A Potty?

Little Man and I went to Target yesterday. I decided to get him some Kandoo flushable wipes so he can wipe himself in the bathroom since he wants to be so independent.

We get it home, I put it in the bathroom, open it and show Little Man how to use it. He starts opening and closing it and laughing and I told him not to do that as it will break it. He laughs and said 'He wants to show me somethim (something)'. I said OK. He opened it, laughs, and said 'Look! It looks like a potty!'

I do have to admit with the lid open the Kandoo container does in fact look like a potty.

Still working at it

Little Man is potty trained. He keeps his underwear clean and dry and let's me know whe he needs to go (for the most part. Mr. Independant likes to go to the bathroom by himself these days.). We have been keeping him in a pullup at night because he still pees in it. Right before we moved I told Little Man as soon as we move to the house we are going to do a night with his underwear with a plastic over it. This is what he wears for nap (and actually doesn't at daycare) so why not at night? If he gets water at night it's a sip. So tonight we are trying. I will let you know if I need to do a boat load of laundry to wash his sheets, blankets, stuffed animals and himself.

Hopefully I don't spend the night awake worrying he'll wet through.

School

In 6 months and a few days Little Man starts preschool. We went to church tonight for Ash Wednesday and there in our box, just as our pastor's wife and preschool/kindergarten teacher promised, was the application paperwork. Little Man saw the big envelope and asked what was in it. I told him the paperwork to sign him up for preschool next year. You should have heard the squeal of pure joy come from him. He is SO excited! He has been looking forward to going to school since last year when we went to the open house. (We didn't go this year as we couldn't take the time off.)

He is growing up so fast. I'm excited for him to start school. It's a little bittersweet but a happy bittersweet. He's a great little boy. Smart, sweet, funny, talkative and out right cute. I look forward to seeing how he does in school. Will he continue to be a follower or learn to be his own person? Will we be called in to talk to his teacher because he talks to much or will he be quiet and reserved when he needs to be? Will I be bawling as I watch him sing in the Christmas program? Full of pride for my Little Man and all he is doing in life. Will he work hard at his schoolwork or will we need to be on his case to get it done? Will he have problems learning or will he be ahead of the class? Or will he be smack dab in the middle? Will he have lots of friends? Any friends? Will he like piano lessons when he starts them in a few years?

Those are the questions we parents ask ourselves. It's the joy of being a parent to see those questions being answered as our children grow up. Sometimes the answers are wonderful and sometimes the answers need a little more work and a lot of patience. That is the joy of parenting. It isn't easy but the reward of the success of our children is what makes it worthwhile.

A sibling

Little Man needs a sibling...BAD. If we're in the 'baby's' room he'll ask me if he can play with 'her' when she isn't in the crib. The toys in the room are also 'her's'. He has also been saying his teddy bear is his sister the past few weeks. I try to tell him that his teddy isn't his sister. He doesn't have a sister yet but he always argues that teddy is indeed his sister.

Here is another issue, a sister. Not a brother, but a sister. I keep telling him it is up to God to bless us with a baby boy or girl. I tell him if he really would like a sister he needs to pray to God and ask for one. He will fold his hands and with my help pray for a sister (I of course, wouldn't have him full out pray for a sister but if it's in God's will he would like a sister.).

But this has me thinking. Should we go for it and check we only want a girl on our adoption paperwork? I know we can choose and we (OK, me) chose that we really shouldn't choose between a boy and girl but leave it up to God. But Daddy REALLY wants a daughter this time around (And no, we do not talk about this with Little Man. He has done all this sister wanting on his own.).

Is this God's way of saying our next child is a girl? That we should go for it and only check girl? I fear that if we do we'll be waiting another 2 years. I don't know if I can handle that long of a wait again.

I am unsure what to do. If I had my way I would have started the process (Ok, fine, I would be pregnant) months ago...

Too tired

I have tried for the past hour to write a post. I log in and... That's pretty much as far as I get. I'm exhausted. I'm amazed at how exhausted I get early in the night. I can barely make it to 9pm most nights. I could lay my head down right now and fall asleep.

I just re-read the last paragraph and I can't believe how many typos and grammar erros I had in it. See, I am exhausted.

Before I go I'll tell you about Little Man's day. I brought soy milk in a sippy cup with us to his babysitter's so he could have it with his cereal and for lunch if he had any left. 'A' picked him up tonight so I could drop the keys off to our apartment and she said S said that Little Man had diarrhea, very runny, today. Well I guess soy milk is out of the questions. I had a friend tell how harsh soy milk could be and well it doesn't agree with Little Man. So I got him some rice milk and I hope tomorrow is a better day for him and S.

Wow, I really can't keep my eyes open. I'll end here and write more later.

Good night.

A goodbye

Goodbye to our dearest apartment. We finished cleaning it out today and tomorrow I will hand in our keys.

As I was walking through I am amazed and humbled at how God has blessed us. In a time of great need he blessed us with a place that was quiet (for the most part) and pretty spacious. The bedrooms were huge compared to most apartments and we had 2 bathrooms (we didn't have that at our old house). And we had a washer and dryer in our unit.

I'm glad Little Man was pretty young when we moved in. A few of our neighbors loved to try new things, ah hem, smoke something that is not a cigarette. It took a year for Little Man to ask what that smell is. (I started replying 'That smell is the reason we are moving.)

It wasn't easy living in the apartment. I started feeling clastrophobic a few months ago and really was having a hard time even being in the kitchen. It was closed in and didn't have windows, let alone space.

I'm grateful we found such a pretty nice place. We could have been somewhere not so safe for Little Man. One place we were inches from signing when Daddy looked at me and said 'I can't do this.' It was in a duplex and our other 4 neighbors were bachelors. We feared there would be nightly parties. Luckily we made that decision as a few months later the same unit we were going to sign on caught fire.

It was pretty nice to go through a summer and not have to worry about mowing and watering the lawn. Most of the winter we didn't have to worry about shoveling the driveway.

But as I sit in our upstairs livingroom, exhausted and sweaty from vacuuming the whole upstairs and basement, I am thankful. Thankful we have to mow again and shovel (as we are expecting 2 inches tonight). Thankful that smell in my house is due to having viles of poo in Little Man's bathroom and not from something someone smoked.

So again, thank you apartment for being there when we needed you.