Potty Training Woes

Catie will be three on Tuesday, and she isn't potty trained. In fact, she isn't the least bit interested in trying. I know if I wait long enough, she'll eventually decide to use the toilet herself. I'm also nervous that if I push too hard, she'll rebel. But I'm tired of waiting!

Complicating matters is the fact that I'm still nursing the twins for 45 minutes/feed every 3 hours or so. The few times we've attempted going diaper free, she always holds it until I'm nursing, then has an accident. So it's going to be tricky to time things and put in the effort to get the job done.

We've been talking up her birthday as when she becomes a big girl and uses the potty. Her party is on Sunday, which means on Monday we'll take away the diapers! She's been agreeing with us. Yep, Monday is the day. No more diapers, I'll use the potty. Today we counted down--today, then Saturday, then party day, then no more diapers.

She's thinks for a moment.

"Is that funny?" she asks.
Is what funny?
"That is a joke. I'm going to laugh. HAHAHAHAHA!"

Oh dear.

Exactly how is she feeling?

Me: Catie, come eat your lunch.
Catie: I'm too tired to eat.
Me: Then go to your room and take a nap.
Catie: I'm too thristy to sleep.
Me: Then drink your milk.
Catie: I'm too picture-y to drink.

(I think she's hoping I'll say, "Go draw a picture." But I won't.)

Running Again

Last night I went on my first post-baby run. Boy, am I out of shape! But I know I can get back into racing form with a little work. I haven't signed up yet, but I'm tentatively hoping to do the Illinois Half-Marathon in Champaign on May 1. We'll see how it goes with two little ones.

When First-borns Play Together

I had the privilege of babysitting my niece and nephew the other day. The four kids were playing with our toy pop-up tent when I overheard the following converstaion between the strong-willed oldests:

Ethne: And the SIXTH rule is *blah blah blah*.
Reagan: No, Ehtne, there ARE no rules. YOU DON'T OWN THE TENT!

The Worst Christmas Gift

Once again, the Illinois Lottery is advertising tickets for Christmas (and once again I have their stupid jingle stuck in my head.) I can't imagine a worse gift than losing lottery tickets. Seriously, you could have gotten a $20 gift card to a restaurant, or cash, or even an ugly sweater to return. Instead you get $20 worth of losing lotto tickets? How disappointing.

I'm definitely not ready for this...

So, at not quite 4.5 months, Gavin is MOBILE! This morning I left the room for a few minutes, and he wasn't where I left him when I came back. He can roll tummy to back and back to tummy in the same direction. He managed to roll all the way across the living room!

A newborn's conversaton with God

A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"

God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."

God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."

Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"

God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to You?"

God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you to pray."

"Who will protect me?"

God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see You anymore."

God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."

God said, "You will simply call her, 'Mom.'"