I was totally that Mom today. Let me start at the beginning…
My poor son since starting potty training has refused to
poop in the potty. Down right refused. It wasn’t a big deal when we first
started because I knew it would happen. He was still wearing diapers at night
and would wait to go until then. Well a few days of this he refused to poop in
his diapers as well. I thought well he’s always been a regular kid, he’ll
eventually go. Four days later- nothing. Screaming and crying because his
bottom hurt. We finally got him to go but then he went another three days… I
have never talked about poop so much in my life as I have to my 3-year-old in
the past month. He has gotten to the point where he is horribly constipated and
it hurts so he just refuses. We have been to a doctor and have a game plan but
it’s going to take a few days to get everything out of his system.
Anyway, back to today… I had a doctor’s appointment so me
and the kids drive the hour down there and sit in the room for an hour because
they are running behind. This puts us right at lunch time and both kids are
antsy and complaining of being hungry. We finally finish up there and grab some
lunch before heading the hour back… this has us right at nap time. But now we
are at Walmart to do our big weekly shop. I’m exhausted and the kids are worn
out from the long morning turned afternoon.
As soon as we get in Walmart Jancsi starts fussing because
his bottom is hurting. I ask him if he’ll go potty. “No.” So we keep shopping.
He continues to moan and groan saying “my bottom is hurting” not to quietly.
Laughter starts yelling loudly and I tell her several times
we don’t do that in Walmart. She continues so she gets a small swat on the leg.
You would have thought I’d bit her. The screams and tears that came out of my
child were horrendous. She has just started this thing of throwing herself down
on the floor when something doesn’t go her way and she will lie there screaming
having a full blown out tantrum as long as you let her. We have never allowed
this so I am really at a loss as to where this is coming from. My sweet girl
starts throwing herself around in her seat in the shopping cart kicking and
screaming as she hits the apple juice.
Jancsi keeps crying and moaning “mommy my bottom hurts.” I
try reasoning with him over sister’s screams but he says he wont go potty.
Laughter gets another talking to but continues to scream ridiculously. I’m half
way through my list so I figure I’ll just plow through. They screamed and cried
the entire rest of the trip.
I have never experienced anything so embarrassing and
humbling. I found myself completely at a loss of how to parent in that moment
with the stares from the other shoppers. I wanted to tell all of them “this has
never happened before! My kids are good kids!” I knew they were all looking at
my big belly thinking why in the world is that crazy lady reproducing AGAIN! I
seriously wanted to grab my screaming children and never show my face again.
The check out line was long and then when it was finally my
turn, true to Walmart fashion, the lady had to restock the bags on the little
wheel thing…. She must have done them one at a time. I seriously could have
rung up everyone’s groceries in the time it took her to put the bags on. Then
if that wasn’t enough, their card reader wasn’t working and we had to go
through everything twice and put the numbers in by hand. Nightmare.
Laughter screamed and made a show until we were out of the
store and Jancsi’s bottom was miraculously healed as well. After all the
groceries were loaded in the car and kids in their seats, I crawled into the
driver’s seat and just sat there.
Here just this morning I was thinking I’ve got this whole
parenting thing down and can totally handle a third. Oh how the mighty have
fallen. I’m so thankful the Lord sees our shortcomings and doesn’t turn His
back on us. He is always there for me to cry out to for help, strength and grace.
Lord give me wisdom as I navigate these waters and parent
these Arrows you have blessed us with.
My littlest is growing up before my eyes these days and
before I know it she wont be my baby any longer. I seriously love this age of
exploring and discovery.
Laughter has totally taken to this whole independent thing
and refuses to stay with me these days when on her own feet. She takes off in
every opposite direction then the one I want her to go. She laughs and picks up
speed when she sees us chasing her. Most of my time at church is spent running
after her and bringing her back from the parking lot.
She has no fear and wants to ride horses and climb the
fences where the bulls are. She is all over the playground when we go and tares
down the biggest slides. I caught her yesterday climbing through a downstairs
window that was open without a screen.
