Monday, November 5, 2012
Halloween
Our ward had a Trunk-or-Treat on Halloween this year. The kids chose super traditional costumes--a witch and two ghosts. This actually worked out great because I found an inexpensive witch costume and I had a newly ruined white sheet that got converted into two ghosts. Pretty easy. They had lots of fun and got more than enough candy to make them happy. (But really, I thought their candy intake was reasonable and not tons.) Arie slept through most of the trunk-or-treat in the car. I didn't plan to put a costume on her anyway, so it worked out great.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Pictures of Arie
Here are a few of my favorite pictures that we've taken of Arie. You should be impressed that with almost 200 pictures (like I mentioned before) that I've narrowed it down to so few.
I have a feeling that once this girl starts smiling, our picture count will go through the roof!
There are also a few other new posts below... including Arie's birth story. It you want to read that one, you might want to put your feet up and grab some popcorn--it's pretty long. :)
2 days old
4 days old
11 days old
First time to church
13 days old
13 days old
Changed her outfit because the other one apparently didn't fit yet.
2 weeks old
This is my favorite outfit.
2 weeks old
My sister Melanie made this super cute skirt and headband.
2 1/2 weeks
These are a few of the same pictures from above, but with different photo effects.
I have a feeling that once this girl starts smiling, our picture count will go through the roof!
There are also a few other new posts below... including Arie's birth story. It you want to read that one, you might want to put your feet up and grab some popcorn--it's pretty long. :)
Do you think we love her?
Look at our faces, and you decide.
Natalie got to help with Arie's first sponge bath.
Kelton likes to rock Arie in her bouncer.
Kelton looks at Arie like this every time he holds her.
I will catch Damon from time to time over by Arie like this, and he is always calling out her name real softly and slowly.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Arie Kait
Our little girl is here! Arie Kait Webb joined our family two weeks ago, on October 3rd. She weighed 7 lbs 13 oz and was 19 inches long. She has dark hair and eyes that are dark blue--for now. I think they will end up being brown. She is absolutely beautiful and so sweet.
Before I get to her story, I need to back up a bit to when Damon was born. I wasn't super happy with my labor and delivery experience. I went in to be induced after going to a doctor's appointment. So it was already kind of late in the morning. They didn't get everything started right away. Once they did, I was in the hospital bed and stayed there until a few hours after Damon was born. I felt like I was sitting around, bored and uncomfortable, just waiting for the baby to come. Then, for some reason, my epidural felt like it stopped working on my right side. It was like this for about the last 40 minutes before Damon was born. Then, right after he was born, they gave him to me for a few minutes and then they took him over to the warmer where they proceeded to do all their "stuff." Damon was quite unhappy about this. He screamed and screamed while his startle reflex was going crazy. The nurse wasn't even there with him, but was a few feet away doing whatever protocol required. I couldn't stand it that he was just over there all alone, screaming, right after being born. I finally got up the nerve to ask one of the nurses if it would be alright for Nate to go over to him. I think it was somewhere between 45 minutes to an hour after Damon was born that they brought him back to me so I could hold and feed him. And he was perfectly healthy, with no problems. I was upset by this at the time, but over time, the thought of this has made me even more mad. I spend nine months making this baby and then the first thing they do after he is born is take him away and put him in a plastic bin where he flails and screams. Not okay.
SO... this time around was going to be different. I did a lot of research about labor and delivery. I was a bit annoyed by the "medical-ness" of the whole process. Having a baby is a normal, natural process. But hospitals specialize in the treatment of sick people. And it seemed like that clinical setting was seeping too much into childbirth, with excess poking and prodding and baby taking. So I started to find out about midwives and natural birth. I read a hypnobirthing book, which was really interresting. I don't think I was ever really going to go that whole route, but I wanted to learn about it. Ultimately, what I decided was that I would love to have my baby with the help of a midwife at the birthing center in town... with an epidural. However, epidurals aren't an option at the birth center. But I would have loved the non-hospital atmosphere there where they let you have your baby and leave you alone.
