Dr. Phil

Sooo...we are in the middle of potty training purgatory with Harrisen. This morning, I asked him, "Harrisen, are you needing to sit on the potty? Do you need to poop?" "nooooo....mommmmmy." Ok.

2 minutes later, and ONE minute before we need to leave, he's pooped in his diaper. GAH!

I guess I was obviously irritated when I was changing him...this is our conversation....

H: What's wrong, Mommy?
K: I'm just having a bad day.

H: This could be a changing day in your life! Goooooooo Dr. Phil!



Oh. My. I think I watch too much Tivo. But I must say, it made me smile!

The Joy of Multiplication.

Wow.

You always hear it...that when you have another child, the love doesn't divide, it multiplies. You nod...sure that they wouldn't lie to you...but unsure how it's possible.

Well, get ready to nod.

It's all true. It's true that after months and months of waiting, and hours and hours of labor, when they put that wet, screaming little human that you created right on your chest, your heart just swells and fills and the love really does multiply. And somehow, God recreates the most miraculous moment of your life, all over again.

Welcome to the world, Baby Girl.


Evangeline Kate
7/18/07
4:24 pm
7lbs, 12oz
20 inches
absolutely gorgeous

I Happy.

Man, we can learn so much from kids.

I am sooooo type A, it's not even funny. I'm always pushing, searching, trying, changing...never quite content to just rest and enjoy. I have hoped not to strap my kids with that sort of internal pressure, and so far, so good.

This week, we have been doing some destructo work at the new house, preparing for the tile to be installed on Saturday. After the hard sweaty part is finished, we get in the new pool and cool off.

Harrisen's favorite thing is to play on the steps, going in and out and in and out over and over...occasionally stopping to take a swim with us. But if we ask him to "jump to Mommy" or "swim to Daddy"....he folds his arms in a huff over his chest and says, "I HAPPY". He is living in his little moment. So precious.

I'm going to try to keep that "I HAPPY" spirit today. It's tough. Babies don't have to worry about carpet contractors, painters who show up late, tile guys that need the toilets ripped up by tomorrow.....or the fact that 4 weeks early they are 40% effaced and a centimeter dilated....but I'm still going to try. Because no matter how hard I try to make my world work the way I want it to, I would be infinitely better off crossing my arms and saying "I HAPPY". Que Sera, right?