No sooner than I can blink and she is already developing 2 teeth in her little mouth and the little gummy smile that makes my heart skip a beat is beginning to disappear. I believe this is the actual stage for all moms that makes us ache the most. When they roll over, we cheer. When they sit up by themselves, we cheer. When they find their hands and feet, we giggle. When they copy our noises, we rejoice. When they wave bye-bye, we are in awe. But when those little teeth start to appear, oh the obvious change that occurs and our hearts begin to break because we know, oh how we painfully know that our baby is beginning to grow up. If you do not have one, you do not fully understand. The grin and drool that covers a baby's face is so unbelievably captivating. I could work for hours with peek-a-boo and mouth popping noises just to continue to get that same result. She has THE BEST SMILE EVER and yes she is my second child. Emma has a beautiful smile, but there is something to be said for that little round face with NO TEETH and little hair. She just warms my heart.
You know what I'm talking about. The one that she has when you walk into her room first thing in the morning and you meet eyes - it COVERS HER FACE and she begins dancing in her bed because you are there. My heart is getting butterflies as I describe it. Oh, I love her smile. The little teeth, on the bottom to be exact, are slowly creeping into sight. Therefore, my time of toothless grins is drawing to a close.
Yet, I am amazed by her in other ways and I know that is a gift from above. For just as I begin to grieve this loss, I am made aware of another accomplishment for her. We recently introduced her to big girl seating at the table and she quickly informed us that she has been awaiting this opportunity and we are the ones who have been holding back.
So today, we decided to dine on Puffs as we wait on Mommy to prepare our meal. She immediately knew what to do with it. She took the small star-shaped cereal puff and placed it in her little mouth. The first few times she would get it in the front of her mouth and lean forward trying to pull it farther into her mouth - like a baby would do with a bottle being pulled away from them. It was quite funny. However, at about Puff #3 she gets it. She puts it in the side of her mouth and begins chewing on it with her gums like you and I chew our food at each meal. I was so amazed. Then she won my heart further - she smiled at me because she was SO PROUD of herself. She knew. She knew that was what she was to do with that strange thing and she did it. Do you hear the crazy Dora song - "We did it! We did it! We did it! Yeah!"
I will miss the gummy grin, but I am loving my Puff Princess.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Polka Dot Bottom
Friday morning of last week, we encountered our regular routine here at the Powell house. I arose and went to run off the candy I ate the day before while Jer and the girls dreamed of their own candy. Usually while I am away for the small time in the morning, the rest of my clan also begins to stir. More often than not, it is Emma awakening and meandering into our bedroom to awaken her Daddy. However, this time, he got out of bed and began preparing for his day before hearing from her.
When he got out of the shower though, he heard a faint little cry coming from another part of the house.
"Help. Help me! Help me!" she cried.
Jeremy goes racing out of the bathroom trying to find her. In his haste, he blazes past her only to hear her redirect him. "I'm in here!"
He turns around and goes back down the hall to her bathroom to find her at the potty. -side note: we have returned the potty training chair to the bathroom because of her recent bout with accidents due to her illness. So she can go to the bathroom on her own. She just can't dispose of it on her own. - Jeremy finds her in the bathroom, pants down around her ankles. Her pull-up that she was wearing for the night is off and DRY. She has gone potty in the potty chair; wiped herself appropriately; and was now trying to attempt to put medicine on her bottom.
You see, Emma thinks that if you poop, you must apply some sort of ointment afterwards. So we keep some Balmex in a basket on the back of the toilet to sooth her 3 year old mind. This means that she went poop and waddled like a penguin over to the big potty to get this tube of Balmex and now, because of an inability to see her backside, yet a strong desire to "do-it-herself", had created an adorable polka-dot pattern of salve on her two butt cheeks trying to apply medicine.
Even Emma laughs about this one.
When he got out of the shower though, he heard a faint little cry coming from another part of the house.
"Help. Help me! Help me!" she cried.
Jeremy goes racing out of the bathroom trying to find her. In his haste, he blazes past her only to hear her redirect him. "I'm in here!"
