Thursday, October 23, 2008

Potty Training for Dummies

This has been a great week. Jack - and toddlers in general - always amazes me. As a first-time mom, I had no idea what to do with regard to potty training. Many encouraged me to just wait till he was ready. Others said that the later I waited, the harder it was going to be. I noticed that Jack just did not care when he peed in his diaper. He didn't have any desire to sit on the potty. I assumed that he'd be 5 before he even made an attempt.

But I read a weekly parenting column in the paper, and the woman who wrote in said that one day she told her 2 yr old (who had no interest like Jack) that the diapers were all gone. She stuck him in undies. When he made a mess, she'd calmly change him and say "you feel wet, don't you?" but didn't make a big deal about it. In 3 days, he was accident-free. I decided, heck, let's just try it.

Last week, when I bought the underwear, he cried. All of Walmart heard him say "No, I want diapers! Pee pee in diapers!" I thought for sure this wouldn't work. Today is Day 4. He went from (day 1) never stepping foot inside the bathroom to (today) peeing and pooping in the potty. And having the ability to hold it in. It was a little embarrassing having him run around the car dealership today holding himself. He wanted so badly to not wet his pants, but he's not too fond of public bathrooms. Who can blame him? :)

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Thank you

I just wanted to say thank you to all who sent cards, emailed me, and called on Friday. Your remembrance of Bernadette on her special day meant the world to us.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

An oopsie

So, several months ago I posted a recipe for Cincinnati Chili, a favorite meal of ours.  You'll notice the word chili, which usually means it contains chili powder.  Yeah, well, I failed to type out that the recipe calls for 1 tablespoon of chili powder.  Oops.  So, if it tasted a little...blah, boring...it's not because we have horrible taste in food, but because I apparently stink at proofreading.

John Mark said I can blame it on pregnancy brain, but I don't even think I was pregnant at the time, so there goes that excuse.  Hmm...

On another note, I can't believe it's October.  A year ago last weekend, we made our trip to Baltimore.  Two weeks later, our daughter passed away.  The picture of Jack on my main blog page is from our annual visit to the pumpkin patch that we made a week before we headed north.  (Yes, I know, I absolutely stink at updating photos.)  We are heading there again this weekend, and I wonder how I'm going to handle it.  I don't even know how to describe what it's like to be living in the season in which she died.  It's just...strange.  It seems impossible that a year has passed.  Almost as if I'm in the movie Groundhog's Day, and I am pregnant with Bernadette all over again.  I brought out some fall decorations from the garage and discovered the little candy bowl - in the shape of fall leaves - that was left at our house when we arrived home after her death.  It held caramels left by our neighbors.  I didn't cry when I picked it up...I just felt that ache that I sometimes feel when I find myself reliving those weeks last October.  I see a pot of mums on someone's porch, and I am brought back to that day we arrived and saw mums on our own porch left by yet another neighbor (yeah, we live on a great street with amazing neighbors).  

Fall is my favorite season here in the south.  But I had anticipated a sort of dread with its (slow) arrival because of all the bad memories associated with it.  But there's a nostalgia, in a way.  The week following Bernadette's passing, we came home.  This is where I healed, grew up, and learned how to live again.  I have to admit though, that I look forward to getting through her 1 year anniversary, something that has been looming on the horizon for what seems like forever.

Friday, October 3, 2008

First drawing!

Jack drew his first drawing!  Yup, you guessed it - Thomas the Tank Engine, 3 wheels and all.  I was just floored when I walked into the living room and saw a train drawn on the paper.  I rushed over and grabbed the half dozen sheets he had drawn them on and hid them in my "Jack file" for fear of him tearing them up and sprinkling them all over the cat.  OK, I admit, I also stuck one on the fridge to show it off.

I'm not quite sure why this milestone is so exciting to me.  I shouldn't be surprised that he knows how to draw them since he has begged me to draw about 5000 of them in the past 8 months.  Everytime I have a pen in my hand, he screams "draw Thomas!  Draw Diesel!  Draw Toby!"  I'm sure the check out lady at Publix thinks my artistic shopping list is just darling.  :)