Good Job, Mommy!

Sweet Pea has recently taken an interest in "going potty". Bubba was just shy of 3 when we did the 'One Day Potty Party' based on a book by Teri Crane. It was great, he was ready, it took about 3 days and we were done. But, I could reason with him and explain things to him better than I can with Sweet Pea, who is just over 2 years old. But, if she's interested, I'm game.

So for the last few days, she has been going potty. She's pretty good to try each time I ask her. She will even sometimes tell me she has to go and she can hold it through the eternity it takes her to pull down her pants, undo & remove her diaper, and get up onto the potty. Heaven forbid I try to help with any of these steps! She has even done #2 twice! She sometimes has worn training panties and gets highly upset when she has an accident. So, I am pleased overall.

Like any good mommy, I act like she's won the Nobel Peace Prize every time she goes. Lots of clapping and cheering. Last night, after she went potty herself, she said "mommy, potty". So, willing to set a good example, I went potty too. She watched intently (and a bit too close, really) and after I was done, she started jumping up and down and saying "YEAH". Then as we are walking out of the bathroom, she says "Good Job, Mommy". So cute!!!

Hope is in the small things

A few months after W & K were born, a friend & I were shopping at some little craft fairs in Maine. We came upon a booth where some older ladies had items they had crocheted and knitted. The stuff was absolutely beautiful and so cheap. The little baby blankets were about $5.00 - I had no reason to buy baby blankets, but they were so pretty and so soft, I couldn't resist. So I bought 2. A mint green one and a light purple one. They also had the sweetest little sweaters for girls, no buttons, just a tie at the top. I remember thinking "I really need to buy those" I don't know why, as I said, I surely had no little one to put it on. But, I had the strongest need to buy them. It gave me hope that one day, I'd have a little one to wear them. That was in 2001. So here we are almost 10 years, 3 moves, & 2 blessings later...


Sometimes all you need is a little hope for your hearts desire and a little faith to get you there. Oh, and she uses the blankets for her dolls :)

Going strong (well, at least going)

I am still going to the YMCA. I'm actually sort of enjoying it. Not that I like working out...I still do not get endorphins and generally need food & a nap when I get home. But, I am doing it. I started a new "class" two weeks ago. It's trekking on the treadmill. Another "t" - torture. We go up to a 15% incline and do all sort of things I didn't think were safe to do on a treadmill, like walking backwards, sideways, and doing lunges all while the thing is moving. And it's an hour. So I do that on Wednesdays and try to do an aerobics class at least one other day a week. I just got all set up (from the trekking instructor) on the weight machines. I have lost about 10 pounds but what's most exciting is the 2" off my thighs!! WooHoo! My jeans fit so much better now in that area. Only about an inch off my waist and no decrease in pants size (yet) but at least my size 12s aren't cutting off the circulation to the lower half of my body.

And it's nice that Sweet Pea doesn't mind the childwatch area. Which is funny too because it's called "child WATCH" not "child CARE".

Exactly what are they doing? Just watching her? "Hey, that one is scaling the bookcase. Watch her go!"

Seriously, they are good with them. The only thing that aggravates me is they won't change diapers. So I'm in the middle of a workout and they come in and tell me she's got a stinky diaper. That really kind of screws up my exercise. And then of course, she wants to leave with me. Lucikly it's not all that often.

So here's to hoping that I stay this motivated. It's kind of hard to go to work at a cardiology office and preach at the patients while I sit home on my rear eating chocolate.