orange

Orange is her new favorite.

yellow bed

This is how she sleeps.  Pillow facing up, always.  Hands tucked under her cheeks.  Like an angel baby.  I love sneaking into her room and catching her in dreamland.  Such a big girl in her yellow bed.  She left her crib over a month ago and amazed us by actually staying in her big girl bed when we put her down (unlike her older sisters who were notorious for coming out dozens of times a night).  She would still call for me to come get her in the morning and after naps.  Until this week. When we heard the familiar squeaking door and little pitter-patter of feet.  She knows how to get out, and she knows she can get out.  Yet another sign our baby is not a baby anymore.

Ellie's First Field Trip

Ellie is officially into the swing of things with school.  Not that she doesn't still cling to me each morning at drop off, or beg me to let her skip her homework, but she is getting used to life as a kindergartener.  Last week she took her first ever field trip to the fire station.  I have no idea what her expectations were for how the day would unfold, but somehow by the end of the trip, she had ditched her loving chaperones (mom and dad) and gabbed the whole way home with her girlfriend.  She is part 7th grader I'm afraid.  Her favorite part was when they were getting the tour and the station got an emergency call.  Off went the fire truck with lights and sirens.  She was thrilled.  Pretty exciting tip for a girl who had decided years ago she would be a "fire girl" herself. 

crib

 Almost 8 years ago he set it up for the first time...

and now he's taking it down for the last

No more crib...

no more babies...

but many, many sweet memories.

this week...

We just barely made it through our yearly heat wave.  High eighties for over a week.  Can you believe it?  Spoiled I know.  We ended up staying at church for over 9 hours trying to avoid our heat box of a house. Spiritual and physical refreshment for the week. 

The girls have been begging for a dog lately.  Watching "Where the Red Fern Grows" really got them going.  Brooklyn went so far as to say, "I probably wouldn't need nay toys at all if I had a dog."  That girl.  Lucky for me, Leighton is perfectly content with her mess-free Snoopy dog.   Although it did have to be walked around the block this morning.

 Ellie had big news this week when she discovered her first loose tooth.  Girl's gowing up for sure! 

Somehow Leighton has completely filled her crib.  Could she be a cuter napper?  Seriously look at those hands under her cheek.  I'm loving her (and my) nap times these days!

 Ellie is adjusting to life in kindergarten more each day. Thanks to the help of a sweet friend, lunch recess has become a lot more bearable. 

I can't get enough of this little lady.  Potty training and all, she is such a joy to spend time with. 

Life with Leighton

My days are so different with the older girls gone at school.

So mellow.

Slow.

Quiet.

I've never had this time alone with Leighton before.

And I love it.

And she loves it too.  

She's only asked once in almost 2 weeks where they are. 

She's always been a mommy hog.

And I'll hog up every minute I can get with her as well.

Come ride the potty train...

aside from the absurd mouse tail, could these pull-ups be cuter?

I finally bit the bullet and started potty training Leighton last week.  And despite the fact that it had been years since my last potty training experience, the "I think I'm going to completely loose my mind here" moments were still very clear in my memory (think 12 pairs of wet panties by 10:00am).  Which is why it has taken me so long to start with Leighton.  And of course it was perfect timing to start on the hottest week of the year, as well as Ellie's first week of kindergarten (which has required me to make 4-5 trips to school each day).  Add a bit more chaos to the mix I guess.

I am no expert on potty training.  I haven't written any potty books or produced any potty videos, but I have discovered several truths that have helped me make it though this final round of it.  So for all my friends with soon to be trained toddlers of their own, I hope this helps.

Truth #1 You have to do what works for your child and for you. 
Every mom has their fool proof method...pull ups, definitely no pull ups, panties, training pants, diapers, cloth diapers, and completely bunsie (our term for naked around here), pump the liquids, restrict the liquids, give candy rewards, use sticker charts, sit on the pot every 15 minutes, sit on the pot all day, never leave the house, bring your port-a-potty with you wherever you go...and on and on. Everyone will give you their two cents.  But the truth is, every child is different and you have to do what works for your child and for you.  

Truth #2 At first, you are not potty training your child.  You are potty training yourself.  
It takes a good while before they actually tell you they need to go.  For weeks its you telling them, "Its time to go".  Not "Do you have to go potty?" or "Do you want to go potty?"  Because 99% off the time they will answer these questions with a big fat NO!  But its not up to them yet, its up to you  (I'm realizing this idea goes way beyond potty training and is a major parenting theme here...)

