We are finally, officially, wonderfully out of diapers! H is completely toilet trained! We decided one day to put underwear on him, cautioned him to not poop or pee on Lightening McQueen, and that was it. He was done. Hallelujiah!
One day, when he was on the toilet taking care of business (and a rather loose and runny "business" at that) he looked at me and said, "It's like my bum is throwing up!" I couldn't help it; I had to laugh.
And all of a sudden, this little one, who has been terrified of baths and water for the past year, has decided that he must have a bath every day, multiple times a day. First thing in the morning, "Can I have a bath?" In response to my, "A bath? We haven't even had breakfast yet!" or "But you're not dirty!" or "We need to get our chores done and make sure the house is clean before we do anything;" he says, "Well, let's have breakfast!" As soon as breakfast is done, "Can I have a bath?" Or he'll head out the door or downstairs, smear his hands in sand or soot from the fireplace, come upstairs and say, "I'm dirty now. Can I have a bath?" When his chores are done, he'll say, "My chores are done. Can I have a bath?" But the most important stipulation he has is this: "But DON"T wash me!" So, the whole bath time battle? Well, we're halfway there.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Ancient Life
My boys are outside right now playing a game they have entitled, "Ancient Life." This game involves hunting (for crackers in the pantry), gathering (maple "helicopters" as their fuel for their heat source), and, of course, strutting around our backyard in their underwear. Ahh, summer!
I've asked them, as they've crossed my hunting grounds, "You know, ancient people did make their own clothes to protect themselves from getting sunburned, and to keep themselves warm, right? Okay. Just checking." To be true to the concept of ancient life, they'd have to make themselves clothes from plastic cracker wrappings and boxes, so I guess they're ok to be out there nearly in the buff.
How I love these kids! They make me laugh, smile, worry, cry, and thank Heavenly Father for them on a daily basis. What blessings!
I've asked them, as they've crossed my hunting grounds, "You know, ancient people did make their own clothes to protect themselves from getting sunburned, and to keep themselves warm, right? Okay. Just checking." To be true to the concept of ancient life, they'd have to make themselves clothes from plastic cracker wrappings and boxes, so I guess they're ok to be out there nearly in the buff.
How I love these kids! They make me laugh, smile, worry, cry, and thank Heavenly Father for them on a daily basis. What blessings!
Monday, June 7, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Water
Ahh, warm weather. It is finally here in Utah, hopefully to stay for a little while. Warm weather at the Judd household means water. We drink a lot of it and we play in a lot of it. Our flood irrigation comes once a week to nourish our crunchy grass and the weeds we have in our garden. The monkeys need my permission to turn on the hose, which is usually granted unless we have somewhere to go later on. H, after months of screaming his head off every time we've tried to give him a bath, has now decided that he likes baths enough to ask for them at least 3 times a day. Water is good. Water is good.
Water, running out of the toilet and down the heating/cooling vent in the floor (not fond of that idea, person who built this house); out of two vents in the level below onto my dryer and into the downstairs bathroom; out of the ceiling into the furnace room; and out of the corner of my house outside, that water I'm not so fond of.
H, who decided all of sudden that he was done with diapers (more on this in a different post), urgently needed to pee. He's a big boy, capable of managing by himself, so I sent him upstairs to pee before he wet his pants. Then a friend came to the door. Chat chat chat, talk talk talk. A little while later, S went upstairs and came down yelling, "Mom! Mom! Your bathroom is flooded! I heard a funny noise, so I went in and looked, and there's water all over the floor! Who did it? I didn't do it! That's a lot of water, Mom!"
H had peed, then put all of the toilet paper on the roll into the toilet. Of course it wouldn't flush so, independent do-it-yourself-er that he is, had fetched the toilet plunger from another bathroom to "fix" the overflowing toilet. When that didn't work, well, he just went out back -- either to play or hide I'm still not sure. There was almost an inch of water on the floor in my bathroom. It was seeping under the carpet in my bedroom and making its way under the vanity in the bathroom. The thick bathmat I have was soaked all the way through and water was cascading down the vent. In my calmest -- and possibly my scariest --- voice I sent the boys outside to play. Four towels and about 20 wringings in the toilet later I was no longer sloshing around in extremely diluted pee/toilet water. I gathered the towels and bathmat up and brought them down to the laundry room to find the top of my dryer wet with more dripping from the ceiling. I switched on the light in the downstairs bathroom to find the floor covered in water, which was seeping under the vanity in there. When I finally mopped all of it up, I opened the back door to take the towels out to dry before I put them in the washer. Water was dripping about a foot in front of my face from the overhanging ledge of the upstairs level of my house.
I think I called J's cell phone 4 times in an hour leaving scary quiet messages like, "I am managing ok but there is toilet water everywhere and I think that maybe you should come home as soon as you can." And, "I love you and hope your afternoon is going well. Mine is not going so well. I am mopping up toilet water. Please come home." You get the picture. Great day, yesterday. But today I'm laughing at it. I'm still proud of H that he tried to fix it himself. Now to work on the asking for help part...
Water, running out of the toilet and down the heating/cooling vent in the floor (not fond of that idea, person who built this house); out of two vents in the level below onto my dryer and into the downstairs bathroom; out of the ceiling into the furnace room; and out of the corner of my house outside, that water I'm not so fond of.
H, who decided all of sudden that he was done with diapers (more on this in a different post), urgently needed to pee. He's a big boy, capable of managing by himself, so I sent him upstairs to pee before he wet his pants. Then a friend came to the door. Chat chat chat, talk talk talk. A little while later, S went upstairs and came down yelling, "Mom! Mom! Your bathroom is flooded! I heard a funny noise, so I went in and looked, and there's water all over the floor! Who did it? I didn't do it! That's a lot of water, Mom!"