He turns around and goes back down the hall to her bathroom to find her at the potty. -side note: we have returned the potty training chair to the bathroom because of her recent bout with accidents due to her illness. So she can go to the bathroom on her own. She just can't dispose of it on her own. - Jeremy finds her in the bathroom, pants down around her ankles. Her pull-up that she was wearing for the night is off and DRY. She has gone potty in the potty chair; wiped herself appropriately; and was now trying to attempt to put medicine on her bottom.
You see, Emma thinks that if you poop, you must apply some sort of ointment afterwards. So we keep some Balmex in a basket on the back of the toilet to sooth her 3 year old mind. This means that she went poop and waddled like a penguin over to the big potty to get this tube of Balmex and now, because of an inability to see her backside, yet a strong desire to "do-it-herself", had created an adorable polka-dot pattern of salve on her two butt cheeks trying to apply medicine.
Even Emma laughs about this one.
Friday, May 09, 2008
coming soon...
I have loaded pictures of my girls - yes, even Abbi. They will be appearing at a blogsite near you. I was reminded with my recent trip to Texas that I am falling down on the job of keeping you all posted on the progress of my little ones. ABBI IS 6 MONTHS OLD! WOW! She is too much fun now. She laughs and giggles and yesterday Emma spent the afternoon entertaining Abbi by playing peek-a-boo and dancing around like a mad woman. Abbi would just cackle and laugh hysterically. It was such a blessing to my day. I know many of you know this small pleasure. I really see them being the best of friends. Yes, I might appear naive, but I am praying for it now and I know God will protect this desire of my heart.
Also, today we are getting DirectTV. We are emerging from the 20th century to the 21st century in a minor way. Recently, our church had 14 or so pine trees cut from our property. When we first arrived here, we attempted to have Direct and Dish come and install. Both said, "no, go" because of the trees. With this amount gone, we thought for sure, one would be able to do so. Dish says no for the second time and Direct says yes on the SECOND OPINION. So, to touch back on the trees and to give you an idea of how many are still on the property, I still have turned on our air conditioning. We are just running ceiling fans and we are having highs in the 80s here. We love it though.
One last thing, if you take a moment today, my brother is celebrating his birthday and it would be grand if you commented on his blog with a hearty cheerful greeting. He is no longer jaceonline.com, but has reconfigured his comments to thecynicalchristian.com.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON!!
Also, today we are getting DirectTV. We are emerging from the 20th century to the 21st century in a minor way. Recently, our church had 14 or so pine trees cut from our property. When we first arrived here, we attempted to have Direct and Dish come and install. Both said, "no, go" because of the trees. With this amount gone, we thought for sure, one would be able to do so. Dish says no for the second time and Direct says yes on the SECOND OPINION. So, to touch back on the trees and to give you an idea of how many are still on the property, I still have turned on our air conditioning. We are just running ceiling fans and we are having highs in the 80s here. We love it though.
One last thing, if you take a moment today, my brother is celebrating his birthday and it would be grand if you commented on his blog with a hearty cheerful greeting. He is no longer jaceonline.com, but has reconfigured his comments to thecynicalchristian.com.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON!!
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Emma and the Bush
One Thursday before Christmas, Emma, Abbi, and I went on a playdate with our friends the Burttrams - better known to many of you as the "other Emma". Emma's mommy, brother and Emma joined the Powells for an afternoon of outside play at one of the parks in a nearby town. A lady that I had attended church with at my home church informed me of this new park that existed in this new subsection of town that was designated simply for athletic fields and playgrounds. I thought that would be great because it would be newer playground equipment and something neither of us had done before. Many of the local parks are great, but they have playground equipment from when I was little, so some of it isn't as safe as one would like. Well, let's just be honest, you have to supervise more than on the newer parks and therefore more is required of the parent. I know, I am lazy.
So we go to this new park. All but one gate was locked and we snuck in that one gate. Nobody - I mean nobody was there. However, the gate was open and I had been told it was for everyone. So we parked and went up to one of the small playground areas that butted up against a ball field. The girls had fun and the babies slept or just enjoyed the breeze. Then it happened.
