Special Day

One of my best friends from college got married last weekend, and she asked Hannah to be her Flower Bear.  Not really, she was her flower girl. :)  So we ventured up to Clarksville and enjoyed a mini vacation as a family.  Hannah had her hair professionally styled on Saturday morning, and we enjoyed the extra time at the salon with Anna before the wedding.

I took a bunch of photos, here are a few:

Making Strides

Both kids are making progress in their respective areas of concentration, so to speak.  Buddy is basically potty trained for daytime and most nights, but I still put him in a pull up at night just in case. Of course there are still days with 2 or 3 leaks, but the lure of candy as a reward seems to be pretty effective. (Yesterday morning was an example of "in case.")  He is adjusting to Preschool, and according to his teacher he is sweet and really making progress.  He's learning those basic social skills like listening to an adult other than a parent, learning how to stand in line, practicing all sorts of pincer grasp activities, and toileting without assistance because the teacher would be in there all day if she helped the kid.  He knows his body parts on himself and his basic colors, by the end of the year she hopes that he will draw body parts in the correct place on pictures and spell his own name.  (He recognizes many of his letters already.  And he's watching "Word World" as I type this for reinforcement.)  The days he does not go, he asks to, and the days he does go, he asks to stay home with me.  It's sweet.  He also misses his sissy.  We often have a little picnic at a park after I pick him up from school and before we go get Bear.

Bear is adjusting well to Kindergarten, except for the early waking.  (I wonder where she gets that from.)  There is no way we would get her to the bus in time as most days she is still waking up, so I drive her in.  We use that time to listen to her kids' choir CD in preparation for the upcoming Christmas program.  Her favorite subjects are lunch and recess, followed by art and music.  So far she has said that one boy asked her to be his girlfriend, but she told him she is not old enough.  Last night she said another boy asked to kiss her, so she told her teacher and the teacher told him that is not allowed.  So apparently the boy/girl relational distractions start early these days. It really doesn't bother me yet, I think it's cute. In spite of that, she is finally starting to show some interest in reading and making progress in that direction.  She can sound out 2, 3, and some 4-letter words with short vowel sounds if she is focused, but after 10-15 minutes of reading with me she tends to get tired.  She loves the songs that her teacher uses to help her remember things, and she has begun to make up more of her own songs. While she resists handwriting because she gets frustrated that she can't do it perfectly, yesterday she copied the titles of some of the books she would like from the book order form onto a sheet of paper.  That is a huge accomplishment for her.

I am so proud of both of my little people!

2 weeks later

B is doing much better and we have decided he is definitely going to go to go to preschool.  Tomorrow is his first day.

kindergarten parents and preschool slacker parents

Not really.  This afternoon was busy.  We took Bear to meet her kindergarten teacher today, and I have to say, I was pretty impressed.  She seemed friendly, organized, and experienced.  She listened when Bear asked her questions.  The classroom is welcoming, from the "tool boxes" where she'll keep her school supplies, to the assortment of posters, learning centers, and even a "think about it/time out" chair with a cute poem on it.  We met a mom and daughter who just moved here from out of state a week ago along with a few other parents and kids.  My only reservation is that as of now, there will be 24 students in her class, without a teacher's aid.  No wonder she said she'll take all the parental involvement she can get!!!

After meet the teacher at school, it was time for gymnastics.  Daddy was with us, and Bear showed off.  Daddy also monitored Buddy, who has a habit of trying to play on whatever equipment the girls are not using.
 Her gymnastics school is very small and non-competitive, and the instructor puts her heart and soul into these kids.  I am amazed at how Bear's flexibility and skills have begun to grow. 

So, about the slacking.  Buddy's "meet the teacher/open house" was scheduled for tonight.  But his teacher sent a postcard that noted that she would not actually be at open house, and I confirmed that when I called the school's director.  Daddy drove back into town from out of state, I had a meeting at the same time as the open house, so we decided to skip.  The kids and I toured the facility last spring when we registered him, and we will not get lost when school starts on Tuesday. 

frustrations in potty training

Mommy is frustrated.  Buddy doesn't seem to care, except he says he wants to go to preschool, and he must be mostly potty trained before 8/15.  In my mind, that means he must tell me when he needs to go 75% of the time or more.... not wait til he leaks to head to the toilet.

If I tell him when to go, he stays dry, but if I wait for him to tell me, he has an accident.  At least it's pee,  I guess.  He seems to dislike poop in his pants enough to put THAT where it belongs.

If this doesn't come together quickly, my boy may just be staying home with me without a break a bit longer.

potty talk

Potty training is going.  I figured I would update on here instead of FB because some day I will forget how potty training really went. (Not to mention the fact that I am not sure I would want to see all the potty talk in my news feed, especially if I was not a parent of young children.)