She tickles us as she rambles on all day to us in her
babbled speech completely assured that we understand everything she is saying.
She has few words at this age: dog, horse, cow, moo, Dada, baby, yeah, uh-oh,
thank you, Amos (our dog), to name a few.
She totally understands more then I give her credit for and
I can’t sneak anything passed her. She’s a fantastic eater right now and really
isn’t all that picky. She’ll try everything at least once.
Jancsi is her rock star and idol as he goes about his
antics. She follows him around with pure awe written all over her face. I love
it. They fight and play and tease and several times a day I’ll walk in to find
them piled in a heap together giggling. She likes to snuggle with him when
they’re watching a movie. She lay herself across his legs and is perfectly
Hot kids. Where is Fall?
Laughter Grace is my itty bitty thing and still weighs in at
just over 20lbs. She is in 9-12 month clothes and size 4 diapers. She is such
an incredibly snuggler and likes nothing better then to climb up in our laps,
tuck her little self into your shoulder and suck her thumb.
We lay on the bed together this afternoon- just the two of
us. She kept pushing her head up against mine, as close as she could get. Thumb
in her mouth and the other little hand fingering mine. “You know girly, it’s
not going to be just us soon. There’s gonna be another little lady in this
house.” “Yeah.” “You’re going to be such a great big sister.” “Yeah.” I let
myself imagine us, years from now, curled up on the bed sharing life together
and girl talk. Lord let us always have open communication. Let her always know
how much I care and feel open to share what’s on her heart.
Tractor time with Daddy!
Bed time is super easy and after prayers we just lie her
down and I don’t hear a peep until morning. So thankful.
Laughter brings so much joy to our family and I cannot
imagine life without her little self. Happy 18 months big girl!
....This is Janci’s opening statement for most everything these days. He wants to know all about what we did when we were little, what we liked and what we played. We are his heroes and my heart about bursts every time.
Our back yard view.
We have so much to do with just moving in to the new house and starting a new ranching position. So much to unpack and figure out. So much new and so much transition.
And yet I am craving the small things. Sharing hot coco with my littlest man while we read a library book. Trying on all her shoes and admiring them with my baby girl. Yes there are things that need to get done, but my kids are the most important. I’ve been reminded this week that there will always be things to do but my children’s spiritual and physical well being is the most important and should be the top priority.
I might not have everything where I want it when the new little one arrives, but taking time to read that Bible story at the breakfast table and taking a walk to see the new calves is more important then making sure I have the dish towels in just the right spot.
Good morning beautiful.
This week we’ve taken time to go into town to play at the little park and enjoy a morning walk. We’ve gone to story time at the library and gotten our little bag of new books. I’ve made it a point to just sit there on the floor and listen to my son’s never ending stories and questions about life. I’ve practiced words with Laughter and enjoyed lots of snuggles. They are my pride and joy and I cannot imagine anything better but to spend my days with them.
Laughter is saying new words these days and ‘baby’ is her newest. =) She walked up the other day saying “Baby?” Scooping her up in my arms she patted my tummy smiling. “Yes! Baby sister is in Mommy’s tummy.” Her little eyes looked into mine, “Ohhhhhhhhhh.” Love her. Everything you ask her you either get a shake of the head for no or a drawn out ‘yyyyyeah!’ I am obsessed with this age.
Playing a matching game with this guy.
Jancsi is full of questions and tall tales that he seems to pull out of nowhere. He has one liners for every situation and loves to quote little sayings from movies. He is trying so hard to be a little man but still needs his Mama close which I love. He has really taken this move in stride but has at times said he doesn’t want to live here at this new house and asks why we moved. He is inquisitive and loving, stubborn and giving; sensitive and yet a leader with a strong heart. He always smiles when I tell him even when one day he is big like his Daddy, he will still always be my baby.
These days are precious with my Littles. Thank you Lord for helping me realize the painting and unpacking can wait.