You see, both Emmas are potty training. Emma B. announces that she needs to potty and my Emma is adament that she does not. Well, Emma B's mom, being the resourceful and responsible person that she was, decides to take them both because we knew if one did, the other would need to go soon as well. The potty room was locked. Panic follows now. If we load them into the car, then we pretty much kiss the playtime goodbye. We also risk an accident in a carseat on the way to a nearby potty. There were some restaurants just down the road, but please take into account the amount of time it takes to load a toddler and a baby and to drive while missing bumps and then unload a toddler and a baby and find a bathroom that is suitable.
I do have a rather large paranoia for public bathrooms, but it is heightened all the more with a 2 1/2 year old who can (and will) touch everything. I just winced. So you also must take into account the time it takes to rationalize in my mind which bathroom will require the least amount of sanitation in the process and which bathroom do I not mind sitting my carrier down in. I am now sweatting with the cringing and stiffening of my muscles. Ugh!
So, again my very wise friend decides that we cannot dilly dally. We must find a place to relieve the girls at the park. So they did. They found a secluded area and Emma B was able to go potty. Then my Emma realizes that she too needs to go potty. She looks at me with that panic and I know we are very short on time. We go and try the bathrooms once more because someone had driven by and stopped at the concession area. NO such luck.
I then tell her that if she will go in the bushes, she will get some ice cream. I've lost my mind, I know, but she is now motivated. We high step into the shrubbery arrangement - yes, an arrangement meaning not something secluded to the side of the park. It was an arrangement of bushes in the middle of a walkway between two ball fields. Understand, I was under desperate measures. I had to do it. I had to I tell you. It was life or death. So we walk out into the middle of these bushes that were no taller than Emma (2' maybe) and she drops trow. Then she did it! I was so proud of her. She was strongly opposed to going potty outside before and then with the help of our friend Emma and ice cream, she was able to go potty in the bush.
Here is the problem. My child had trajectory output and voided on her pants anyway. She didn't soak them, but enough that new pants were needed. I didn't care. I was just so proud that we could overcome such a dilema. Isn't it sad that I will gladly let my child urinate in a bush, but I cringe at the thought of a public bathroom. I am psycho, I know.
So I change her and we go, where else, but to Dairy Queen. Both Emma's get milkshakes and as we leave the restaurant, my Emma squeels, "let's go pee in the bush, Momma." It was so much fun, that she now desires to make it a regular activity. Oh my little Alabama girl...
So we go to this new park. All but one gate was locked and we snuck in that one gate. Nobody - I mean nobody was there. However, the gate was open and I had been told it was for everyone. So we parked and went up to one of the small playground areas that butted up against a ball field. The girls had fun and the babies slept or just enjoyed the breeze. Then it happened.
You see, both Emmas are potty training. Emma B. announces that she needs to potty and my Emma is adament that she does not. Well, Emma B's mom, being the resourceful and responsible person that she was, decides to take them both because we knew if one did, the other would need to go soon as well. The potty room was locked. Panic follows now. If we load them into the car, then we pretty much kiss the playtime goodbye. We also risk an accident in a carseat on the way to a nearby potty. There were some restaurants just down the road, but please take into account the amount of time it takes to load a toddler and a baby and to drive while missing bumps and then unload a toddler and a baby and find a bathroom that is suitable.
I do have a rather large paranoia for public bathrooms, but it is heightened all the more with a 2 1/2 year old who can (and will) touch everything. I just winced. So you also must take into account the time it takes to rationalize in my mind which bathroom will require the least amount of sanitation in the process and which bathroom do I not mind sitting my carrier down in. I am now sweatting with the cringing and stiffening of my muscles. Ugh!
So, again my very wise friend decides that we cannot dilly dally. We must find a place to relieve the girls at the park. So they did. They found a secluded area and Emma B was able to go potty. Then my Emma realizes that she too needs to go potty. She looks at me with that panic and I know we are very short on time. We go and try the bathrooms once more because someone had driven by and stopped at the concession area. NO such luck.