I decided on the hospital and epidural. But I wanted things to go more my way--meaning I was going to speak up more about what I wanted. I didn't want to be induced. I have done it both ways, but in comparing Kelton's birth (spontaneous) to Damon's (induced), I prefered spontaneous. Mostly because it put me in the hospital bed for less time. However, I didn't want to go over my due date. But Kelton was two weeks early and the others were induced a week early. I really didn't think I would make it to my due date. But I was wrong. My due date was the 2nd and the Dr's office scheduled an induction for the 3rd. When she hadn't come on her own by my due date, we decided to just go ahead with the induction. I was okay with this for a few reasons. My labor and deliveries are pretty quick. I was a little worried with this being baby number five, about not making it to the hospital 40 minutes away with Nate first needing to get home from work 30 mintues away. Also, I was Group B Strep positive (for the first time ever) and would need four hours to get the antibiotics in to protect the baby. When I had Kelton, he was born less than three hours after we got to the hospital. So I figured that all around, maybe and induction would be the safest bet anyway.
So on the morning of October 3rd, Nate and I headed to the hospital. We were supposed to get there at 7:30 but ended up being half an hour late. My nurse's name was Genevieve. She is about the same age as Nate. She ended up being the greatest nurse, once I was able to get over her calling me "buddy" or "bud" all the time. She made my hospital experience more of what it should be. She did little things that made a difference without me even asking her to, like taking off the blood pressure cuff instead of leaving it on all day long. This meant more work for her because she had to remember to come and put it back on every 20 minutes. She also hooked the monitors up to a portable unit so I could walk around the hospital, which she had me do for the first little while that we were there. She also brought in a birthing ball for me to sit on. With all the babies I've had at this hospital, I've never even seen a birthing ball there, so I am thinking this must be a new addition. It was so nice to be able to walk around and sit on the ball. I didn't even get in that stupid bed until I was ready for my epidural.
When my nurse checked me after arriving at the hospital, I was 5 cm. My first thought was, "good heavens, how has this baby not come on her own?" I'm thinking that maybe there really was a reason I was supposed to be induced. Around 8:30 I got my first dose of antibiotics. Then we took care of all the fun paperwork stuff. The pitocin got started around 10:30. Like with every baby before, I like to feel the contractions. I could get an epidural as soon as I walk in, but that just seems like cheating. So I work through the contractions until I've decided that I've had enough. When I got to 7 cm I was ready for the epidural. I had a really good anethesiologist and he did a great job. I got the epidural sometime around noon or a little after...I'm not quite sure. But I didn't have it for very long before Arie was born, which was nice.
Just about the time my nurse was thinking we should call and alert my doctor, the patient next door to me ended up getting rushed into an emergency c-section to save her baby. She was also a patient of my doctor. My nurse started to get a little worried because I was close to delivering and Dr. Dunn would be in surgery for the next 40 minutes. She was the only OB anywhere on the floor. The nurse turned off the pitocin and we waited. Fortunately, it turned out okay. But I just realized that if we would have been on time to the hospital instead of a half hour late, we would have needed the doctor at the same time.
As we were waiting for Dr. Dunn, Nate needed to go to the bathroom, but he didn't want to use the one in the room because it was all set up for me. So he headed out to find one in the hospital. On his way out he jokingly said, "I'll be right back. Don't have a baby without me." A couple of minutes after he left, my nurse came in the check me. She determined that I was at 10 cm and the baby was ready to come. A couple of minutes later, Dr. Dunn got to my room. We were all ready to for Arie to come, except Nate still wasn't back from the bathroom yet. So we all waited a few more minutes for Nate to get back. I just thought it was funny that we really could have had the baby while he was gone. And I think he was a bit surprised to see that we were all ready to go and were just waiting for him. I pushed about two times and then Dr. Dunn said, "This baby is going to deliver herself." And she was. But I gave just the tiniest of pushes to help her along and out she came. She was born at 2:11 p.m., just a little more than three and a half hours after my labor was started.
Genevieve was such a great nurse that I didn't really have to ask a lot of her to make my experience better than before. But the one thing I did request was that I wanted Arie given right to me, skin to skin and I didn't want her taken away. Genevieve knew exactly what I was asking for and said, sure they could do that and then do everything they needed to do with Arie right there on me. And that is exactly what they did. They only took her for a minute to get her weight. Other than that, I had her with me from right after she was born. I loved this. I wish I would have know to insist on this with all my other babies. Arie nursed better than my other babies and Genevieve said she thinks it is because of the immediate skin to skin contact. She said she is a big believer in that. I think I just got really lucky with the nurse I was assigned because I don't think they are all so willing to do that because it is harder for them to work around.
