Daddy’s girl

Look what I spied through the window tonight.  My little bookworm.  My little Daddy’s girl.

When they came inside, Daddy said, “Time to go brush teeth and get ready for bed.”  Sophia said, “No! Read a book now!”  Imagine she said that in the sweetest voice possible, though.  When did my sweet girl get so bossy? HA!  Sophia’s so crazy about books these days.  And, it has to be books with paper pages, none of that board-book kids’ stuff.

Poor Abby is severely underrepresented in the photo department.  There’s a reason for that.  My little princess is spoiled.  I learned today that she’s Mommy’s girl, she really only wants Mommy to soothe her and put her down for a nap.  She also just wants to be entertained or held all the time.  When I’ve got to keep up with Sophia running around, worried she’s breaking something, choking on something or peeing on something, I don’t have time to set up happy Abby with a camera in her face.  I’ll remedy that soon, though.  She has just started sitting independently.  Yay!  I’ll try to get some pictures of her soon.  Until then, here’s a pic from Aunt Beth in case you haven’t seen this one, yet.

Sophia’s 2nd Birthday

Sophia’s second birthday came and went so fast.  We had a blast.  It was really fun thinking about gifts for her and hunting them down.  She really loves her purple tee-tar.  It’s so fun to watch her play with it.  It looks indestructible.  We’ll find out if it is.  I’m pretty sure that it’s going to destroy something else (like a lamp or Abby’s face) before it gets damaged.  Thanks Little Apple Wooden Puzzles! We had a lot of family over for her party, and she got lots of new fun toys to play with.  Sophia had such a great time.  She LOVES playing with other kids.  I can’t wait until Abby’s big enough to run around with her.

I hope you enjoy the pics.  I’ve got some adorable video of Sophia playing her guitar, but I can’t get my youtube account to work.  If I get it working soon, I’ll edit this post and get it in here.

Mothers Day

Mother’s Day precipitated it all.

Mother’s Day:  I felt cherished by my lovely husband.  He came in with both girls at 7:30 in the morning, Sophia yelling, “Happy Day! Mommy, happy day!”  This was my lovely gift.

My husband is so wonderful at making me feel honored, appreciated and loved.  Thanks, Husby.

I don’ t think Sophia really understood that it was Mother’s Day, though.  My precious morning was followed by a trip to church and an afternoon lunch at Nana’s.  All was fine until I tried to get an overexcited, self-proclaimed “big girl” to take a nap in a portable crib.  30 minutes later, I got my second Mother’s Day gift: smeared poo all over the crib and chucked poo all over the room.  Thanks, Sophia.  That was the second day in a row that she took off her diaper and pooped during naptime and day number 9 in which she had taken off her diaper and had some sort of accident.

I didn’t want to potty train!

Things are crazy right now.  We moved to Arkansas about a month ago.  We’re living in Will’s parents’ house.  Abby’s colick-like symptoms are still rearing their ugly heads.  I’ve eliminated dairy and soy in my diet.

I’m crazy right now.  I’ve got new thyroid issues and am trying to eat a low-sodium diet.  I’ve also had an extra amount of swelling in my feet and legs which has caused we a lot of pain and trouble sleeping.  This in and of itself is super stressful.

I didn’t want to potty train!

Sophia is crazy right now.  She’s taken quite a while to adjust to the new living arrangements.  Since her language is taking off at the same time, it’s been a super interesting time.  She’s said things like, “I wanna go back to Mommy’s house.”  She’s had a lot of anger lately.  Anger at Mommy, anger at the grandparents, anger at Abby.  Today she said to Mammaw after Mammaw touched her shoulder to try to get her to go potty: “Ow!  Ow!  Stay back!  I’m gonna cry!”  She’s also quite frustrated with all the attention that Abby’s been getting–poor Abby, all the crying and needs that an uncomfortable baby has.  It’s just taken us all a bit of time to get adjusted.

Did I mention that I didn’t want to potty train?!  But, I’m also freaking tired of washing sheets and pillows and stuffed animals EVERY DAY… and, I’d like to never clean up $#^! from all over a guest bedroom floor again…

So, we woke up Tuesday morning, and I thought I’d just sit Sophia on the potty and see what happened.  Well, she peed.  A lot.  I didn’t expect that.  I didn’t know what to do.  My only thought was, “Follow through.” So, she got straight into her new Elmo panties, and we haven’t looked back since.  The approach has been cloth panties all day, even naptime.  Take her to the potty as soon after waking as possible, before bedtimes, and every hour or so since her last pee… and of course, when it looks like she’s about to poop–you can’t miss that.  I have tried to be as oober-positive as possible and give rewards and cheers and dancing upon success.  Well, today is her 4th day to catch her own need to poop and go poo all by herself. And, today she caught herself needing to pee and she did it all by herself.  She’s learning, and a mommy couldn’t be more proud.

Besides learning to breastfeed, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do.  It isn’t just taking her to the potty every 30 mins that’s hard.  It’s not constantly checking her panties for wetness that’s hard.  It’s dealing with the pressure of her learning how to use the potty.  It takes time.  It’s takes a gentle hand.  I can’t demand obedience.  I can’t expect compliance.  I have to balance my patience with her need to be control.  I have to be peppy and excited, even when it’s 6:30 in the morning and I may have slept a total of 6 hours.  I have to woot and holler and jump up and down even when my feet are killing me.  I have to let Abby cry sometimes.  I have to deal with the pressure of “what if she isn’t ready?” And, does her not being ready equal me failing at potty-training (parenting)?  I have to check my bent towards a performance-based parenting style.  I have to take control and be careful not to let Sophia walk all over me as she tests her new toddlerhood limits.  I have to learn to balance grace with discipline in ways that I’ve never considered.

I wasn’t ready!  I didn’t want to potty train!

But, here we are.  Lo, I did not take a picture of Sophia’s last day in diapers… But, she’s a big girl now.