Not another one!

I have tried not to make this a venting blog. I have to say when I have read other venting posts...I feel normal! Thanks for the reality checks. Today was a day that my kids would have loved to give mom a chill pill and make things all better. I had two things that just rattled me today.


Taylin has gotten on a cutting crave. I never knew this could be such an obsession. She had coloring pages and drawings galore. Just as I thought she was forgetting some of them and I could clean them out, yes throw them away, she began cutting them out. This has been going on for weeks now. It won't stop. What irks me the most is clean up time. I wait for her...nothing...then I start to help her and have to quit, because I obviously don't know what is scraps/trash and what is to go in a "portfolio." Today she had her work all over the kitchen table, and the couch AND the floor. All places we needed the space to eat, sit and play. Kennedy could get to the paper and attack the paper. That means eat it! I am still trying to figure out how long this can go on...how long I should let it go on...and how long I can stand it. I have been racking my brain to think of other crafty things she can do with her cutting crave. Please let me know your ideas...I can't take ANOTHER cutting binge! I am very impressed with her skills and the things she cuts on her own. I have a feeling she will be our artsy one. This will be an adjustment, but I am enjoying her talents already!

Cohen is potty training...yeah! Well, I think that is a good thing. Or would I rather have everything contained in a diaper where it is easily gathered and thrown away? Would I also prefer to let him go whenever he wanted without worrying about where it might fall or if he will make it in time? I am almost willing to fork over the extra money to keep him in diapers. He wouldn't do it. He loves being a big boy in his big boy undies. He has been doing really well. I don't have to keep a bucket of laundry soap and water to soak all the accidents and wash a load everyday. Yesterday was a potty in his pants day...just pee, thank goodness. We haven't had any poo poo accidents in a long time. Maybe I said that out loud, because today...he had ANOTHER ONE.



(This photo was his first interest a year and a half ago, so we have definitely made progress.)


This was by far the most disgusting ever. He did the potty dance. I was feeding Kennedy a bottle, so I couldn't help him up to go. He didn't come down for a while. I heard the toilet flush a couple of times and the sink running. I asked him to come down, because it had been long enough. Down comes Cohen with just a shirt on and his underwear and shorts in tow. This usually means he wet his pants. The undies were dry. Oh, he just needs help putting them on. I am helping him and telling him how good he did (still holding the bottle in one hand and Kennedy in my lap). Then confession began. He exclaimed, "Sorry Mommy, I am sorry...Sorry I did poopoo on the 'tool. Sorry mommy!" Hmmm? Turn around Cohen. Oh you need me to wipe. Okay. Wait...you went poo poo and it isn't in the toilet! He is still apologizing before I even go crazy. Due to his apologetic behavior, I can't get upset. Once he is cleaned and dressed and I have delayed as much as I can to see what he is talking about for fear of my gagging reflexes flaring up, blah....I saw the product. I will refrain from more detail as your gagging might begin. I noticed he had tried to clean his underwear. Poor thing, he tried very hard and didn't want me to be disappointed. David was in the other room studying. I didn't want to bother him intentionally, so I pulled the 'talk loud enough with enough detail that he would have to come see what was going on' method. He did come out just in time to keep Kennedy out of the "mess." No more pooh, please! Not to mention I cleaned up a neighbor's animal feces from in front of my door. NOT ANOTHER ONE!


*Sigh* Now I sit here in relief that I survived and hope that my kids aren't scarred from their mother's reactions to a day full of experiences. I look through my blog at all the cute things they do. I cuddled with them as their eyes finally closed for the day. What a blessing they are and what a blessing another experience is to make us stronger in ways we never knew possible.


Enjoy those blessings...I guess realize they are blessing first and then you can fully enjoy them!