It’s moving week! Sebron got home from his trip Monday night
so it’s crunch time! Thankfully I was able to finish painting the dinning area
in the kitchen while he was away- one less thing we’ll have to paint once we
move in. Sebron is working on the finishing touches in the master bedroom and
our landlords/new employers are finishing up the downstairs bathroom and master
closet. The entire house is a construction zone with ladders and paint cans
filling the living room and tools as thick as beach sand on the kitchen
counters. We are planning on doing the big haul of furniture on Saturday and it
will take Every. Single. Minute. till then just to clear everything out and
finish the projects that we have going.
The kids and I have been going over everyday, putting
faceplates back on outlets, taking up tape. Painting random doors and
baseboards and whatever needs doing. Never a dull moment. We are down to the
nitty gritty stuff and we spend hours doing teeny weenie projects that seem
like you’re getting nothing done. Sebron can tell you, I don’t mind painting,
but I like to get in and get it done. I hate the detail work…. The taping, the
touch ups… urg so done.
I didn’t think we had enough going on, so while Sebron was
gone I undertook potty training Jancsi….. Again. This is the 3rd or
4th attempt. We went two days with him holding everything until I
put a diaper on at bedtime. I knew he was being stubborn and I know where he
gets it from so he wasn’t prepared for the brick wall of stubborn that is his
Mama. Finally on day 3 he peed in the potty and realized it wasn’t as bad as he
was making it out to be. Since then we’ve been accident free and in big boy
underwear! I’m proud of him and I think he is too.
I’m so ready for this little one to get here. I still have
five weeks to go, but have just been feeling it this week. I think it’s all the
extra moving work etc. I’ve been having bouts of feeling sick to my stomach out
of the blue. Happens almost every day where I’ll be fine and all of a sudden I
feel light headed and like I’m going to throw up. It’s an awful feeling and
just part of the joy of pregnancy at this stage. =)
The kids are still getting over whatever this cold thing
was. Poor Laughter got it the worst and on top of it I discovered a big molar
popping through today. No wonder all the tears. They have been such great
sports though entertaining themselves while I work and pack. So thankful for
I’m ready to be done painting and excited to make the big
red house our home.
We are well into day three of five that Sebron is out of
town. He flew to NC on Wednesday for a friend’s wedding. I’m so happy he was
able to go. By the time he gets home Monday night he’ll have seeing some good
friends, his Dad, Mom and step-Dad, my parents and a couple of his college buddies.
We’ve been surviving here on the home front, although we all
feel a bit lost without Daddy. We’ve spent our mornings over at the new house
working on different painting projects and bringing small loads over.
Our currant house on the prairie is at that wonderful moving
stage of half empty and always a mess. I brought half the kids toys over to the
new place so they’ve been entertained while I paint. The carpet went in and the
upstairs looks so great!
Jancsi came down out of the blue with a bad cold the other
day and it hit Laughter like a ton of bricks last night. I put her to bed at
7pm as usual and she was fine. By 8pm she was congested and up crying. I was up
with her until 3am. She was so worked up and upset. I tried her sleeping with
me but she was only happy for a few minutes. She didn’t want to be rocked, and
just cried nonstop until she finally dozed off at 3…. What a helpless feeling
to lay there, listening to your baby crying and crying- and nothing you do
soothes her. I’m exhausted to say the least. Ha
I was planning a fun day to the zoo, but instead we put a
first coat of paint on the new kitchen, took good naps and are currently watching
Toy Story. Fall came to Texas for a few days and I’ve had the AC turned off and
windows open. It’s been glorious! I woke up this morning to 53 degrees! Both
kids requested jeans and long sleeves. Oh to have a comfy pair of jeans that
fit! Lol soon enough! Jancsi asked me why I was in shorts today… “Well because
I don’t have a pair of pants that fit well right now.” “Why?” “Because of my
big belly.” “How is it big?” “Because of Baby Sister in my tummy.” “When she
comes will your tummy be little again?” “That’s the plan!” That’s the plan…..