Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Stinker


I know I have shared this with many of my family and friends, but it is time to make it public. My smallest stinker REALLY IS a little stinker.

There is something wrong with child #3. In the past two weeks, she has pooped in the tub 4 times. And that is exactly the number of times I've bathed her in the last two weeks (I'm going to win the mother of the year award, I know).

Not only does this stinky kid like to poop in the tub, she has a problem with the toilet. You see, she really likes to eat things or suck on things that have been dipped in toilet water. I've caught her dipping her binkie in the toilet several times as well as an apple that her sister had "shared" with her. She also enjoys peed on toilet paper, in case you were wondering. And it's not just at our house. The other day she decided to use a cup to drink straight from the potty while I was teaching piano lessons at my students' house.

I'm at my wits end. I try and keep the door shut at our house, but it just won't stay shut. Why can't everyone in the house just stop using the bathroom? I've thought about using a toilet lock, but if we can't even shut the door, do you think the toilet is going to stay locked?

The only good thing about the whole potty-mouth debacle is the future blackmail for when she's a teenager. Just wait until she has a date come to pick her up. (Insert evil snicker.)

Suggestions would be appropriate and appreciated. . . .

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Surprise!


















































We are still alive!


Unfortunately, due to some computer issues (and a lot of laziness) we have not blogged in, um, 6 months. So what has happened in the last 6 months?


Can I sum it up in a hundred words or less?

Last summer was hot.

Allie had swimming lessons.

We went to Utah.

Allison started school.

Allison loves school.

Allison played soccer.

Lindsay started "mommy school".

Allison and Lindsay started dance.

Lindsay has learned to communicate without having a tantrum. (mostly)

Lindsay decided to become an artist when she grows up.

Sarah learned to walk.

Sarah learned to run.

Sarah learned how to climb.

Sarah learned how to climb on the kitchen table.

Sarah learned how to climb on the back of the couch and jump off.

It's a miracle Sarah is alive--though she does have several cuts and bruises.

Halloween was fun.

Thanksgiving was fun even though everyone threw up sometime over the holiday weekend.

Our trip to St. Louis and St. Paul/Minneapolis was fun.

Christmas with Jamie's family was fun.

New Year's with Steve's brother and his family was fun.

Steve is alive and happy.
Jamie is alive and cranky.

All is normal.
Our computer issues have been resolved, so I'm hoping to start posting more frequently.