Pee Pee on the Potty!

Oh, the joys of motherhood. So, Joshy has pretty much decided he is about ready to potty train, which is awesome, but there are other issues that come along with it. I debated whether or not I should share this one, but it is too stinking cute, so you all will just have to bear with me. So, everytime Joshy goes "pee pee on the potty," he yells "YEAH!" The other day, I was rushing in to go use the facilities myself (rushing, because as I'm sure most of you know, there's always something else to do, and then something else to do, and then something else to do, on and on and on that by the time I actually get to the potty I REALLY have to go, AND I had to rush just to get in there with out Joshy wanting to come in with me. Everyone needs a little privacy.) Anyhow, I am in there tinkling and I hear Joshy just outside the door go, "YEAH!" It's nice to know that I can impress my son with my pottying abilities! Oh, how I love that crazy, loud, picky, pushy, sweet little man!

Boogies!

Just a quick post tonight. I am exhausted. Anyway, Joshy had me rolling tonight when I put him down to bed. I don't know how it started, but somehow he has become "boogie conscious." Everytime I put him to bed he has to have his nose wiped, even if there is nothing there. Well, tonight he said, "momma boogie," so I let him wipe my nose. Then he went down the whole family. The conversation as follows. . .

Josh: "Mynan boogie?"

me: "No, Mynan doesn't have any boogies."

Josh: "Dada boogie?"

me: "No, dada can take care of his own boogies."

Josh: "Grandpa boogie?"

me: "No, grandpa can wipe his own nose."

Josh: "Grandma boogie?"

me: "I don't know we can ask her tomorrow."

Josh: "Papa, Grandma boogie?"

me: "Oh for crying out loud, go to sleep."

Apparently, my son is on a one man. . .er, child quest to make sure everyone in the world has a clean nose.

***Look out world it's the REAL Boogie Man to the rescue. *** (I'm pretty sure he will be quite busy this winter.)

My bad! Seriously!

Ok, so I screwed up. I did the unthinkable. I let my oldest son hang on to his binkie until he was almost 2. What was I thinking. I'll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking that I didn't want to deal with the major battle that was bound to happen when I did finally take the dreadful thing away. And yep, it was a battle.

So here's the story. I decided a while ago that I was not going to buy any more binkies. I would just let them wear out one by one and get rid of them that way. Well, we finally got down to one binkie left about a month ago, so the past month we would tell Joshy that when he turns 2 he's a big boy and wouldn't need a binkie or "glis," as he calls it. Last Thursday I was looking at his binkie and noticed that half of it was gone. Where it went I have no idea, but I'm pretty sure there's probably a piece of silicone floating around somewhere inside my son, like half of Hollywood. I pulled on the thing and it pretty much just popped off, so bye-bye glis. I dreaded Thursday night, but actually Joshy went to bed pretty well. Just a little fussing. When I went in to get ready for bed, could hear someone coughing outside the window, which woke Joshy right up. Yep, he screamed, which in turn woke Bryan up. Crap. Crap. Crap. So, an hour and a half of constant screaming later (on both boys part,) we finally got them to sleep. Needless to say, Joshy woke up with a sore throat and runny nose on Friday, at 5:30 am mind you. He truly did cry himself sick. I didn't think it was really possible, but guess what, it is. Friday night he did the same thing, but it didn't last as long. Got better Saturday and Sunday and pretty much all week, but both boys and I have stuffy, runny noses and a yucky cough. Well yesterday, he started asking me about his "glis" again. What?? I thought he had pretty much forgotten about it. Nope. He woke up again last night wanting his glis and then started complaining of an ear ache. Yep, cried himself sick, I tell you. Moral of the story. . . Deal with the problem, before it becomes an even bigger problem. If I had taken it away at a year old he would have fussed and cried, but he would have gotten over it sooner and wouldn't feel like he lost his best friend. Live and Learn (but at our kids expense!)

The Big 2!!

Joshy at 2 weeks

Joshy at the ranch

Happy Birthday to my Joshy! He is so much fun, despite the tantrums. Apparently he is a little ladies man, too. The nursery leader was telling me that Joshy was all about the little blond visitor the other Sunday, much to her dismay. She took all the love and attention for about 20 minutes and then just started pushing him down when he came to give her a love. He loves his little brother and his Grandma's and Grandpa's, too. He is a good boy and we are so blessed to have him in our home!!! Happy Birthday, my Joshy! We love you!