H had peed, then put all of the toilet paper on the roll into the toilet. Of course it wouldn't flush so, independent do-it-yourself-er that he is, had fetched the toilet plunger from another bathroom to "fix" the overflowing toilet. When that didn't work, well, he just went out back -- either to play or hide I'm still not sure. There was almost an inch of water on the floor in my bathroom. It was seeping under the carpet in my bedroom and making its way under the vanity in the bathroom. The thick bathmat I have was soaked all the way through and water was cascading down the vent. In my calmest -- and possibly my scariest --- voice I sent the boys outside to play. Four towels and about 20 wringings in the toilet later I was no longer sloshing around in extremely diluted pee/toilet water. I gathered the towels and bathmat up and brought them down to the laundry room to find the top of my dryer wet with more dripping from the ceiling. I switched on the light in the downstairs bathroom to find the floor covered in water, which was seeping under the vanity in there. When I finally mopped all of it up, I opened the back door to take the towels out to dry before I put them in the washer. Water was dripping about a foot in front of my face from the overhanging ledge of the upstairs level of my house.
I think I called J's cell phone 4 times in an hour leaving scary quiet messages like, "I am managing ok but there is toilet water everywhere and I think that maybe you should come home as soon as you can." And, "I love you and hope your afternoon is going well. Mine is not going so well. I am mopping up toilet water. Please come home." You get the picture. Great day, yesterday. But today I'm laughing at it. I'm still proud of H that he tried to fix it himself. Now to work on the asking for help part...
May
The 3rd Grade put on their program a few weeks before school let out. It was entitled, "We Make a Rainbow" and was so neat! They had been learning their songs and practicing for weeks and it showed. S did so well. He was so serious throughout the whole thing because, during the performance for the school, he missed one cue to stand up and was still living in the shame of that experience. We tried waving and yelling and pointing at him, but he would not look away from the teacher in charge. Funny boy. I'll post pictures of the program and S with his teacher as soon as I am able.
(Now I am able)
Here is O waiting for the program to begin, wearing a hat that Grandpa Kim custom made.
J & H waiting. (And looking exactly the same, I might add.)
There's S in the middle. There are a number of girls who think he's cute and that's one of them right next to him.
Mother's Day was nice. J bought me a really soft pink fuzzy robe from Bath & Body Works. When I opened it, he asked me if I remembered what I had said a few weeks earlier when we were in the store just looking around. I didn't, so he reminded me, which totally explains why he bought the robe: "If I had a robe like this, I would never wear clothes!" Apparently that translates to, "Must buy wife robe. Must buy wife robe," in J-speak. Men.
Here are some pictures with the three stupendous reasons I get to celebrate Mother's Day:
Here's a picture of one of the best pizzas I've ever made. Mrs. Renfro's jalapenos make all the difference.
(Now I am able)
Here is O waiting for the program to begin, wearing a hat that Grandpa Kim custom made.
J & H waiting. (And looking exactly the same, I might add.)
There's S in the middle. There are a number of girls who think he's cute and that's one of them right next to him.
Mother's Day was nice. J bought me a really soft pink fuzzy robe from Bath & Body Works. When I opened it, he asked me if I remembered what I had said a few weeks earlier when we were in the store just looking around. I didn't, so he reminded me, which totally explains why he bought the robe: "If I had a robe like this, I would never wear clothes!" Apparently that translates to, "Must buy wife robe. Must buy wife robe," in J-speak. Men.
Here are some pictures with the three stupendous reasons I get to celebrate Mother's Day:
Here's a picture of one of the best pizzas I've ever made. Mrs. Renfro's jalapenos make all the difference.
May Some More
This is what I woke up to on the first day of the last week of school:
Gotta love Utah!
Our little H. He was running around our house and slid on the floor right into the corner of a wall. Ouch. If you look carefully at his right eye you can see the shiner he got. That plus the necklace (velveteen rabbit) and his swagger when he walks makes me think that some of the NJ that is part of who I am transferred pretty well to him.
Yes, that is a tomato cage that O has wedged over his head.
I bought our kids a wagon and I mean a wagon. This wagon has seatbelts, drink holders, a detachable cooler, a canopy. It can convert to a bench, and the handle folds neatly under the thing for compact storage. It has drains in the bottom for when it gets filled with water (which it will). It is one amazing wagon. The only thing it doesn't do very well? Turn. Yeah, we figured that out when I dumped O and H onto their heads on the asphalt. Nice.
Anyway, we spent an hour putting it together...
...before posing for a picture and taking off on a walk.
Gotta love Utah!
Our little H. He was running around our house and slid on the floor right into the corner of a wall. Ouch. If you look carefully at his right eye you can see the shiner he got. That plus the necklace (velveteen rabbit) and his swagger when he walks makes me think that some of the NJ that is part of who I am transferred pretty well to him.
Yes, that is a tomato cage that O has wedged over his head.
I bought our kids a wagon and I mean a wagon. This wagon has seatbelts, drink holders, a detachable cooler, a canopy. It can convert to a bench, and the handle folds neatly under the thing for compact storage. It has drains in the bottom for when it gets filled with water (which it will). It is one amazing wagon. The only thing it doesn't do very well? Turn. Yeah, we figured that out when I dumped O and H onto their heads on the asphalt. Nice.
Anyway, we spent an hour putting it together...
...before posing for a picture and taking off on a walk.
The Stupidest Article I've Ever Seen...
...can be found here. I am flabbergasted. Nearly speechless. Read it. It's incredible.
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