Because I was positive for the Group B Strep, I, or rather Arie, had to stay in the hospital for 48 hours after the birth. I was not happy when I found this out a month or two ago. But, it ended up not being so bad. The nurse I had for the first day after Arie was born was great. Usually I don't really like the post delivery nurses because they tend to not really care about you because you've already had your baby and you are not real fun anymore. But this nurse was so nice and I could tell that she really cared. Also, my hospital food was actually really, really good. So that made my stay more enjoyable too.
My mom and dad were at our house with Natalie, Kelton, and Damon and they all came to see Arie right as we got moved from the labor and delivery room to the recovery room. They were all so excited to see and hold Arie. Kelton was so excited he didn't quite know what to do. Every time he holds her, his face completely lights up and he just stares and smiles at her. It is so sweet. Sadly, Kelton got a really bad cough about the time we came home from the hospital, so he wasn't able to hold her or be around her much for the first few days we were home.
Here are a few other bits of information:
Arie's middle name, Kait, is in memory/honor of her sister Kaitlin.
After four other children, Arie is the first one to have the same blood type as me, O positive. (All the other kids are O negative.)
Arie is the only one of my kids who didn't have to be monitored/rechecked for jaundice.
I would say that after almost 8 years I've forgotten how fun baby girl clothes are, but really, I haven't.
We already have almost 200 pictures of Arie. She's just so cute, I can't stop!
Before I get to her story, I need to back up a bit to when Damon was born. I wasn't super happy with my labor and delivery experience. I went in to be induced after going to a doctor's appointment. So it was already kind of late in the morning. They didn't get everything started right away. Once they did, I was in the hospital bed and stayed there until a few hours after Damon was born. I felt like I was sitting around, bored and uncomfortable, just waiting for the baby to come. Then, for some reason, my epidural felt like it stopped working on my right side. It was like this for about the last 40 minutes before Damon was born. Then, right after he was born, they gave him to me for a few minutes and then they took him over to the warmer where they proceeded to do all their "stuff." Damon was quite unhappy about this. He screamed and screamed while his startle reflex was going crazy. The nurse wasn't even there with him, but was a few feet away doing whatever protocol required. I couldn't stand it that he was just over there all alone, screaming, right after being born. I finally got up the nerve to ask one of the nurses if it would be alright for Nate to go over to him. I think it was somewhere between 45 minutes to an hour after Damon was born that they brought him back to me so I could hold and feed him. And he was perfectly healthy, with no problems. I was upset by this at the time, but over time, the thought of this has made me even more mad. I spend nine months making this baby and then the first thing they do after he is born is take him away and put him in a plastic bin where he flails and screams. Not okay.
SO... this time around was going to be different. I did a lot of research about labor and delivery. I was a bit annoyed by the "medical-ness" of the whole process. Having a baby is a normal, natural process. But hospitals specialize in the treatment of sick people. And it seemed like that clinical setting was seeping too much into childbirth, with excess poking and prodding and baby taking. So I started to find out about midwives and natural birth. I read a hypnobirthing book, which was really interresting. I don't think I was ever really going to go that whole route, but I wanted to learn about it. Ultimately, what I decided was that I would love to have my baby with the help of a midwife at the birthing center in town... with an epidural. However, epidurals aren't an option at the birth center. But I would have loved the non-hospital atmosphere there where they let you have your baby and leave you alone.
I decided on the hospital and epidural. But I wanted things to go more my way--meaning I was going to speak up more about what I wanted. I didn't want to be induced. I have done it both ways, but in comparing Kelton's birth (spontaneous) to Damon's (induced), I prefered spontaneous. Mostly because it put me in the hospital bed for less time. However, I didn't want to go over my due date. But Kelton was two weeks early and the others were induced a week early. I really didn't think I would make it to my due date. But I was wrong. My due date was the 2nd and the Dr's office scheduled an induction for the 3rd. When she hadn't come on her own by my due date, we decided to just go ahead with the induction. I was okay with this for a few reasons. My labor and deliveries are pretty quick. I was a little worried with this being baby number five, about not making it to the hospital 40 minutes away with Nate first needing to get home from work 30 mintues away. Also, I was Group B Strep positive (for the first time ever) and would need four hours to get the antibiotics in to protect the baby. When I had Kelton, he was born less than three hours after we got to the hospital. So I figured that all around, maybe and induction would be the safest bet anyway.
