[Anna looking at the little boy we're now babysitting...]
[Bedhead!]
[Anna hanging out on her bed...]
[Anna sleeping... so cute!]
So many thanks to Candi who sent me two dresses, a pair of pants, and a beautiful sweater!!! God is so Good!!!!!
Lately, Anna's new thing is pooping when she takes a bath. She's never done that before, but in the last three or four days, she's done so every time she takes a bath! Is this a potty-training thing? Anyone know? I'm so grossed out. I'm sick of fishing turds out of the bathtub! Eeew!
She's so proud of herself! And she's wearing one of her new dresses... ehhehe Look at that smile!!!
My wonderful and lovely friend bought Anna a bunch of clothes size 3T. I am so blessed and to tell you the truth, I have no idea why God is blessing us so much. He has always taken care of us. Friends and family have always clothed Anna. We've only bought a few outfits in her lifetime, but God and family and friends have always taken care of her needs. I'm so overwhelmed at how good Our God is! He is Good!
(Thank you, Violet!)
Matthew 6:28-34
28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
The pooping incident shall go down in history... At least for the next week.
Today Anna went poop in her underwear... a daily occurrence, unfortunately. But with time I hope that'll change. The thing is, she was squatting and grunting, so I asked her if she was pooping. Her reply? "No, mama." (That's her reply to EVERYTHING.) So I took her to the bathroom where she continued to squat and grunt next to the door and she pushed on the door and closed it. I figured she wanted privacy. I read somewhere about that being a sign of potty-training readiness... the need for privacy. Anyhow, so I let her close me out of the bathroom so she could squat and grunt and poop in her panties. Then she locked the door. And locked me out. Argh! Luckily, I could open the door with a knife inserted into the lock--very lucky me. By the time I got the door open, Anna had taken her baby shampoo and had squirted the yellow gunk all over. The bathroom stank of poo and she had the log in her panties. Yuck.
Lately she's been telling me she doesn't want to go pee-pee in the potty and she throws a tantrum sometimes when I take her into the potty (especially first thing in the morning, that pee-pee is the worst for her). So, I've discovered that I'm probably encouraging her to pee in her underwear so often by bathing her when she does. She loves baths (which is a good thing), except for the fact that she must think it's a treat to go pee in her underwear and get a bath. So, I've been breaking out the showers. Hopefully that'll stem the peeing-in-the-panties scenarios.
Ack, someone encourage me! Anna has been peeing her pants so much in the past two days. I know it's only like day four or five... but it's like she doesn't care to sit on the potty today. It's kind of frustrating!
My painting just fell off from the wall. The tack just broke in two and the whole thing came tumbling down. The frame fell apart. One good thing: We got a laugh. Anna kept pointing up at the wall and saying, "It's Bro-Kin, It's Bro-Kin."
Anna has been doing so well on the potty! Since we have finally moved, Anna has her own bathroom and she can go potty whenever she needs. So, we've been giving her an M&M for going potty and a Tic-Tac for trying. She will run to the potty and when she starts to go, she grins really big and she points to the cabinet where I keep them and says, "Cockua" (Chocolate) and she gets an M&M. Yesterday night, she was in a diaper and she asked to go potty and she did! I was shocked! Blown away! She's doing so well!
We are so blessed. We had friends come over last night and they bought us groceries! We were getting low and since Paul isn't employed yet up here, we were probably going to have to borrow more from Paul's parents. This is just another one of those things that goes to show that God is watching over us. Left and right, God is blessing us through our friends! Thank you, Jesus!
I had a fun time today trying on all of my old prom dresses. They all fit (they fit because I gain weight in my hips and thighs) with the exception of one in which my boobs were too small to fill out, and a bride's maid dress which I wore (Anna was 6 months old) that now drowns me in taupe material. It's hilariously huge on me now. So that's a good thing, I guess. I just won't get to wear it again.
But the highlight of the day and the whole reason for writing this: Anna and I twirled together. She was wearing her pink & white party dress (which is now almost ridiculously small on her) and I was wearing my pink & white prom dress--and we twirled and twirled. It was so fun. Crazy fun. It will be a good memory, I think.
laissez-faire \les-ey FAIR\, adjective:
1. the principle that business, industry, trade, etc. should operate with a minimum of regulation and interference by government
adjective:
1. maintaining the principle of letting people do as they please
I thought I should just jot this here. Paul and I... Huh... It's funny that whenever we talk about baby names, we always focus on girl's names. Anyhow... we were just chatting the other day and we talked about Kathryn Eleanor. Paul likes the nickname Katie... which I'm iffy on... I'm kind of picky when it comes to nicknames. I think if I were to give her a nickname, it would probably be Ella or Ellie b/c I'm not too fond of Kate or Katie. Kitty? Nah. Eh... maybe. It's kind of an old fashioned nickname for Kathryn and I love the old fashioned aspect of Kathryn.
I liked the name Catherine, but not Katherine (spelling counts with me!) and liked the name Kathryn. Paul also liked Kathryn and liked that over Catherine, so there you go on that one. Eleanor I've always liked... especially since reading Sense and Sensibility with Elinor the heroine. Do you think two odd-spellings would be too much? Kathryn Elinor... That's why I preferred the spelling Eleanor. Anyhow... I'm babbling now. And I shouldn't be thinking about babies. Bad Sarah, bad. *thinks about childbirth* Yeah... there we go. Yup, I'm good. Not wanting another baby...
Although... I fear that Anna is having yet ANOTHER growth spurt. She's eating constantly again which is never a good sign as far as growing goes. She's already filling out 2Ts quite nicely. *prays her baby won't be a giant when she's older* A. I don't want her to have to deal with that... and B. I don't think we can afford that many wardrobes. *soothes self to stop stressing over things not yet come* Is anybody out there a really tall woman? Say... 5'11" + ? How was your adolescence?
Done babbling. I swear.
Yup... I'm gone.
I swear it.
Our Anna-Girl
Our Charlie Boy!
