Just Pull My Teeth Out Already

I've decided that if you are potty-trained that means your mom is a saint. My mom is a saint 5 times over. If Zannah goes to Kindergarten in panties I'm going to tattoo saint across my forehead.

In three days, I have asked sweetly, patiently bit my tongue, ignored, demanded obedience, thrown toys across the room, locked myself in my room and cried. And prayed alot.

Bless her little heart, Z has some serious will-power. She holds her pee and poo from 7 in the morning until naptime when the pull-up comes on and then again after naptime til bedtime.

Candy doesn't tempt her. Balloons, park-time, popcorn, Curious George: all things she loves on a daily basis lose their bartering power once she figures out what I'm asking for in exchange. Who is this girl? She seriously says "no thank you" to candy when I ask if she will sit on the toilet and try.

It may sound like she isn't ready to be potty-trained yet (I don't buy it), and maybe after a few more days I'll throw in the towel, but I have a few teeth left to yank.


Quote of the day: I was telling Zannah that it was bedtime and she needed to get her blanket and bunny. And she responded with, "Yes sir!" That has Marcus written all over it.

Halloweeny Time

Z and her buddy Tyson were Salt and Pepper. This is the best picture I got. They look so happy to be alive. I didn't get a picture of Max's first costume, which was a navy marine. He spit up all over it. I'm happy we put him in the banana outfit, maybe this will be a when it's your "first halloween" costume tradition. I participated and lost in a pie eating contest and shamed our family name. Cool whip pies are disgusting.

Goings On

Marcus is in the holy lands for work. The lucky, lucky boy swam in the dead sea just this morning.

We have survived a week without him only because this lovely lady came to play.


My no-nap idea flew out the window after only one day and my guilt went with it :)

I was informed the other day that some ladies I know describe me as "granola". It makes me wonder if my air-dried hair, make-up free face, bra-less (not all the time mom), subaru-driving ways are labeling me. As long as "tree-hugger" wasn't associated with it, I took it as a compliment.

I have never met a more chill baby than Max. He is pure delight.

And he has just found his toes.


And I'll end with funny Zannah statements. That girl tries my patience to no end only because her headstrong ways rub my headstrong ways the wrong way. How I love her!

"See ya next time" when she lays down for a nap.
"It's dangerous out there" when she doesn't want me to leave the room.
"But, I love you!" when she gets put in time-out.
"Oooohhh Max, you so cute."

I Love Naps

Although, I am determined not to take one today. Even though both kids are sleeping at the same time. Well, Max is sleeping and Zannah is locked in her room. What she does during her naptimes are her business I've decided.

I wish I wasn't so addicted to napping. I wake up in the morning and think "you can do it, only 6 hours until naptime." I've convinced my body that it needs a nap. That if I don't get a nap, something scary will happen about 5 o'clock. But, this week I'm going to prove it wrong.

And eventually, no napping will turn into going to bed at a decent hour because I'm super tired, which will then turn into rising early happily, right?

Stinking Cute

Changes

Most of the time change is good. But this time it was not good, it was bad, like cry-your-eyes out bad. These two moved away. And H-town is not close to A-town....Texas is way too big!

Zannah moved to a big-girl bed. (Just last night!) And Max into the crib instead of the playpen.

Although these two can never be left unattended in the same vincinity, Z is acquiring a much gentler touch. A much appreciated change.

Can summer really be over? Although it is still blasted hot most days, there is a nip in the air some evenings and I can feel fall coming. Zannah has become quite the little swimmer this summer. We moved into a different house only 2 miles from the old one, so the move wasn't too bad, but we couldn't have done it without these two. There is no doubt where Marcus gets his work ethic from!

I didn't think I would be so sad to say goodbye to this particular house. Like my mom says, it's not the house, but the memories. So true, wise one, so true. Truth be told, we liked the house, but strongly disliked being sandwiched in there like sardines and being boxed in on all sides by yappy dogs. I talked Marcus out of throwing anti-freeze soaked steaks over the fence many times the past 3 years.

Altough there have been changes, some things don't change. Like Z's love for her friend Ty-Ty. Shortly after this pic was taken, she took a spill on the sidewalk. A goose-egg on the noggin isn't enough to change her thrill-seeking ways.

Smiley Boy

Max is 3 months old. At about 10 weeks he went from sleeping 3 hour spans to 10 hours at night. For that, I would give him candy right now if he would take it. He is also smiling and it is absolutely adorable. He knows how to put on the charm for Grandmas. (Dana--less than a week! Hopefully these pics will tide you over.) And I'm pretty sure he hasn't lost one single hair of his lustrous mane.