Well, here I am months later, way behind on blogging again. I could use the excuse that I have been super sick, and haven't felt up to it, which is true but kind of lame.
I will try to make up for it now.
Let me think what has happened in the past few months. I had to quit my job at the church because of how sick I always was. I felt so bad and so untrustworthy, because I never knew whether I would be at work or not. I felt really bad for my boss (aka, my grandfather, the best on the planet), and couldn't do that to him anymore.
My best friend, Nat came to OK from AR to go with me to my ultrasound. She brought her 8 month old daughter, Dassah with her, and I soaked up as much of the both of them as I could! I was sad to see them both go; ever since we moved from Little Rock, I've been deprived of the sweetest friend in the world.
The ultrasound was terrifying and terrific at the same time. Baby H. was moving around and sucking it's thumb. The ultrasound tech was able to get a ton of pics, way more than I got with Roman. I cried, Nat cried, but luckily, Dassah did not cry.
We moved into our apartment in April. I've had a really hard time finding the energy and willpower to decorate it, but I think it also has something to do with the fact that I don't really want to live here. I want to live in a house, rented or owned-although owned is preferable. Makes it hard to want to make a place "your own" when you don't want to own it.
We got an empty room for the nursery, and I don't even want to decorate it because our lease is up right before the baby is born. What if we move and I waste all that precious time nesting on some place that the baby won't even live? You see my dilemma.
So, we are in day three of potty training bootcamp. We started Monday in underwear, and have made it to Wednesday with your typical number of accidents. R was doing really well at going potty when I put him on it, but wasn't telling me BEFORE he needed to go, so I had to resort to a timer until he realized this potty thing wasn't going away. Then today, after an accident and me asking him every five minutes if he was still dry, he suddenly grabbed himself and looked at me.
We ran to the potty, and sure enough, he went!
Oh sweet relief. But surely this was an anomaly.
Then he proceeded to stay dry the rest of the morning, telling me "pee-pee!" every time he had to go. So far, we are still doing well except for during naptime of course. I hope he keeps it up.
Love, T.
GOOD WORK Momma Bird
Posted by: Mike Henson | June 12, 2010 at 10:16 AM