Truth #3 You have to be consistent.
The biggest part of this "self potty training" for me is consistency (like taking her to the potty every 30 minutes) which means I can't get distracted and let too much time go by, or run long errands without taking her to the bathroom.  It has to be on the forefront of my mind all day (thank God for naps when I can escape potty on the brain!).  And I can't let the fact that she doesn't feel like going and may make a fuss keep me from being consistent.   Sometimes its going to be a battle.  I've had to strong arm a "stiff as a board" child into a sitting position on the potty many a time.

Truth #4 You can potty train with diapers.
For me,  the accidents have a tendency to put me over the edge (especially on carpet and furniture).  So I've been using diapers for the last week.  I know if I'm lazy with her and let her go potty in her diaper, it will just take me that much longer to train her.  And she doesn't seem to have a preference for diapers, pullups, or panties at this point.  She will pee in them all if I let her.  Since pullups are more expensive and I've got a truckload of leftover diapers, we are using those for now.  After several days of being dry all day (or when my diaper supply starts to run low), I'll just put her in a diaper when we are out or for sleeping, and brave the panties at home.

Truth #5 Liquids are scary but necessary.
Leighton is the queen of the sipee so she is drinking 6+ cups of water/juice/milk a day. This allows her to pee every time she sits on the potty.  We don't have long sessions of waiting on the potty because she constantly has a full bladder.  Giving your child tons of liquids may seem like its going to make more work for you (and it may at first), but I think they need to have lots of opportunities to go before they can understand what's going on.

 Truth # 6 Number two is a whole different game.
Please note I am just talking about peeing here.  Number two is a different ball game.  She still is pooping in her diaper (or the floor!) if I let her out of my sight. The only thing I can do is watch her like a hawk and as soon as I see her starting to grunt it out, run her to the potty.  Number two does have warning signals.  It's the least it can do.

Truth #7  Potty training really is easier when they are "ready"
So far this time around, we've had a lot of success.  Leighton is staying dry all day (after 1 week) and waking up from bed and naps dry too.  I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that she was physically and mentally ready for it (she is 2 1/2  years old).  I feel like I tried too early with Brooklyn (thus the 12 pairs of wet panties) and had to give it another go a few months later (with more success).  There is a physiological element to being able to hold your bladder as well as a behavioral maturity factor that make a big difference.  I'm sure this is proven in science somewhere.

And lastly, it's okay if you take the slow road at this.  Its okay to quit and plan to start at it again later.  Its okay if all your friends' kids are potty experts before yours.  Its okay if it takes 10,000 pullups to do the job.  Its okay if you set the potty chair in the middle of the living room in front of the TV.  Its okay if your child pees in the cart every time you go to Target.  Its okay.  You will get there, and so will they.

rough

Life is a bit rough for this little one right now.  She's not sure quite where she fits at school.  Recess namely.  We've had reports of tears at lunchtime 2 days in a row.  And tears for her mean tears for me too.  This morning her prayer request was for school to be only 5 minutes.  She doesn't know exactly what 5 minutes is, but she knows its short.  Tonight as I tucked her in she told be through choked back tears that she wished she could just stay in her classroom all day.  Part of me wants to be there the second she walks down the stairs and sit with her all though lunch, then play jump rope or tag til recess is over and walk her back to her perfect little kindergarten room.  She wouldn't shed a tear if I did that.  But the other part of me knows that difficulties in life produce strength.  Its a delicate balance here.  Comfort from being close or growth from letting go.  Growing sure hurts.

On the first day...

 Guess what?

 Ellie is a officially a kindergartener!

And Brooklyn is a big Second Grader!

After much begging and pleading they simply refuse to stop growing.  

(And apparently I refuse to stop changing out my patio cushions!)

 

Brooklyn and Ellie,

May you girls be greatly blessed this school year.  My prayer for you is that you will grow in understanding and knowledge, not only of the world around you, but more importantly of God's great love for you.  May you always do your best, be a good friend, and shine your light for Jesus. I love you and will miss you every second you are away. 

Mom

the lake

My husband grew up spending lots of time at his grandparent's house on Lake Nolin in Kentucky.   Now the second generation of grand kids gets to do the same.  We make the drive up from Nashville, watching fields of corn, tobacco and hay fly by,  listening to "are we there yet?"  dozens of times, and stopping at the DQ on the way if we're lucky.  We enter through the side door (the sticky front door has given my father-in-law fits and remains permanently locked now) and immediately start in on boxes of cheezits, homemade treats, and lake popsicles (only called that because they are always at the lake).  We make the trek down to the dock through the forest (trying to avoid chiggers and their nasty bites) and spend hours here fishing, swimming, snacking, and loving our time together.  We strap on life jackets and head out in the boat to the swimming cove to cool down and relax.  And let it be known, I actually got in the water more than ever this year.  Mommies do get wet apparently.

 on the dock

 

at the cove