the bedtime bandit strikes again

I laugh when I see this because Will always seems to win in the end. Life for him seems like that. Make a big mess, clog the toilet, dump the lemon pepper Steve left out all over for the hundredth time, draw on the couch with pen (when does one grow out of that? shouldn't it be by now?), and say, "I sorry mom," with that cute face and all is well.

We have been having a blanket war since the temperatures have dropped. Mom gave me this blanket to take to the hospital when I had Charlie and it hasn't left my side. It is fabulous. The very best and softest in all the land. Will always reminds me of that when he is using it during the day, dragging it everywhere. He says it because it's soft he loves it so. No one else seems to be attached to this quite like Will and I.

You would think that any kind hearted mother would see the joy something like this brings to her kiddo and gladly hand it over to them with a big squeeze, but I just can't bring myself to! I've become quite accustomed to it accompanying me to bed, especially since I sleep alone more than half the night with Steve's schedule most nights. I have a feeling that Santa may need to be contacted and a request placed. Let's just hope Will is on the nice list this year.

Last week after I put him in bed I heard him walking around. I didn't give it a second thought as it ended as quick as it began. But when I went to bed I could not find my beloved blanket anywhere. And, as you would have guessed, I didn't sleep as dreamily as I usually do. When Will came in to wake me in the morning, with a huge grin on his face (clutching MY blanket), he said, "Mom, I stole your blanket." And he did it again....as I laughed out loud....he melted my heart and all was well in the world.

Tonight when I gave him a big huge squeeze and a kiss I kindly asked him if he would leave my beloved blanket on my bed tonight. And I left the light on in my room down the hall per his request. This is what I found when I finally went to check on him and he was not in his bed. This sneaky cute guy kept his promise and my blanket was, in fact, still on my bed.

potty training 201

I can't even begin to tell you how bad I wanted to cry that day. I was frustrated beyond belief and yet all I could do was laugh.

If you know Will, then you know that he is one strong willed guy....no pun intended. He has straight up told me, after peeing and pooping on the toilet, that it just takes too much time and he'd much prefer a diaper.

I was sure once he went poop on the toilet the fist time, it would all be down hill from there. After all that is all it took for Katy to get potty trained. But not this kid. He doesn't care if he's in a diaper, a pull up or underwear. He's pretty laid back about the whole thing.

That afternoon since we were outside and planning to be all afternoon, I put him in his underwear. He was doing a great job going pee and we even brought out his race car potty. But I of course looked up, after already asking him if he need to go, to find that he had a load in his pants. I proceeded to clean him up outside on the grass. In my haste (as cleaning up poopy diapers is my favorite thing), I got some on the grass, which I fully intended to clean up after I had the situation on my hands under control. It wasn't until I was done that I turned around horrified to find that my Chuck had taking a liking to what he had found in the grass and was happily rolling too and fro. When he got up from the grass, brown and stained, that's when I wanted to cry. Steve did what he does best and made light of the situation by laughing hysterically and telling me that MY dog was disgusting and that HIS dog (big dumb Chief) would never think to do something so distasteful.

The rest of the afternoon we treated poor Chuck as though he was caring a horrible disease such as the plague. It was such a crazy day of needing to get things done we left him outside. I kept yelling to the kids that they couldn't play in the backyard today (when I heard the door trying to open), and NOT to let Chuck in no matter how bad he was making them feel with his pathetic crying and wining to come in. It wasn't until after 11:00 that night that he was able to get a bath.

Poop happens. Or so they say, and sometimes the best thing to do is let your cute boy (who is totally exhausted from potty training and being out in the sun) take a 5:00 PM nap on the couch so you can take a picture of him (his cute farmer tanned chicken legs and all) and remember this day. He won't be little like this forever, just as he won't be wearing a diaper either. This picture is a great reminder of how I need to take a step back and breath every once and a while...and when life calls for it, laugh about Will poop on my dogs face!

a little makeup

I walked into this sight the other day. After I got mad at him, I found out Katy gave him a makeover. Pretty good job if you ask me. Have you met Will? Can you blame me for thinking this was his idea. *wink* 

two plus one equals three

 

Katy is the reason the is impromptu photoshoot was a success. Will, as you can see below, was not happy in the slightest that I was asking him to help me get some pictures. Katy saved the day and got him in a good mood. She is such a good sport when I ask her to do things, but I was especially grateful for her help yesterday as these are some of my favorite pictures of my kids. 

Having a c section makes for an interesting recovery. I kept thinking it was getting "too late" to get pictures, and honestly I have had ZERO energy which doesn't help in your motivation department. I am so glad that we went ahead and got these snaps of some of my favorite people I know!