B actually started showing some interest and awareness a year or so ago.  It's been up and down, I have not pushed the issue... with moving, etc., and the fact that he would go from wanting to use the toilet to not caring, I took the lazy route.  Encouraged and praised when he pursued it, otherwise stepped back.

He has been waking up dry most mornings for at least a month... unless I give him a cup of milk in the middle of the night when he wakes up.  He has been sitting on the potty a couple of times a day, and pooping in the toilet instead of his pants most of the time.  So last week, the decision was made.  Mom and Dad are tired of buying diapers.  Little Man knows pull ups/disposable training pants are fancy diapers and treats them as such, in spite of the admonition that Buzz, Lightning, Woody, or the Firefighters do not like to get peed on... it was time to transition to big boy pants.

Last Friday went well.  We even went out to eat and home and he stayed dry.  Saturday was a bit of a challenge... two big puddles in the playroom, plus drippings down the hall as he yelled, "Mommy, I need to go potty."  At least we have hardwood floors that clean up easily, right?  Yesterday he did fine as long as we took him every 30 minutes or so, we put a pull up over his underwear just in case when we went out and it was only slightly damp by the time we got home 2 hours later.  He had one small accident where he started but then stopped until he got to the potty.  We played hooky from church so that was a non-issue......

So here we are, Day 4 of potty boot camp, Buddy addition.  He's been in his big boy pants and kept them dry since about 9 am.  I'm still making him go every 30 minutes or so and not waiting for him to tell me.  It's just safer that way.  But he clearly understands the expectation, and I have not changed a stinky diaper in almost a week, so progress is good.

Now if I could just get him to aim his "firehose" down... he's quite forgetful about that.  He does aim better if I set him on the regular toilet seat facing the tank instead of on the padded insert facing forward.

Ah, the joys of parenting a little one.

potty training, take 2

I am calling today the first official day of potty training for Buddy.  I bought him some big boy underwear earlier this summer, and within 5 minutes he had peed in them.  Tried another pair, that one didn't last long, either.  So I decided that neither of us was ready, in spite of the fact that in November he asked to go potty at rest stops on our way to and from our house hunting trips.  I wasn't ready for potty training in the midst of packing to move then.  I am sure it's gross and lazy to some, but he has worn diapers his whole life, so why rush it?


But he has been waking up dry, sitting on the potty willingly with increased frequency for even longer than that, and he's going to preschool in less than a month and is supposed to be potty trained by then.  Yesterday he asked to wear his Thomas the Train underwear.  He has been keeping his pull ups dry longer the last week or so, so I told him that he can wear them if he is ready to be a big boy and keep them dry.  "Ok. I a big boy."

8:30 am.... after breakfast pull up was wet because I didn't set him on the potty when we awoke. Bad Mama.  Whatever... decided since we were waiting on the gutter guy (who never showed up) today was as good as any to try to be consistent.  So, every 30 minutes to an hour after that point, he sat on the potty.  He even told me he needed to go once, and his pants were still dry.  The only times we changed his underwear were 1) when he decided he wanted to wear James instead of Thomas 2) when I put him in his swim diaper for the pool, just in case and 3) when we got back from the pool.  Oh and 4, I put him in another pull up for night time because I am lazy and mornings are rough.  I think I might follow a friend's advice and buy a toy he really wants, and tell him if he can keep doing such a good job he can have it before his birthday.

As previously mentioned in social media, I hereby declare day 1 of potty training a huge success.  Way to go little Buddy!!!

summer fun

We are really enjoying our new home and neighborhood this summer. When we lived near Nashville, we paid HOA fees and got nothing but rules.  No amenities of any kind, they couldn't even help get street lights turned on on our street after the developer went bankrupt.  I digress, this is about my kids.

Last Fall and Winter, we looked at around 50 houses in the quest for our new home.  The one we bought is huge, if I have not mentioned that fact already.  Not a mansion, I suppose, but huge.  I would not want any larger unless I could afford housekeeping help.  It has everything we had on our wish list, and then some.  I really cannot believe how blessed we are.  Even with the issues we've encountered, well... those could have happened anywhere.  There's room for guests, so come visit. (Please call first.) :)

One of the aspects we're enjoying the most is our neighborhood pool.  Hannah is meeting some of the other kids who she may pass in the hallways at school, I am meeting other Moms, and it's just plain fun until it's time to pack up and leave and the kids protest.

I intended on putting the kids in swimming lessons, but did not do it.  So Hannah has been swimming with arm floaties all summer.  Brandon typically swims with floaties on his arms and a tube raft around his waist.  He has no fear.  The first time there without Daddy, B jumped right in before I got the floaties on.  (We put them on at home or in the parking lot now.) Hannah, for the most part, has been unreceptive to me wanting to teach her to swim.  (No surprise there, she doesn't usually want me to teach her to read or write, either.)

