ogues one such event in my life as a parent. First, let me start by bragging (I'll never learn): they say that boys are the hardest to potty train. The new "theys" (whoever they are), also say to just let a kid take the lead and look for signs as to when he/she is ready to start going on the potty. Age three is normal, they say. Well, I didn't buy into that philosophy. I can still remember vividly (which is saying a lot for this memory-compromised woman!) being at Bonefish Grill for my birthday and Braden pooping during dinner. I looked over at my precious Grandma Betty and said, "I know what you're thinking...you're thinking he's old enough to potty train." I was right. So, I began the journey (with no, mind you, child leading). After just two weeks (if that) and a few accidents, we were good to go. Kole was 21 months (yes, a boy at 21 months) and, I think, had two accidents total during the process. SOooo, I got arrogant. And when that age rolled around with Owen, I thought, "I've got this down!" Well.................over six months later, and he's still not telling me when he has to go. This picture was in the beginnning stages of the process (it looks like I'm saying, "PLEASE go, Owen! Please!") At this point, I think I need to just cut my losses, and forget about it for a couple of months. It's just so hard to go back when I've been at it for so long!!! I've resorted to THICK training pants and continuing to stick him on the potty before or after most meals. WHAT A JOKE!!!! I wish I could say never again will I be prideful, but I have a feeling there's much more to come. Help, Lord Jesus!!!!!
Friday, August 31
Cockiness in Parenting
My aunt Heidi and I always talk about how when you get cocky about something as a parent (and especially when you say you'll never do something!) you inevitably get nailed. This picture catal
ogues one such event in my life as a parent. First, let me start by bragging (I'll never learn): they say that boys are the hardest to potty train. The new "theys" (whoever they are), also say to just let a kid take the lead and look for signs as to when he/she is ready to start going on the potty. Age three is normal, they say. Well, I didn't buy into that philosophy. I can still remember vividly (which is saying a lot for this memory-compromised woman!) being at Bonefish Grill for my birthday and Braden pooping during dinner. I looked over at my precious Grandma Betty and said, "I know what you're thinking...you're thinking he's old enough to potty train." I was right. So, I began the journey (with no, mind you, child leading). After just two weeks (if that) and a few accidents, we were good to go. Kole was 21 months (yes, a boy at 21 months) and, I think, had two accidents total during the process. SOooo, I got arrogant. And when that age rolled around with Owen, I thought, "I've got this down!" Well.................over six months later, and he's still not telling me when he has to go. This picture was in the beginnning stages of the process (it looks like I'm saying, "PLEASE go, Owen! Please!") At this point, I think I need to just cut my losses, and forget about it for a couple of months. It's just so hard to go back when I've been at it for so long!!! I've resorted to THICK training pants and continuing to stick him on the potty before or after most meals. WHAT A JOKE!!!! I wish I could say never again will I be prideful, but I have a feeling there's much more to come. Help, Lord Jesus!!!!!
ogues one such event in my life as a parent. First, let me start by bragging (I'll never learn): they say that boys are the hardest to potty train. The new "theys" (whoever they are), also say to just let a kid take the lead and look for signs as to when he/she is ready to start going on the potty. Age three is normal, they say. Well, I didn't buy into that philosophy. I can still remember vividly (which is saying a lot for this memory-compromised woman!) being at Bonefish Grill for my birthday and Braden pooping during dinner. I looked over at my precious Grandma Betty and said, "I know what you're thinking...you're thinking he's old enough to potty train." I was right. So, I began the journey (with no, mind you, child leading). After just two weeks (if that) and a few accidents, we were good to go. Kole was 21 months (yes, a boy at 21 months) and, I think, had two accidents total during the process. SOooo, I got arrogant. And when that age rolled around with Owen, I thought, "I've got this down!" Well.................over six months later, and he's still not telling me when he has to go. This picture was in the beginnning stages of the process (it looks like I'm saying, "PLEASE go, Owen! Please!") At this point, I think I need to just cut my losses, and forget about it for a couple of months. It's just so hard to go back when I've been at it for so long!!! I've resorted to THICK training pants and continuing to stick him on the potty before or after most meals. WHAT A JOKE!!!! I wish I could say never again will I be prideful, but I have a feeling there's much more to come. Help, Lord Jesus!!!!!
Thursday, August 30
The time has come!
So, I had this terrific picture of Kole sitting on the potty reading a book (once again trying to be like Dad, I'm sure :)) and just felt that somehow I was violating his 4 year-old privacy by posting it. I'm such a good mom...or perhaps a bad mom for considering it in the first place.
So, I thought I would post some more recent pictures of the fam since it had been so long. They're getting so big, aren't they? I can't believe that Braden steps on the school bus now at 7:45 a.m. and doesn't return to me until just before 3:00. Life has definitely changed in the last month. Actually, there is another even more intense way life is beginning to change for us, and the reason that motivated me to write this fine Thursday afternoon:
Karl and I have officially decided to adopt.
For those of you that this might come as some sort of surprise, my sis used an analogy I found helpful. She thought of a volcano. You know how things are bubbling under the surface for a long time and then when the time comes, everything just bursts forth? Well, that's us. For many months in a more serious way, and much longer as a potential heart's desire, we have thought about adoption. We just kind of figured we'd try to have another biological child first. It's a really long story that I don't want to get into here (I do have some work to do while the kids are sleeping, after all!), but we believe this was God's plan from the beginning. So, we're ready to make this adoption word more personal. Here's what I can tell you so far:
1. We think we have the type and agency selected, but we're waiting until after this weekend to send paperwork/money in since we're getting together with Mom and Dad to pray and discuss.
2. We know that we will be adopting from Africa.
3. According to the countries and agencies we've narrowed it down to, the process should take between 1-1 1/2 years.
4. We couldn't be more excited!
There's so much I could say, but I'm going to wait a little until things are even more "set." Mainly, that means until we've been accepted by an agency and begun the process even more officially. I/we (who knows, maybe even Karl will check in here from time to time?!?) plan on using my blog as a way to keep family, friends, and fellow adoption journeyers connected. Until there's more to report....
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