I then tell her that if she will go in the bushes, she will get some ice cream. I've lost my mind, I know, but she is now motivated. We high step into the shrubbery arrangement - yes, an arrangement meaning not something secluded to the side of the park. It was an arrangement of bushes in the middle of a walkway between two ball fields. Understand, I was under desperate measures. I had to do it. I had to I tell you. It was life or death. So we walk out into the middle of these bushes that were no taller than Emma (2' maybe) and she drops trow. Then she did it! I was so proud of her. She was strongly opposed to going potty outside before and then with the help of our friend Emma and ice cream, she was able to go potty in the bush.
Here is the problem. My child had trajectory output and voided on her pants anyway. She didn't soak them, but enough that new pants were needed. I didn't care. I was just so proud that we could overcome such a dilema. Isn't it sad that I will gladly let my child urinate in a bush, but I cringe at the thought of a public bathroom. I am psycho, I know.
So I change her and we go, where else, but to Dairy Queen. Both Emma's get milkshakes and as we leave the restaurant, my Emma squeels, "let's go pee in the bush, Momma." It was so much fun, that she now desires to make it a regular activity. Oh my little Alabama girl...
Monday, December 10, 2007
Couch Phone
I have so many new stories to share and pictures to post. I plan to get one a week maybe as the year comes to an end. I will not be more ambitious than that, but I have some sweet moments to share and some hilarities as well. We are the Powells, you know? I will begin by my absentmindedness that occurred the other day. As most of you know, I am now learning to balance two children. Please know that I will continue to commend those of you who have multiple children and work and deal with all of the other extras in life. I have 2 small ones and neither are playing soccer or softball and I am just now getting into somewhat of a groove. Whew!
Last week I was packing my things to go to my father's house for the evening and this is the event that occurred. I find that if I get Emma ready first, life is somewhat easier because she is contained (somewhat) and is also in "helper-mode" if needed for little sister. She is come along so well with the adjustment of a sibling. At first, we had your normal drama of everything being so devastating and tragic and magnified, but now she is getting into the swing of things. As I was preparing the girls and myself to leave, I loaded them strategically. I first took Emma out to the car and got her secure with a toy and closed the door. I told her that I was going to get her sister and would be back.
I ended up coming back to the car with bags and odds and ends probably 4 times, before I brought Abbi out and each time Emma would ask, "now are you going to get my sister?" I felt like a dolt, but I kept forgetting something and I would remember just as I would enter the house to get Abbi. The last time I went back into the house, it was the ever needed cell phone that I remembered I needed. We had been unable to find it earlier that day and I thought we had called it and it didn't ring. I had suspected that it was dead and I would find it eventually in a diaper bag.
With one last attempt to find it so that Jeremy could get a hold of me, I called my cell phone from the house phone one more time. The trio of Pattie Labelle, Celine Dion, & Mariah Carey singing "You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman" began blaring out of our living room. I jumped with anticipation because the battery was still alive. So I start seeking out the sound. It leads me to the large blue couch. I think, "Oh, it must have fallen down in the cushions out of my pocket last night."
I begin sticking my hands down deep into the recesses of the couch. Nothing! I have to call the phone again, because it quit ringing. By now, I have the cushions off the couch and I am pressing my ear against the bottom lining of the frame. Again, these divas begin bellowing from the depth of my furniture. I then slide the couch back against the wall thinking it might be under the couch. Nothing!
I wrestle with the couch for a good 5 minutes. Keep in mind that Emma is still out in the car and Abbi is in her car seat in the kitchen. Both are just waiting on Mom - as usual. I am now dumbfounded. I can even feel the couch vibrating when the phone rings. I know it is in there, but how the heck do I get to it. I then vaguely remembering something falling the night before and thinking it was the remote control, I did nothing. It was my phone and it had fallen so deep within the couch it hit the floor through the frame lining on the bottom of the couch. So now I think, I've got to turn the couch over. Then I realize, that me having this phone is not as crucial as my two children who are waiting on me to get the show on the road - literally.
So now, I call Jeremy at work and decide I will just tell him I am off to my father's house and he can reach me there later. You know, inform people of your agenda like we did in the good old days - pre-cell phone years. What an idiot I am? I call and get the church secretary who informs me that Jeremy is meeting with someone. I then request that she just tell him where I am and I don't have my cell phone. I also explain to her why.
She then says to me, "well there's another 'What the Crap?' moment." It hadn't even dawned on me how retarded this event was until she said that. I have become so accustomed to these outbreaks that they are the norm.