For the first time ever, I remembered to get a picture before heading to the hospital.
So on the morning of October 3rd, Nate and I headed to the hospital. We were supposed to get there at 7:30 but ended up being half an hour late. My nurse's name was Genevieve. She is about the same age as Nate. She ended up being the greatest nurse, once I was able to get over her calling me "buddy" or "bud" all the time. She made my hospital experience more of what it should be. She did little things that made a difference without me even asking her to, like taking off the blood pressure cuff instead of leaving it on all day long. This meant more work for her because she had to remember to come and put it back on every 20 minutes. She also hooked the monitors up to a portable unit so I could walk around the hospital, which she had me do for the first little while that we were there. She also brought in a birthing ball for me to sit on. With all the babies I've had at this hospital, I've never even seen a birthing ball there, so I am thinking this must be a new addition. It was so nice to be able to walk around and sit on the ball. I didn't even get in that stupid bed until I was ready for my epidural.
When my nurse checked me after arriving at the hospital, I was 5 cm. My first thought was, "good heavens, how has this baby not come on her own?" I'm thinking that maybe there really was a reason I was supposed to be induced. Around 8:30 I got my first dose of antibiotics. Then we took care of all the fun paperwork stuff. The pitocin got started around 10:30. Like with every baby before, I like to feel the contractions. I could get an epidural as soon as I walk in, but that just seems like cheating. So I work through the contractions until I've decided that I've had enough. When I got to 7 cm I was ready for the epidural. I had a really good anethesiologist and he did a great job. I got the epidural sometime around noon or a little after...I'm not quite sure. But I didn't have it for very long before Arie was born, which was nice.
Just about the time my nurse was thinking we should call and alert my doctor, the patient next door to me ended up getting rushed into an emergency c-section to save her baby. She was also a patient of my doctor. My nurse started to get a little worried because I was close to delivering and Dr. Dunn would be in surgery for the next 40 minutes. She was the only OB anywhere on the floor. The nurse turned off the pitocin and we waited. Fortunately, it turned out okay. But I just realized that if we would have been on time to the hospital instead of a half hour late, we would have needed the doctor at the same time.
As we were waiting for Dr. Dunn, Nate needed to go to the bathroom, but he didn't want to use the one in the room because it was all set up for me. So he headed out to find one in the hospital. On his way out he jokingly said, "I'll be right back. Don't have a baby without me." A couple of minutes after he left, my nurse came in the check me. She determined that I was at 10 cm and the baby was ready to come. A couple of minutes later, Dr. Dunn got to my room. We were all ready to for Arie to come, except Nate still wasn't back from the bathroom yet. So we all waited a few more minutes for Nate to get back. I just thought it was funny that we really could have had the baby while he was gone. And I think he was a bit surprised to see that we were all ready to go and were just waiting for him. I pushed about two times and then Dr. Dunn said, "This baby is going to deliver herself." And she was. But I gave just the tiniest of pushes to help her along and out she came. She was born at 2:11 p.m., just a little more than three and a half hours after my labor was started.
Genevieve was such a great nurse that I didn't really have to ask a lot of her to make my experience better than before. But the one thing I did request was that I wanted Arie given right to me, skin to skin and I didn't want her taken away. Genevieve knew exactly what I was asking for and said, sure they could do that and then do everything they needed to do with Arie right there on me. And that is exactly what they did. They only took her for a minute to get her weight. Other than that, I had her with me from right after she was born. I loved this. I wish I would have know to insist on this with all my other babies. Arie nursed better than my other babies and Genevieve said she thinks it is because of the immediate skin to skin contact. She said she is a big believer in that. I think I just got really lucky with the nurse I was assigned because I don't think they are all so willing to do that because it is harder for them to work around.