About a week or so ago, she watched a video of her cousin swimming.  A couple of days ago, she met a 2nd grade girl at the pool, who was swimming without flotation help.  Tonight, she declared that she would swim without floaties.

And she did.  She pulled her goggles over her eyes, held her nose, closed her mouth, and completely immersed herself under the water.  She swam to me or to the wall or steps several times, 6-10 feet.

it's hot, mom!

I am so proud of her.  When we returned home, she said she wants a swimming lesson on how to swim with her head out of the water tomorrow.

The pics are from a previous day, I did not have my camera with me tonight.

pre-SCHOOL checkups

I took the kiddos in for their check-ups today.  We skipped H's 5 year check-up, with all the house hunting and pre moving stuff, it just was not a priority.  B had his 2 year check, but he was fighting the crud so we skipped his shots.


I love that as Bear grows up, the Doctors start talking to her more.  They learn about her eating habits and interests directly, and if I have something to add, or they have a question, they ask me.

Buddy was like a tornado trapped in the room.  Oh. My. Word.  Fortunately, our new doctor has 3 boys and seemed unphased by my little hyperactive twister spinning uncontrollably around the exam room.

So, here are the long awaited stats:

Bear @ 5 yrs 8 months: 44 inches tall, 46.5 lbs.
Buddy @ 2 year 10 months: 36.26 inches tall, 32 lbs.

My babies are growing up.  Before you get any ideas, though, we DO have a new addition to our family:

Meet Skip, our betta fish.  The kids love him.

Easter Pics

We were so glad to have Sara, Grant, and Ella come visit. Here are a handful of photos which they took.

things that only happen with little boys, episode 1

so after bath tonight, B was wrapped in a towel and I ran to get a diaper from his room... got back to the bonus room, finished drying him, thought I noticed his parts were a little wet... floor felt fine... dried him again and diapered him....  maybe 2 minutes  later, I noticed his diaper was already full and asked him why he couldn't pee in the potty instead of his pants. "brandon pee in tea set," he said matter of factly.  Sure enough, the INSIDE of the zipper pouch for H's plastic set was wet.... apparently he had peed in it some between the time his towel fell off and the diaper was on, and J was too busy folding clothes to pay attention while I was out of the room.  Pretty good aim for a 2 year old, although I am sure it was sheer luck.  The rug he had been squatting on was miraculously dry.

she is so ready

Kindergarten registration and open house were this afternoon.  We toured the school, including a classroom and submitted our registration packet (minus the health record form because I don't have an up to date one- that'll be taken care of before August).

Bear is ready to start now.  She misses her friends from Pre-K in Georgia.  She picked a flower (weed) on the way in, and almost immediately found a girl to introduce herself to and give it to, telling the child her full name (first, middle last).  It was precious.

The school is BIG.  It's a Primary school, so it only has grades K-2, but it has 15 Kindergarten classes!  I had heard it was big, but did not realize HOW big until I learned that.  In spite of the size, I love 3 things about it already.  1) No big 5th grade bullies or giants accidentally running her down in the hall.  Now, I am sure there are a lot of helpful 5th graders, too, but yes, the limited age range sounds fine with me, especially with as many students as they have. 2) They DO rotate electives.  Music, Art, PE.... it seems that the arts are being cut from so many school systems, to hear that those things are in their curriculum is great.   3) Kindergarten is a shorter day.  They will get out at 1:00 pm.  That's how it was when I was a kid, and since Bear is not used to going every single day, plus it will have been several months since she went to school outside the home at all, well, that's fine with me.  Leaves more time if we ever settle on activities for her to take on outside of school.

I was reassured by the fact that 3 other kids we met were older 5's and one would already be 6 when they begin.  Unless I home schooled, it's not like I had the choice of when she would start due to her birthday, but  I also still didn't want her to be a lot older than a majority of the kids.  Of course, in a group that size, she is bound to have others her age, but I am a worrier, and that's just how it is. :)

I didn't take a picture of her at the school yet.  I figured I'll save that for the first day of school in August.

from the mouths of babes

Buddyisms:
Now that little man is talking, he is putting sentences together like crazy and showing his thought processes.  Just today, he gave me 3 classic 2-year old examples to share here/try to remember.

1) We met more neighbors on our street as we returned from our walk today.  The Dad asked Bear how old she was, and she answered, "5."  Before anyone could say anything else, Buddy exclaimed, "I'm 2!!!"

2) The kids and I were playing frisbee in the backyard.  Bear counted before throwing. "1, 2, 3..." she said. "4!" Buddy added.

