I'm tempted to start potty training Cameron and before I do this, I'm giving anybody who reads this the opportunity to stop me from going insane or ending up in the loony bin. He is only 25 months old (almost 26!) and is...well, Cameron. He runs when you ask him to come here, he runs when he knows he has something he shouldn't. He is VERY quiet about all of his mischief and loves to eat...umm, poo. Am I crazy for wanting to attempt this?!? Here is what's making me want to try... He is ALWAYS talking about the potty and wants to sit on it before naps and bedtime (this could also be stalling...). He loves the potty book and and recently purchased Elmo Potty DVD. He doesn't run away when I ask him if he's pooped...in fact he tells me then says "ooh, gross...stinky poops" and then agrees with me when I ask if I should change it (again, he used to run away in fear whenever I asked him if I needed to change his diaper). TJ was trained at just 17 months...could he have passed this ultra-early potty training (especially for boys) gene to Cam? I have memories (they're buried very deep) of when I potty trained Drew...shudder...and it was NOT fun. I also have visions of cleaning up poo from more than just in his bed. As soon as I open this can of worms...I'm REALLY worried what will happen!! If anybody has any wisdom that they could share, I'm open to anything. If you want to just tell me I'm CRAZY and then run away saying, haha sucker!!! I understand. Really. Tell me what you think!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
So, we had a interesting experience the other day...Drew had already awaken from his nap and then we heard Cam babbling to himself. Drew raced up the stairs (we always have to race up the stairs) and opened Cams door and came running back out and said, "mom it REEKS in there, Cam pooped." Ah well, same old really, nothing new in the life of this SAHM. Except when I went in, I was struck with a smell so foul, so wretched, I thought that a skunk had taken up hibernation somewhere in the house, farted it's nasty stank, threw up, rolled around in it..., and then died. I could hardly make myself go in there...but thinking that the stink could infest the rest of the house, I rushed into action. And then I saw it. Greenish-brown streaks all over his bed. So this is what other moms go through when they have a child that plays with their own fecal matter. I had never experienced this with my older (normal) child. So I picked up Cam (with as little contact as possible) and set him on the changing table to survey the damage. There were these same greenish-brown streaks on his cheek, his shirt and on his legs...and it was stuck under his fingernails as well. But, he wouldn't have eaten it would he??? So, I gulped (to hold the bile rising in my throat), and smelled inside his mouth.......My son ate poo. POO!!!! PPPOOOOO!!!! What the? Where did he come from?!?!? What is wrong with him!!! EWWWWWWWWWW!?!?! What about Hepatitis...? Salmonella (?) He's going to die!! I'm so grossed out at this point I can hardly think what to do next. I don't know the number for the Haz-mat people...I don't want to involve poison control...So I gave him a bath in hydrogen peroxide, bleach and rubbing alcohol (I'm totally kidding...). After I scrubbed him down with a rag that is now trash, I let him soak all the nastiness off. Now, I am terrified that whenever I lay him down, he's going to wait until I've left the room, poo and then have himself a little snack...
Saturday, February 14, 2009
I woke up this morning with a big smile on my face. It was one of the first Saturdays in a LONG time where we were all able to sleep in. I didn't feel the rush or stress of the weekdays, AND my kids slept until 9 am!! I looked out the window and saw new fresh snow-and with it the sound of snowblowers (I love this sound!) I have high hopes for today and am excited to enjoy this Valentines day with my sweetie. My husband is so good for me. He has taught me so much. Unfortunately for him, I tend to resist him and usually go kicking and screaming and in the end I recognize what a wonderful man he is and how much he loves me and really, truly wants to help me. I'm so grateful for how hard he works. He usually puts in 10-12 hour days and when he gets home he does what ever he can to help me with the kids and around the house. He is such a cute dad and I love when I see him with our boys, it melts my little heart. Ok, enough of the gushy. I hope this day is as amazing for you as it as been so far for me. luv luv!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
**Edit-It's sold!!!**Hey guys, I am going to post my old camera (my Nikon D40x) here and on KSL to try and sell it. This is a great camera, I did get a newer camera for Christmas, so that's my reason for selling it. It is a little over a year old and VERY well taken care of!! I just wanted to give anybody a heads up who is interested! I am selling: the Camera body; two lenses a Nikon DX Nikkor AF-S 18-55 mm 1:3.5-5.6 GII ED and a Nikon DX Nikkor AF-S 55-200 mm 1:4-5.6G ED and two UV protective lense filters. This package also includes the battery plus the charger, the USB cable for your computer, the warranty information, and two instruction books. I'll be selling it for $549. This is really an AWESOME deal!! I would really like to sell it before the end of this month, so if anybody is interested, please e-mail me at email@example.com
The camera and lenses
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Do you ever feel like your day is going like a roller coaster ride? It's just been one of those days for me. I feel like I've felt highs and lows ALL day and can't seem to get out of this funk. I can't pin point one single incident...unfortunately there are many! I fell a little overwhelmed and am trying to get myself to do those things that I KNOW will make me feel better. But for some reason, I just can't. I just feel bogged down. It's times like this that I rely on my Heavenly Father for complete emotional support. It's days like these that have me thinking of how truly blessed I am and how wonderful my life really is. Isn't that funny? Here I am having a rough day, and I'm thanking my Father in Heaven for everything I have. That's the beauty of it, with out these rough times, we wouldn't feel the peace or sense of accomplishment from a really great day. I'm thankful for these hard days, even though a part of me wants to go curl up in a ball on my bed and close my eyes. The minutes and hours go by quickly, and I don't want to miss out on what this life has to offer me and what I can get out of it. So, here I go, I'm going to pick myself up, dust myself off, turn on a little rachmaninoff and go sweep my floor. Thanks for listening (or reading) this whoever it may be...