Because I was positive for the Group B Strep, I, or rather Arie, had to stay in the hospital for 48 hours after the birth. I was not happy when I found this out a month or two ago. But, it ended up not being so bad. The nurse I had for the first day after Arie was born was great. Usually I don't really like the post delivery nurses because they tend to not really care about you because you've already had your baby and you are not real fun anymore. But this nurse was so nice and I could tell that she really cared. Also, my hospital food was actually really, really good. So that made my stay more enjoyable too.
Arie and me right before going home.
My mom and dad were at our house with Natalie, Kelton, and Damon and they all came to see Arie right as we got moved from the labor and delivery room to the recovery room. They were all so excited to see and hold Arie. Kelton was so excited he didn't quite know what to do. Every time he holds her, his face completely lights up and he just stares and smiles at her. It is so sweet. Sadly, Kelton got a really bad cough about the time we came home from the hospital, so he wasn't able to hold her or be around her much for the first few days we were home.
Here are a few other bits of information:
Arie's middle name, Kait, is in memory/honor of her sister Kaitlin.
After four other children, Arie is the first one to have the same blood type as me, O positive. (All the other kids are O negative.)
Arie is the only one of my kids who didn't have to be monitored/rechecked for jaundice.
I would say that after almost 8 years I've forgotten how fun baby girl clothes are, but really, I haven't.
We already have almost 200 pictures of Arie. She's just so cute, I can't stop!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
New seats
All the kids got moved to a new seat in the car today. With the baby coming, we needed to shift everyone around. Natalie got moved from the back row into the middle row and every other child got moved to the spot of the one just older than them. This puts both boys in the back and Natalie and the baby in the middle row. I think they were all happy about their new seats.
I looked back there and realized that once we put the baby across from Natalie, we are going to have a car full of kids!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Blanket projects
Here are a few baby projects I have finished over the last few months. And I just realized that they are all blankets. This one is the one I made to match the bouncy seat I recovered a while back. It is the second blanket I have ever machine quilted.
Here it is with the matching bouncer. I like the way it all turned out.
Here is a crocheted blanket I made. I didn't make it specifically to use as a blessing blanket, but it might be used for that because at this point, I don't know if I will get to making another one. They take a while, and I don't really have a while left.
This is just my simple, crocheted edged blanket. All of my babies have had at least one. They spend a lot of time in these blankets because I use them for swaddling.
This blanket is actually the first one I ever machine quilted. And if you can't tell, it's not for our baby. I made this for a program called Downy Touch of Comfort. They ship you a kit with all of the fabric pieces and you assemble it, add batting and finish it off and ship it back to them. They send them to hospitals to give to kids who are long term stay patients because they usually can't bring their own blankets or toys.
I kind of messed it up a bit though. Hopefully they don't care. Each individual green and yellow block is supposed to be checker-boarded. But, in a brilliant effort to be smart and save time (i.e. not follow the directions exactly) I forgot about some seam allowances which resulted in not being able to cut the blocks again to checkerboard them. At least I realized this before I cut any of the blocks in half or I would have had a big problem.
I'm glad neither of my boys is big into tractors, or I might have been in trouble sending this off.
Monday, August 27, 2012
My kids are lucky to be alive.
Why? Because they almost didn't survive their mother this afternoon.
Lets just say that while I was teaching piano lessons they all snuck outside to play in the monsoon mud and were doing things like this:
(This is my sliding glass door.)
And all looked a bit like this:
(I would only take Damon's picture because I didn't want the older ones to think it was funny. Because it really wasn't.)
They were all so messy that they couldn't just walk inside to get in the bath. I had to hose off the patio before I could then hose them off enough to bring them inside. Which, by the way, they thought was awesome since the water from the hose feels like bath water.
Once clean, the boys would not stop running and yelling... in the same room that I was still trying to teach piano lessons in. After repeatedly telling them to go upstairs and having them not listen, I physically carried Damon up and made Kelton follow. Lots of threats later, they understood I was serious and that they were not to come down until I was finished.
So I finish and find Damon like this. I didn't even care enough to wash him off.
The kids went to bed early tonight.
Lets just say that while I was teaching piano lessons they all snuck outside to play in the monsoon mud and were doing things like this:
(This is my sliding glass door.)
