at least?

"At least I made a mess...sorry about that, Mom."

Spaghetti is not a Ryan-friendly meal.

Are you sick of blogs about poop?

Well, too bad! I have exciting news! Katy just came over to me and said "poop." I took her to the bathroom, took off her pants and diaper, sat her on the toilet, then got a book to read to her. A few pages in I heard her pushing, and she pooped in the toilet!!! I am so proud of her! She's still a month and a half shy of two!

"poo poo!"

Katy just told us she had a poopy diaper. I checked, and she didn't. So she sat on the toilet for a few seconds before saying she was all done. I put the diaper back on. A couple minutes later she was back, announcing "poo poo!" again. This time she really was! Our 22 month old daughter knew when she needed to go! Yahoo!

I know girls are earlier than boys, so maybe this isn't that exciting. But from a mom with two boys, one of whom is still only 95% day/10% night trained at 4 1/2, this is VERY exciting to me!!!

FHE!

Sometimes we're good and have a nice Gospel lesson for Family Home Evening. Sometimes we're bad and forget to do it at all. But sometimes, probably more than the other two combined, we do a family activity and pass it off as FHE. Not quite as good as actually teaching a lesson, but building family bonds and memories nonetheless. Tonight Dan and I played with duplos with the kids. A good time was had by all. Here was our biggest "tall," as Katy calls them. It couldn't be even one block taller in this apartment!

And no, I don't know what's wrong with my husband. Hopefully the kids don't get it.

It actually cost less to do EVERYTHING in Washington than it cost to just renew tabs in Utah. Go figure!

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"Ryan needs to!"

Dan just called to say he's coming home an hour early tonight so he can go get our Washington license plates. Lest you think I'm a lazy homemaker, our last car died 2 years ago the night before I left for my parents' house for a week, so Dan bought our Pacifica while I was gone, so I'm not on the title and therefore not able to get the plates. I've been really frustrated lately by working hard to get the living room clean in the morning, then nobody seeing it before the kids mess it up again. So my plan was to wait until 5:00 to start straighening the living area. That's not going to work if Dan is on his way! So even though most of the mess is Katy-induced, I paused the show the boys were watching and asked them to clean up. And David whined a bunch that Ryan needed to help (Ryan left because he suddenly had to use the bathroom as soon as it was more fun than the activity at hand!). David's been doing that a lot lately. If I ask them both to do something, David spends so much more energy making sure that Ryan does it than he would on just doing the whole thing! It's really ridiculous. Seriously, it is more important to him that Ryan helps than that it gets done and he gets to watch the show. It's really irritating. Especially because this is the giant mess they don't want to clean up:


Since I've been typing they actually did get to it, and the show is back on. I guess they just needed to get some whining out of their system. Which is...pretty much...exactly...what I'm doing right now...

my Katy girl is a girly girl!

If I had planned beforehand on doing a post on the many ways my Katy girl is a girly girl, I could have put up lots of pictures of her playing with bracelets & rings, putting on any shoes she can find, etc. But that's not what this particular post is about. This is about one moment that reminded me, yet again, how different my baby girl is from my baby boys.

Tonight I decided to indulge in popcorn for bedtime snack. We're at Grandma & Grandpa's house, it's Spring Break, time for some fun! So I got 4 bowls out (would I really be expected to sit and watch without eating?), filled them up, and started eating. Ryan was in the room not getting his jammies on, but the other two were at the table eating nicely.

Then I walked by Katy's seat. And this is what I saw:

I asked her "Who is this bowl for?"
She told me "The baby!"

I then remembered seeing her get down, run and get a small bowl, put it on her chair, then go back to the table to eat her popcorn. For some reason I didn't really think about what she was doing. She put her baby in the chair and got her a bowl! What a sweet little girl!