I must do better

I said this before, but now it's been over 3 months since my last post. I MUST do better about keeping up with this thing. So much has happened and my main reason for this blog is to keep up with Rylie and now so much has gone by that I haven't documented. If you are reading this, kick my butt if I don't post again in a week...please!!!

Today Rylie was sitting in her high chair having a sucker after lunch (long story...I'll get to that in a minute). I was on the computer and all of a sudden I hear her calling Jennifer. What? Where did she get that from? She's only 26 months old; how in the world does she know my name? I asked her if that was what she was saying and she said yes. So I asked her what my name was and she said "Mommy Jennifer". I just laughed so hard. I had to call William in there to hear her. Of course she pretty much had stopped it by then. I asked her again what my name was and she said, "Mommy, you're name is Mommy." Oh well. After that I went into the den to get a splinter out of William's foot. She finished her sucker while I was working on it and kept calling out "Jennifer" then. Too funny!

We have been working on potty training for a little while now, but especially the last two weeks. We started giving her surprises when she would go to the potty to encourage this behavior when we were at mom and dad's two weeks ago. She sure did like that idea. Problem is now she goes CONSTANTLY and expects a surprise each time. She was doing really good this morning and had not gone in her diaper at all so I told her we would put on her Pooh panties for a surprise. These are real underwear; not training pants. She did so good for a long time. After a while she decided she wanted to color. Before I got everything out I asked her if she needed to use the potty. Of course not. I put her in her highchair and she went to work on another masterpiece. ;) In just a few minutes she had pulled off the top of her sippy cup and was playing in the milk all over her tray. As if that wasn't bad enough, when I went to clean the mess up, I smelled it. Ugh! Why hadn't she told me she needed to poop? Why, she would have had to stop playing for a minute. I picked her up and rushed her to the bathroom. By the time I got her underwear off it was all down her legs and everywhere! It got all over her, the toilet the bathmat and everything! I tried to clean it up and finally just put her in the tub and turned the shower on. Poor thing it scared her, but William and I were both right there. I bathed her and he dried her off while I went to wash all the dirty stuff. I just threw the poor Pooh panties away; I didn't even want to try to clean those things. YUCK! I feel a little bad now because she loved them, but I told her that she shouldn't poop on Pooh and now they were ruined. I know; bad mommy moment. But with my grandfather dying, my killer headache, the milk mess she had already made, this was the last straw. She told me later I was mean. :(

Now, the little thing is down for a nap after lunch and a sucker (I sure couldn't tell her no now) and I finally have a little piece and quiet. William is taking a nap too, of course. Poor thing had to get up with her this morning a little before 7 so he's tired. Boo hoo. Oh well, if they're going to sleep then I'm going to take advantage of the free time!