And all looked a bit like this:
(I would only take Damon's picture because I didn't want the older ones to think it was funny. Because it really wasn't.)
They were all so messy that they couldn't just walk inside to get in the bath. I had to hose off the patio before I could then hose them off enough to bring them inside. Which, by the way, they thought was awesome since the water from the hose feels like bath water.
Once clean, the boys would not stop running and yelling... in the same room that I was still trying to teach piano lessons in. After repeatedly telling them to go upstairs and having them not listen, I physically carried Damon up and made Kelton follow. Lots of threats later, they understood I was serious and that they were not to come down until I was finished.
So I finish and find Damon like this. I didn't even care enough to wash him off.
The kids went to bed early tonight.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
The Potty and Damon's master plan
I decided the last time I bought Damon diapers that I wouldn't buy another box, and I would potty train him when they ran out. They ran out on me faster than I thought and I was caught a bit by surprise one day when I realized I only had about 10 diapers left. I didn't feel ready to potty train, but I think after doing two kids, I will never really be "ready" to do it again. And, I also wanted to give it a try before the baby comes and I am quickly running out of time to meet that deadline.
So, on Wednesday night, I used the very last diaper I had when I put Damon to bed. Thursday morning, we started potty training. I am using the "3 Day Method" where you never ask them if they need to go potty, or ask if they want to try, or even just put them on the potty. Instead, you constantly tell them to tell you when they need to go potty. I knew this might be a slower method with Damon, who is 2 years and 3 months old, but felt like it would be best in the long term with him (or really, any kid for that matter). This way, they learn to use the potty when they feel the need to go and don't have to rely on a parent remembering to take them there. (This way was super fast when I trained Kelton, but he was over three years old.)
Day one and day two were filled with nothing but accidents. But I could tell something was starting to click. On day three, at dinnertime, (at Denny's with Nate's parents) Damon had his first real success where he told me he needed to pee and then went to the bathroom and did it with his underwear still dry.
As for nighttime... the first time he woke up in a pull-up, it was wet. But, I think he probably peed in it after he woke up before I could get to him. The next two nights he woke up dry. I have never had a child do this at such an early stage of potty training. So tonight, I put him to bed in his underwear. We will see what happens. But I think it will be okay since Damon woke me up this morning (with a pull-up on) at 6:00 saying, "I need to go pee." Which he then did, in the potty. I was really happy about that. Not so happy about the time of day, though.
Today when we went to church, I kept Damon in his underwear. I kept him in his underwear as we went out and about this weekend with Nate's parents too. Once I put underwear on my kids, I never put them in pull-ups during the day. Even a two year old knows its just a diaper. So, I was a little nervous about nursery, but was prepared to clean up any messes. Damon actually did great! He didn't even have any accidents until later this evening. He ended up having two accidents tonight. The last one happened while I was on my way home from choir practice. I have to admit, I thought this whole thing was kind of funny. Probably just because it didn't happen on my watch. Damon peed on the carpet. While daddy was occupied cleaning it up, Damon found a marker, which he knows he's not even supposed to have, and proceeded to make lovely drawings on the walls.
This one shows the wall a bit better.
There were two other walls that looked similar to this one. When I got home, I caught him with the marker in his hand. His diversion was good enough to keep daddy busy for a while, but he forgot to factor mom coming home into his scheme. And I am, once again, thankful to the Magic Eraser people for making it possible for me to find this whole thing funny.
As for potty training, it is still a work in progress. But I feel like he's doing well and will continue to do better each day. Then, by the end, I will never have to remember or remind when it comes to Damon going potty. And hopefully our walls will remain mural free.
So, on Wednesday night, I used the very last diaper I had when I put Damon to bed. Thursday morning, we started potty training. I am using the "3 Day Method" where you never ask them if they need to go potty, or ask if they want to try, or even just put them on the potty. Instead, you constantly tell them to tell you when they need to go potty. I knew this might be a slower method with Damon, who is 2 years and 3 months old, but felt like it would be best in the long term with him (or really, any kid for that matter). This way, they learn to use the potty when they feel the need to go and don't have to rely on a parent remembering to take them there. (This way was super fast when I trained Kelton, but he was over three years old.)
