO, I don't know what possessed me to buy a white couch with small children around, but that's water under the bridge). At that point, I was so exhausted with trying to force Eva to use her potty, all I could do was look over at Paul and admit defeat.

So people, my child is not potty trained. In fact, we're not even going to attempt it for a few more months. This was a case of Mommy feeling the pressure because all of Eva's little friends are either in the midst of potty training or have already been well trained. But guys, my kid is different. She's just not ready and I've learned my lesson in trying to force the issue. More than anything, I want her to trust me, and if I'm constantly nagging her to do something she just isn't ready for, the trust bond is broken.

So, here's to another few months of buying diapers for two and being content with that! I mean, I'm not going to have a kid in kindergarten that cannot use the potty on her own...right?!?

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Secret Moment

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Last week, I walked in on the sweetest display of sisterly affection. I had set Izzy in Eva's room for a few minutes while I put some towels away in the linen closet and when I came back into Eva's room, this is what I found.

Eva was "reading" to Izzy one of her favorite new books (Thank you Reilag boys!) and Izzy was looking up at her in complete admiration. Be still my heart. I stood at the doorway for a minute, trying so hard restrain myself from jumping right in the middle of them to squeeze them to me so tight, and I'm glad I was able to practice that restraint because things then got really cute.

Izzy is absolutely at the beginnings of the never ending teething stage and therefore, her hands are always in her mouth. Well, whenever Paul and I see Eva put HER hands in her mouth, she gets a gentle scolding about how our hands are dirty and don't belong in our mouths. So, as Eva looked up from her book and saw that Izzy was gnawing on her hands, she gingerly took hold of her sister's hands and moved them away saying, "no, no Izzy. Dirty hands, no put them in her mouth."

Okay, so at that point, I had to make my presence known. I could restrain myself no more and my chuckles immediately did exactly what I knew they would...the moment was gone but it's a moment I'll not soon forget!