underwear, too too, & sitting up

i don't remember the last time I blogged. and for someone that used to blog everyday sometimes twice a day, that's sort of a big deal.

but, i have this full time, 24/7 job, and my two little bosses require a lot of me. and when we aren't together, well i'm sleeping or showering. literally. That's about all the alone time I get. And when I have time to get on the computer it's to pay bills. And that's about it.

But enough is enough. I think I've sort of worn out all my followers on twitter and Instagram with my stories and pictures and tweets and sometimes graphic accounts of my days with Owen and Eli. And now that Owen is sort of kind of almost potty trained (sort of kind of not really), it's getting really graphic these days. But completely and totally funny. And when you spend your days talking with an almost 3 year old and 5 month old, you gotta get it off your chest.

Our days right now are centered around underwear, going too too, and Eli learning to sit up. He's the easy one in the house these days. Owen not so much.

Do you know what the hard part of potty training is? All of it. None of its nice or fun or easy. And quite frankly changing a diaper is easy.

At one point today I was feeding Eli while Owen was on the potty. Luckily he doesn't mind being alone in there. He comes out with underwear backwards after finishing his business. I'm still feeding Eli, so I tell him to sit on the floor and turn his underwear around. After the fact I realized he mentioned going too too. And so yes, there was a skid mark on my living room floor when he stood up. Never have I been so grateful for wood floors and Clorox green works.

So, when you imagine cleaning up accidents when your kid is potty training, remember to think twice before telling them to sit in the floor to fix their pants.


right or left?

Owen has been using the right side of his brain a lot lately!

(at least it wasn't on my built-in cabinets or wood floors!)


national ice cream day


it's national ice cream day. thank you, president Reagan!

now, go to your favorite grocery store, stock up on Blue Bell, and celebrate!

p. s. if you don't get Blue Bell, it's not real ice cream!

now scoot!


2 sleepy heads

Means mommy got her first bath in two days.

Don't judge me!


Elmo Makes Music

i seriously can't wait.

i've been racking my brain the past few week trying to figure out what the Easter bunny is going to get Owen for his basket. his eggs are filled with candy and a few dollars to buy cars, but i still couldn't figure out what to get him.

both grandma's are getting him clothes and other things so i wanted his little gift to be special. he is really understanding this holidays and celerations now, so i needed it to be awesome.

we decided on Elmo Makes Music Live. i seriously can't wait. he is going to be so excited. i have an episode of Sesame Street downloaded on my phone and mac where Elmo and his friends make music and talk about the different instruments. HE LOVES THAT EPISODE. and naturally he knows all the instruments.

i don't know if i'll be this excited when he starts driving or voting, but Elmo Live is one for the record books if you ask me!!!


today's schedule

so far today we've managed to be pretty busy:

Owen woke up late.
trip to doctor's office.
took daddy lunch, Owen didn't eat.
tried I get him to eat at home - a no go.
down for a nap - a no go.
cleaned poop off his hands - he's hungry.
attempt number 3 at lunch, successful.
no nap - now quiet time.
just as monmy's getting ├╝ber tired from no sleep last night.

is it bedtime yet?!?!


nursery rhymes

courtesy mr. etter

this song is sung to the tune of, "I Wish I Was A Little Bitty Fish." i don't know who enjoyed it more, Owen or Mitchell!

oh, i wish i was a tim tebow.

oh, i wish i was a tim tebow.

i'd keep my team from last...

without completing a pass...

don't worry tebow, you'll always have a fan in Owen.

oh, i wish i was a tim tebow.


fingers crossed

Owen has only taken his paci at nap and night time since he was about 6 months old. maybe younger. but, yes - he still sleeps with it. and now, after a week of the flu and me allowing him to have it whenever he wants, he now wants it all the time. ugh!

i wasn't really wanting to take away his paci until after we moved him to his big boy bed. he sleeps so well, i am just so afraid of messing up his sleep pattern. sue me. but i was getting a little tired of him asking for it ALL the time.

so today, i cut the end of the paci off before putting him to bed 45 minutes ago. the look on his face was priceless after i left his room. i was dying laughing after i left his room. it should not have been that funny. but it was!

45 minutes later he's still not asleep... but he's not crying and not asking for a paci. Score mommy!

let's see if i am brave enough to do this at bed time! oh, give me strength.


boo boo, mama?

this morning Owen informed me i needed to call the doctor.

O: mama, call docta Wob (Dr. Rob)

Me: why baby, what wrong?

O: i have a boo boo.

Me: let me see.

O: theya, mama. wook, mah boo boo (pointing to a mole on his leg). call docta Wob.

we saw doctor Wob at church this morning and informed him of Owens self diagnosis. we told Owen we saw docta Wob.

O: docta Wob my boo boo?

Me: yes we told dr. Rob you had a boo boo.

this afternoon i was poking around my tummy trying to get Eli to move. he's been in the same position all day, stretching out.

Owen then informed me i needed to call docta Wob.

oh, dear.