This morning Olivia grabbed the back of her diaper, said "Poopy," and ran to the bathroom. I put her on the potty and got out her favorite book. She sat there for about 3 minutes and the she actually went!! She was surprised and kept pointing to her bottom and saying "Poopy? Poopy?"
I think she gets it! Yay!!!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Footwear Fiasco!
7.03.09
Our daughter loves shoes! We didn't teach her this. Apparently she came programmed this way...along with Super powerful amplifiers and a strange love of Mardi Gras beads!
Well, on this particular day, she was wearing one shoe from her many pairs of shoes. She loves her shoes so much that she must carry them all around the house lest they feel lonely. As a result, we couldn't find the other one! Let's just say that that was not what she wanted to hear:
Our daughter loves shoes! We didn't teach her this. Apparently she came programmed this way...along with Super powerful amplifiers and a strange love of Mardi Gras beads!
Well, on this particular day, she was wearing one shoe from her many pairs of shoes. She loves her shoes so much that she must carry them all around the house lest they feel lonely. As a result, we couldn't find the other one! Let's just say that that was not what she wanted to hear:
Snakes and Sleep
5-18-09
What a creepy title, huh?!
As you may have already figured out, I love pictures of my babies sleeping. So, one night I thought I'd shake it up a bit and take pictures of them as they headed off to Dreamland. I figured I would have pictures of them drowsily curled up in their little beds, chubby hands holding on to their stuffed animals. Yeahhhh...about that:
What a creepy title, huh?!
As you may have already figured out, I love pictures of my babies sleeping. So, one night I thought I'd shake it up a bit and take pictures of them as they headed off to Dreamland. I figured I would have pictures of them drowsily curled up in their little beds, chubby hands holding on to their stuffed animals. Yeahhhh...about that:
Mommy, Mr. Blue Snake is going to bite you!! Don't worry though, his poison isn't poisonous! (imagine that!)
BAM! BAM! (yes, he really is sleeping!)
(Side note: Turns out that Benjamin had a change of heart about Mr. Blue Snake and his poison producing abilities. We had to part with Mr. Blue Snake because while we were in PA Benjamin prayed every night about God keeping our house safe so that Mr. Blue Snake didn't come to life, spit poison on everything, and destroy our house! Wow. Yeah. Anxiety.)
I'm glad I live in America...
...because I have choices.
...because I can teach my children about Jesus or not.
...because I can vote for our leader or not. If I don't like the outcome, I get another shot every 4 years.
...because my children and I can have opinions even if they differ from those of others.
...because I can choose to teach my children to respect differences even if he disagrees. You can be loving to someone you disagree with.
...because I can choose to teach my children not to hate.
...because I can teach my children that words hurt others--even if they are well-intentioned.
...because I can freely believe that God is bigger than America. He's bigger than donkey vs. elephant. In the end, He's bigger than my choices and opinions. He's bigger than hate. He's bigger than fear. He's just bigger. He's love.
...because I can teach my children about Jesus or not.
...because I can vote for our leader or not. If I don't like the outcome, I get another shot every 4 years.
...because my children and I can have opinions even if they differ from those of others.
...because I can choose to teach my children to respect differences even if he disagrees. You can be loving to someone you disagree with.
...because I can choose to teach my children not to hate.
...because I can teach my children that words hurt others--even if they are well-intentioned.
...because I can freely believe that God is bigger than America. He's bigger than donkey vs. elephant. In the end, He's bigger than my choices and opinions. He's bigger than hate. He's bigger than fear. He's just bigger. He's love.
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