Day one and day two were filled with nothing but accidents. But I could tell something was starting to click. On day three, at dinnertime, (at Denny's with Nate's parents) Damon had his first real success where he told me he needed to pee and then went to the bathroom and did it with his underwear still dry.
As for nighttime... the first time he woke up in a pull-up, it was wet. But, I think he probably peed in it after he woke up before I could get to him. The next two nights he woke up dry. I have never had a child do this at such an early stage of potty training. So tonight, I put him to bed in his underwear. We will see what happens. But I think it will be okay since Damon woke me up this morning (with a pull-up on) at 6:00 saying, "I need to go pee." Which he then did, in the potty. I was really happy about that. Not so happy about the time of day, though.
Today when we went to church, I kept Damon in his underwear. I kept him in his underwear as we went out and about this weekend with Nate's parents too. Once I put underwear on my kids, I never put them in pull-ups during the day. Even a two year old knows its just a diaper. So, I was a little nervous about nursery, but was prepared to clean up any messes. Damon actually did great! He didn't even have any accidents until later this evening. He ended up having two accidents tonight. The last one happened while I was on my way home from choir practice. I have to admit, I thought this whole thing was kind of funny. Probably just because it didn't happen on my watch. Damon peed on the carpet. While daddy was occupied cleaning it up, Damon found a marker, which he knows he's not even supposed to have, and proceeded to make lovely drawings on the walls.
This one shows the wall a bit better.
As for potty training, it is still a work in progress. But I feel like he's doing well and will continue to do better each day. Then, by the end, I will never have to remember or remind when it comes to Damon going potty. And hopefully our walls will remain mural free.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
School!
So, this was my Sunday night indicator that boredom had completely taken over and school really needed to start.
Natalie's first day of 2nd grade was yesterday! She was so excited to start school again. She has one of the many new teachers at the school this year. Actually, I think this might even be her teacher's first year ever. We will see how it goes! Natalie loved her first day of school. When I asked her if she thinks she might like her teacher, she said, "No mom, I know I like her!" I am excited to see what this new year brings for Natalie.
Kelton on the other hand was not too happy to lose his Natalie. Actually, I think it was more that he really wanted to go to school too and felt left out, especially when Nate took her to school (she normally will ride the bus--it was just a first day of school thing) and the two of them left together and Kelton had to stay. I had to take a picture of his pathetically sad, yet cute, face.
BUT... today is Kelton's first day of Pre-school! He hasn't been too excited about it because he realizes it isn't Natalie's school and that he won't get to ride the bus. But he was really excited about it this morning. He got all ready and could hardly wait to get out the door. He was excited to wear a backpack and his new shoes.
Kelton is going to a preschool that someone I know from church is doing. I decided that, for now at least, I am done with the whole co-op preschool thing. It stresses me out. I'm just not cut out for having a bunch of extra (meaning not mine and don't know my rules) kids running around my house. Plus, with a two year old and a new baby coming in seven weeks or so, I figured it wouldn't really work out anyway. And I wanted something more structured for Kelton. The co-ops tend to end up more as play groups and they don't really learn much with having a different teacher/house every week. Kelton will be at preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 7:45-10:45. I'm excited for him and I hope he loves it! And for the next two months I will enjoy having only one child for six hours a week!
Natalie's first day of 2nd grade was yesterday! She was so excited to start school again. She has one of the many new teachers at the school this year. Actually, I think this might even be her teacher's first year ever. We will see how it goes! Natalie loved her first day of school. When I asked her if she thinks she might like her teacher, she said, "No mom, I know I like her!" I am excited to see what this new year brings for Natalie.
Kelton on the other hand was not too happy to lose his Natalie. Actually, I think it was more that he really wanted to go to school too and felt left out, especially when Nate took her to school (she normally will ride the bus--it was just a first day of school thing) and the two of them left together and Kelton had to stay. I had to take a picture of his pathetically sad, yet cute, face.
BUT... today is Kelton's first day of Pre-school! He hasn't been too excited about it because he realizes it isn't Natalie's school and that he won't get to ride the bus. But he was really excited about it this morning. He got all ready and could hardly wait to get out the door. He was excited to wear a backpack and his new shoes.
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