I’m tired! It’s been a busy, crazy week. Tuesday we packed for the big move, occurring in about six weeks, and I also had my ear literally glued to the phone all day while a lower region of my body was attached to a couch cushion in an attempt to find some answers about the kid’s school situation in Tennessee. I have a bit of a phobia with cell phones and portable phones (radiation issues) so we have a quaint, little old fashioned phone, with a cord, void of caller ID.
Ryan came home that evening, later than usual, to discover me singing, not along to music or even to one of Luke’s Veggi Tale videos, just singing a happy little diddy to myself. Usually when he comes home I’m not in a singing mood, usually I’m in a stressed out, fried to the core, it’s been a LONG day sort of mood. He suggested that perhaps the absence of the older kids was causing my sudden surge of joy and as I thought about it, he may be on to something. The big boys in particular get bored, often, and decide to take it out on everyone in the house, usually the littlest beings, who then scream and holler at the top of their lungs trying to get mom’s attention. The big boys are also expressing their likes and dislikes very vocally at this stage in their lives – AKA, they’re mouthy. I’m not sure what to do about this problem, if anyone has a successful solution, please pass it along.
Although stumped in the mouthiness department, I did produce a fantastic positive rewards system that is curbing some of the negative behaviors occurring in the family. This is what I came up with after a successful trip to the dollar store.
Jada was the one and only treat earner on Wednesday. I also woke up this morning bound and determined to REALLY accomplish potty training with Josh. We have bribed this child with everything, really EVERYTHING: a call from Buzz Light Year, a toy story movie, a huge airplane, candy, Disney world, anything if he will just go on the potty. During this tedious process I decided to run the sprinkles for the afternoon and stripped this child down to his birthday suit. He usually does well until a pull-up or a diaper is strapped to his behind and then he sneaks off to do his duty. I was determined that no shenanigans were going to occur on my watch! This child relished in his nakedness, go figure, he is a boy, and as they played outside, I continued doing whatever moms do inside until my calm was brashly interrupted when he ran full throttle, swinging open the door, full of excitement and joy as he proudly announced,
“MOM, MOM, come see outside, I went poop like a cow!”
“WHAT??” my mind questioned, “Surely, he didn’t really go poop like a cow?”
He impatiently ran to the field and pointed very proudly at what appeared to be a pile of something resembling cow poop. Back to pull-ups we went. Honestly, the thought of him using the great outdoors as his toilet was appealing, as long as I didn’t have to change ANYMORE DIRTY DIAPERS! Needless to say, we are still not successful in our endeavor to potty train him. I’ve been told to let it go, and I suppose I have to at this point.
Later that night the kids helped me husk corn, their first time ever and they did a great job.
Thursday was a mommy relaxation day as I had our babysitter come and watch the kids for a few hours. I had really good intentions of running a few errands and then going to the library to write, but I was sidetracked when a large, wonderful, antique thrift market beckoned me to enter. I love thrifting, and I found some fabulous little finds like this old basket. Later that afternoon, I spray painted it, added some small jam jars, painted the tops black and then wrote the names of spices on them in blue marker paint. It’s such a convenient little contraption to have right next to the stove while I’m cooking.
Thursday evening we crossed or fingers and tried something unique with Luke’s bedtime routine, hoping to eliminate his diaper dilemma, discussed in the Father's Day post. We cut the feet out of his sleeper and put it on backwards, being 90% confidant that there was no way he could maneuver out of the contraption. He was curious and confused about this turn of events in his bedtime attire, although he reluctantly seemed to accept the change. Reality isn’t always what it seems to be and this is what I found an hour later when I went to check on him, talk about Houdini…
Mabel had a successful Thursday night and earned her treat for Friday! This is what she wrote the morning of her success. I think this child needs a diary.
Saturday was busy. Early in the morning Ryan picked up the kids from Bible camp and then we packed all day long. We are taking the first official load down soon seeing that our time frame has been crushed considerably with the start of school in about 6 weeks!
Hopefully next week I will have the pleasure of sharing something that doesn’t involve any of my children’s bodily functions, cheers to that thought, huh??!
Just keep livin!!