- Hubby is out for the week, helping with some disaster relief projects in another city. I am so proud of my husband, and I love his genuine desire to serve others, but y’all— this single parenting thing is not for the faint of heart! Seriously. I don’t think there’s enough coffee in the entire world for this job solo.
- On a related note: my children are sinners. Amen. (Of course, they get it from they mama…)
- Tonight (a mere five hours after purchasing a Congrats-you’re-really-potty-trained present for Stinkbug) he pooped in his underwear. And not a nice, clean poop either. Blame the single parenting gig, or my gag reflexes, or just plain laziness, but I threw the poopy underwear into a grocery bag, tied it off, and threw it away. (I’ve also been known to do the same for Tupperware I find in the fridge and just can’t stomach tackling.) Don’t judge.
- Speaking of the potty… the other night I found Doodlebug playing in a toilet full of pee that his brother did not flush. I fished this toy out of the potty:
- Also speaking of the potty, I found this in Doodlebug’s diaper the other day:
- I am tired and ready for my husband to come home. And I can’t wait to go out by myself once he’s home and drink a coffee (or seven) and just exist in silence alone for awhile… but really, I do love my kids. Sometimes I happen upon a moment of sibling endearment and I just stop and wonder at the gift that is these three precious little souls in my care…
Tomorrow is a big day- we’re celebrating a certain little bug’s THIRD birthday with an all boy party.
When asked, he knew exactly what he wanted: to go to the zoo and see the snakes and the lemurs, eat hot dogs, play ball with his friends, and eat cupcakes. Easy. He doesn’t even care what kind of cupcakes I make. Very easy.
Today I was browsing Christmas clothes on-line… the boys will be happy in plain red waffle T-shirts from Old Navy. Six bucks a piece and they can be dressed for the holiday. Done. (I spent three times longer looking for something for Ladybug… and it costs three times more.)
Boys can pee outside easily if they need to.
They are completely happy if you keep them fed and let them hold the remote.
Boys have significantly less clothing options and by default care much less about what is covering their bodies causing much less drama during the morning hours when mommy can’t possibly drink enough coffee for drama to be acceptable.
They don’t cry (much) when they get hurt. They’d rather get back up and play.
Picking presents for boys is easy- if it has wheels, shoots Nerf ammo or makes bodily noises, it’s a winner.
So… potty training boys= harder. Everything else= easier.
in the house of God.
I trust in the steadfast love of God
forever and ever. (Psalm 52:8)
And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. (Psalm 73:25-26)
I have made the Lord GOD my <sup class="xref" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(AU)”>refuge,
That I may <sup class="xref" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="(AV)”>tell of all Your works. (Psalm 73:28)