Sunday, March 01, 2009


So I intended on writing this post weeks ago, but between a month of internet problems and seemingly unending illness, it just didn't happen.

February opened with two very special firsts for Mr. Nathaniel. On February third, he got his very first professional haircut. I mention the "professional" part because I made an attempt at it awhile back and cut his ear. That began and ended my career as a hairdresser. Anyway, Nathaniel made his mama proud and had a great time. Katie was a big help in keeping him happy. Not one tear was shed.

The very next day, we celebrated Nathaniel's first birthday at our home with some friends and family. In typical Nate-Dog style, he ate TWO dinners about an hour apart and then dove right into his chocolate cake with both arms. I really do not understand how he is not even on the growth chart. That kid eats like crazy!

At a year old, Nathaniel is crawling, pulling up, and cruising. He can say hi, Dada, bye bye, and dog. And today he just cut his seventh tooth. I can't believe that an entire year has gone by since he joined our family, and yet, I can hardly imagine us without him. We love you, Nathaniel!

Mission Accomplished

The second week in February we began attempt number one million at potty training Katie. Like before, we cleared the schedule, got out the potties, potty seats, panties, and prizes, and prayed. In the past I had made a big production of it which only produced more performance anxiety in my precious little perfectionist. So this time, we went for laid back.

Me: "Katie, do you want to wear panties and bake cookies with me?"
Katie: "O.k., but I don't want to go peepee on the potty."
Me: "That's cool. But you have to wear panties while we make cookies."
Katie" "Can they be gingerbread cookies?"
Me: "Absolutely!"
Katie: "Yes, I want to bake cookies."

So after trying on several panties, she settled on a princess pair (thank you, Grandma Cavanagh), and we baked. Every so often, Katie would tire of a particular pair of panties and want to change them out for a different style or color. We had to keep them in the kitchen in her Tinkerbell backpack so that we had the selection right there with us. That girl cracks me up.

I think I must win the mother of the year award because, while Katie was very scared to sit on the potty, somehow jelly beans helped to lessen her fear, and with them in hand, she could take on the toilet. But nothing happened. Again, performance anxiety.

My friend Liza believes that the key to potty training a kid is making the child sit on the potty often or long enough so that you "catch them" going and then he/she can make the mental connection. That only works if your kid is not smarter than you. If your kid does not understand that if she doesn't drink anything, she won't have to pee.

Me: "Katie, you haven't been drinking your milk. Aren't you thirsty?"
Katie: "Will that make me go peepee? I don't want anything to drink if it will make me go peepee."
Me: "I got you a special treat, lemonade!"
Katie: "No, thank you, Mommy. I don't want any lemalade. That will make me go peepee."

So I made a quick run to the convenience store outside our subdivision to get some salty snacks. I would not be beat! Katie may be able to turn down lemalade, but chips and pretzels, never! She had to get thirsty sometime.

All that to say, my plot failed, but in a moment of desperation, I decided to put her on her little potty in front of the t.v. so that she could calm down enough to go. So armed with her jelly beans on a potty in the middle of the living room, Katie joined the ranks of potty trained people. I had left the room for a moment to change Nathaniel's diaper when suddenly Katie appeared.

Katie: "Mommy, I want to show you something. But you can't say anything."
Me: "O.k."
(We go back to the living room.)
Katie: "Look in the potty, but don't say anything."
(The potty has been used!)
Me: "Can I give you a hug?"
Katie: "Yes."
Me: "Can I give you high five?"
Katie: "Yes. But don't say anything."

And from there it has all been down hill. Having conquered her fear, Katie is now fully potty trained. And even cooler than that, it is helping her to overcome fear in other areas. Katie has been very afraid of going to preschool. Luckily for her, it hasn't been an option because you have to be potty trained to attend. But a week ago, Katie informed me that since she is no longer scared to go on the potty, she is not scared of school either. God's timing is perfect because that weekend, she had a group play assessment as part of her admission process for preschool, and she liked being there.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

A Big Week for Nate Dog

The Big Week really started last week when Nathaniel said his first word.  "Hi!" he says with a wave.  At first we weren't sure if he was really saying "hi,"  but we became convinced when he greeted Mama Kitty when she arrived at our house on Saturday.  We are so proud of you, Nathaniel!

On Sunday, we dedicated Nathaniel to the Lord during the church service.  I am well aware that this was just a formal display of what God will daily call us to do, turn over the life of our precious son to Him.  Quite a few people joined us to witness the dedication and celebrate afterwards.  We were so glad that Nana, Grandmommy, Grandaddy, Mama Kitty, Liz, Haley, and Matt could join us.  And it was such a blessing that all four families in our Bible study dedicated our second-born children on the same day.  

By Sunday evening, Nathaniel was already testing us to trust the Lord with his safety as he proudly crawled up the stairs for the first time.  Boy was he proud!  Now we just have to remember to keep that gate closed at the bottom of the stairs.

Which leads to the next big thing that happened this week... After crawling up the stairs, Nate Dog started wheezing.  He has had cold symptoms for about a week, so he either has RSV or the cold triggered asthma.  They are treated the same way, so we are doing nebulizer treatments every few hours, and he seems to be doing fine.  Hopefully, this was just an isolated incidence.

Back to the good news...  In spite of being sick this week, Nathaniel, ever the joyful one, graced us with his second word at 5:30 this morning.  After nursing he rolled over in our bed, patted Andy, and said, "Hi, Dada!"  Of course, it has made Andy's day, and it's not even 8am.

New Year, New Blog

So as some of you might have noticed, I am not the most prolific blogger.  But it's a new year, a time to start new habits.  My goal is to post once a month, and you can hold me to it.