3) Ever since I took big sis for a haircut a couple of weeks ago, Buddy has wanted one, too.  He points to Great Clips and says, "sissy got a haircut, Banden get one too."  So after dinner tonight, we decided to clip his hair.  He fought some, of course, saying "ouch, or TICKLES as Daddy used the clippers, depending on the length.  To get him to hold still so we could trim the nape of his neck, we held him down so he was looking at the floor while strapped into his booster seat.  A few minutes later, as the battle continued, Buddy said, "Sheep! Sheep!"  Apparently he remembered seeing the sheep getting sheared with clippers at the fieldtrip to the farm with Bear's PreK class last fall.

Bearism:
While Daddy tucked her in tonight, Bear asked if Jesus is an adult.  "I guess so, sort of," Daddy replied. "Why?"
"Well, sometimes when I don't eat enough food at dinner, I pray and ask him for more food at night but he doesn't give it to me," she replied.

20 Questions- Bear Edition (Age 5 years 5 months)

I copied this idea from my sister's blog.  Well, we started and poor Bear nearly had an anxiety attack.  She didn't think she knew the answers, she wanted to get all of them right, and she started crying.  Poor thing.  I tried to explain to her that she only had to answer them the best she could, she would not get into trouble if she was wrong.  So she answered a few and then decided to go watch whatever is on PBS Kids right now.


1. What's something I always say to you? No.

2. What makes me happy? hugs

3. What makes me sad? sticking my tongue out

4. How do I make you laugh? tickling me

5. What do you think I was like as a child? being mad (How did she know that?)

6. How old am I? I can't remember.  (crying) 17?

7. How tall am I? a hundred

8. What is my favorite thing to do? play games

9. What do I do when you are not around? scream

10. What am I really good at? tag

11. What am I not really good at? dancing?

12. What is my job? to take care of us

13. What is my favorite food? uhhh... broccoli?

14. What makes you proud of me? um, when you help me?  That makes me proud sometimes.

15. What do you and I play together? tag, peek-a-boo, princess monopoly

16. How are we the same? mom, i can't tell (ran off to watch tv)

17. How are we different? Our skin. You have darker skin and I have lighter skin.

18. If I were a cartoon character who would I be? Mickey Mouse.  Or Minnie mouse, because she's a girl and you're a girl.

19. How do you know I love you?  Hugs and kisses

20. Where is my favorite place? um, beach?

That's my girl. "20 questions" to be continued when she is up to it, maybe.
4/4/2011- We finished up today while she ate her cereal for lunch.

Cousins came quickly!

 J's cousin and her family came to visit for a quick overnight stay on their way from WI to SC.  We are so glad they were able to come.  The boys played really well together last night... well, B and S did.  They built towers with some blocks.  The little guy is not quite big enough to play with the big kids yet.  Here are some photos from their visit:

Settling in, ready for Spring

 

standing on the bench... only allowed with mommy right there... even that scares me (it's a long way down)

 "helping" daddy examine where the screen will go

 someone is looking at the steps....

 Our neighbor built the gate here to keep someone from sneaking up.  We should use it, huh?

new, soft area rug over the hardwood... so much cozier

A month ago, we were frantically packing up boxes, Hannah was helping Grandma pack the kitchen, and Buddy was climbing over barriers that were supposed to keep him out of our way so we could pack without having things unpacked by mr. curious.   The "big, big house" is starting to feel like home. Our home.

Bear can't quite pedal up the sloped driveway to the street, but that's not a bad thing.  While Buddy "napped" (after flooding the bathroom floor yesterday afternoon while I cleaned the kitchen), I helped her up the hill, and then she pedaled to the end of the cul de sac and back.  She is my cautious one.  We live on the quiet end of the street, about 4 houses from the end.  It's not very busy.  But thankfully she IS cautious and aware of cars, I'd rather have it that way.

Living in the apartment, with a flight of steps separating us from outside, dragging the outdoor toys out was a pain.  I am lazy, and so my girl has almost outgrown her bike.  She also still needs training wheels, but that's ok.  The trike/stroller combo?  Well, Brandon tipped it on its side yesterday ,trying to take it up the driveway and cracked the joint where the handle meets the parental steering column.  It is now even more of a pain to control.  I need to get B a regular plastic trike that he can learn to ride himself.  At least he likes to wear his helmet.

Spring is here in Tennessee, and that means J doesn't mind helping cook (grilling).  My job is to marinate the meats (or in the case above, make the burger patties, well seasoned) and make any sides. (Sometimes that means opening a bag of chips).  I can handle that.  The starter on our old fancy gas grill went out after 3 years or so, this time we bought a less expensive basic Weber charcoal grill.  The flavor is so much better.

We are so thankful for our new home.  J's commute is 30 minutes on the  very worst traffic day, which is half of what it was in Georgia.  He has been home more, and we know there was a reason we could not bring ourselves to buy a home there.  God had other plans.