Some Very Important Items

Much to our surprise yesterday after 2 months of flat-out refusing to be in the primary program Forrest decided to join the other children on the stand in the chapel. We didn't pressure him or make a big deal about but I really did hope he would decide to it. He also waltzed up to the microphone to say his part when it was his turn which surprised the heck out of me and totally made me cry. Meanwhile, Lola was beating up my mom and calling her names in the pew.




AND...Lola's potty-trained. All it really took was getting her some tinkerbell panties and she was there. She spent 2 weeks carting around armloads of panties and studying them every time she sat down.



Lola also got some new glittery Sunday shoes that obviously hurt her ankles. She refuses to let me put band-aids on the parts of her foot that the shoes rub raw but also insists on wearing the shoes so she just sort of hobbles around in them. My mom came up to watch the primary program yesterday and we had to laugh because both she and I were wearing shoes that hurt our feet. The three of us hobbled out to the car after the block. What can I say besides: beauty hurts.

And I haven't called Cache Valley to complain about the unmeltable cheese because my to-do list is already too long:
1. Make DDS Appts.
2. Find out if Lola needs a booster shot for the flu shot she got last week.
3. Get Forr's bloodwoork done and get him into the allergist.
4. Get Lola out of her crib and into a bed.
5. Show Forrest pictures of what lungs looks like.
6. Many many household chores are also on this list but I am not going to mention any of them.

Girls Night Out

Tuesday morning my sister, Chelsea, my mom, and I (along with my chitlins) headed East for the Cherokee Ranch to go camping.

My mom was so nice to give me a break and hang out with Lola at the toilet (potty training.....argh). Forr and Grandma caught 2 horny toads. We saw a dead tree that had been struck by lightning and completely blown apart. I'm not going to mention any names but someone got walked-in-on by an old man while going to the bathroom at a gas station.

I am indeed blessed to have these two awesome women in my life. Love you mom and Chelsea. What would I do without you?

Potty Training Sucks

I have become a slave to my 2 1/2 year old's bathroom habits.

I live in terror of seeing him walk towards me with his feet 2 feet apart, trying to avoid touching the giant, dark circle of pee in the center of his pants.

I can't wait for the next time I get to try to take his poopy underpants off without globs of feces rolling out onto the floor.

There is nothing scarier for me right now than leaving the house with him.

On Thursday, after saving it up for three days Forrest finally pooped. In his pants. At my friend Summer's house.

On Friday, while eating his reward popsicle for pooping in the toilet, Forrest pooped his pants.

However, I strive to be a positive person so I am considering our potty training a success so far because the number of times he has peed in the toilet outnumbers the times he has gone in his pants.

By far the best advice I have gotten was from my dad:

"Whatever you do just don't start braggin' him up because then he will end up crapping his pants at the Arctic Circle."

I Need Your Help

I am potty training Forrest today. Please lend me your wisdom.