it’s officially over

That’s it! We’re done! I’m declaring it finished!

William is potty-trained!

He hasn’t had an accident in over two weeks and we are out of the candy we were using as bribes. So it’s done.

Now, this may not seem like much to most people. But FOR REAL. He was 39 months old. Seriously, nothing phased this kid. We tried rewards, wet underwear, little training potty, pull-ups, bribes (and good stuff, too!) but he didn’t care.

He is fiercely independent ( I WONDER where he could have gotten that quality…) and just decided one day that he was going to do it. Now he is a champ about the whole thing and acts like it is no big deal. He just sits on the regular toilet and holds on. He has only fallen in once. ha! One day he told me he wanted to go standing up. I told him no. no way. no how. I am NOT ready to start cleaning that up yet. Mike can teach him that soon enough. (And then Mike can start cleaning it up.)

Still wears a pull-up at night, but I’ve heard that can continue for awhile.

And while we are on the subject… Little boy underwear cracks me up! It is supposed to be a manly thing, I guess. But when it is so tiny and covered in cartoon characters it is just too cute!

chillin’ Bumpo-style

Oh! Hey, mom! Me? Oh, you know… just chillin’ in my PURPLE (not pink) Bumpo chair 


Not now, mom. Can’t talk. I’m busy…

… watching the OLYMPICS!!!! Go Bode! U-S-A! U-S-A!

(I knew you’d be proud.)

peanuts

Dear can of honey roasted peanuts in my pantry,

I love you. I love you a lot. You are not good for me. And yet, I can’t stop.

I remember purchasing you over a week ago for a party and then putting the leftovers back in the can and returning you to the pantry. How could I go an entire week with out you? I realized today that your label was turned towards the back and I actually forgot about you for several days.

But today? Today you were found. Like a child who has found a lost puppy (or maybe just a lost sock), I greeted you and immediately wanted to become reacquainted. But alas, within 10 minutes, I had eaten half of what remained in the can without even realizing it. I had to put you away.

But just now, I opened your can again and proceeded to tell myself, “Just a couple more. I can stop any time.” But I didn’t. again.

What is it about you that makes you so irresistible? I have had this problem my entire life. I am weak. I cannot be near you at parties. You are definitely not present in my house on a normal basis. I just can’t control myself. Is it the honey? Is it the roasted-ness? I may never know. Actually, I don’t need to know. I just need to stop.

And therefore, can of honey roasted peanuts, I am making a vow today that I will never again purchase your kind. I bid you adieu and may your sweet, honey roasted-ness haunt some other poor soul looking for a snack.

Your friend no more,
Martha

#322

continuing with the list

he bought me this:

he tried to find me this:

but they were $90 (that is a RIDICULOUS price for a hat!) and all sold out – but he tried, he really tried!!

love you!

stats

4 month check-up for R on Friday:

over the whole RSV thing – all looks great!

weight – 15lbs 8 oz.!!!! believe it or not, this only puts him in the 75th percentile

height – 25 inches, 50th percentile

head – forgot the #, but in the 75th percentile

drools constantly. always smiling and laughing. can put his fist completely in his mouth. sleeping ~10 hours at night. 2 naps a day

sweet, sweet boy – love you!

just an eency, weency bit…

… don’t get me wrong! I adore my boys and know I was definitely cut out to be a “boy mom”. pink and frills and sooooo not me. However, there are a certain few things that make me wish just a teeny, tiny, eency, weency bit that I had a little girl.

 

love them. wish they came in my size.

4 months

Frank Sinatra has NOTHIN’ on this kiddo. Ryan is the new face of “ol’ blue eyes”

 

 

 

 

the outtake: he had just finished eating (apparently, quite a large meal for such a little guy…)