More later - Emma and the Bush, Dad's Sit-ups, Do You Not Know?, Abigail Jo, Barbie Girl, But It's OK Mom
Last week I was packing my things to go to my father's house for the evening and this is the event that occurred. I find that if I get Emma ready first, life is somewhat easier because she is contained (somewhat) and is also in "helper-mode" if needed for little sister. She is come along so well with the adjustment of a sibling. At first, we had your normal drama of everything being so devastating and tragic and magnified, but now she is getting into the swing of things. As I was preparing the girls and myself to leave, I loaded them strategically. I first took Emma out to the car and got her secure with a toy and closed the door. I told her that I was going to get her sister and would be back.
I ended up coming back to the car with bags and odds and ends probably 4 times, before I brought Abbi out and each time Emma would ask, "now are you going to get my sister?" I felt like a dolt, but I kept forgetting something and I would remember just as I would enter the house to get Abbi. The last time I went back into the house, it was the ever needed cell phone that I remembered I needed. We had been unable to find it earlier that day and I thought we had called it and it didn't ring. I had suspected that it was dead and I would find it eventually in a diaper bag.
With one last attempt to find it so that Jeremy could get a hold of me, I called my cell phone from the house phone one more time. The trio of Pattie Labelle, Celine Dion, & Mariah Carey singing "You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman" began blaring out of our living room. I jumped with anticipation because the battery was still alive. So I start seeking out the sound. It leads me to the large blue couch. I think, "Oh, it must have fallen down in the cushions out of my pocket last night."
I begin sticking my hands down deep into the recesses of the couch. Nothing! I have to call the phone again, because it quit ringing. By now, I have the cushions off the couch and I am pressing my ear against the bottom lining of the frame. Again, these divas begin bellowing from the depth of my furniture. I then slide the couch back against the wall thinking it might be under the couch. Nothing!
I wrestle with the couch for a good 5 minutes. Keep in mind that Emma is still out in the car and Abbi is in her car seat in the kitchen. Both are just waiting on Mom - as usual. I am now dumbfounded. I can even feel the couch vibrating when the phone rings. I know it is in there, but how the heck do I get to it. I then vaguely remembering something falling the night before and thinking it was the remote control, I did nothing. It was my phone and it had fallen so deep within the couch it hit the floor through the frame lining on the bottom of the couch. So now I think, I've got to turn the couch over. Then I realize, that me having this phone is not as crucial as my two children who are waiting on me to get the show on the road - literally.
So now, I call Jeremy at work and decide I will just tell him I am off to my father's house and he can reach me there later. You know, inform people of your agenda like we did in the good old days - pre-cell phone years. What an idiot I am? I call and get the church secretary who informs me that Jeremy is meeting with someone. I then request that she just tell him where I am and I don't have my cell phone. I also explain to her why.
She then says to me, "well there's another 'What the Crap?' moment." It hadn't even dawned on me how retarded this event was until she said that. I have become so accustomed to these outbreaks that they are the norm.
More later - Emma and the Bush, Dad's Sit-ups, Do You Not Know?, Abigail Jo, Barbie Girl, But It's OK Mom
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Pow-Pow Powerwheel
As I awakened undisturbed today, I decided to rise and begin my day earlier than usual and try to actually accomplish many things in the morning as opposed to my usual 2-3 items. I was beep boppin' along just great and got out of the house before 9:00am. That is huge for me right now. I was ready. Emma was ready -with fixed hair and cute outfit to go. There was a rummage sale going on in my hometown and I decided I needed to go scout out for some rugs. We are about to move into a lovely home with all hard flooring and I own about 3 rugs - none of which match because I am a garage sale junky these days. We had a great time upon entering the Rummage Sale, but it became time to go when people began to notice me. Why is that?
You see, before then, Emma was behaving beautifully. She would get a toy, bring it to me and we would giggle together about it and then she would put it back. Then she discovered the racks of clothes. This is a secret that she also somehow inherited from me. I LOVED to hide from my mother in clothing stores. LOVED it. Sometimes I would take her to a place of near cardiac arrest though because she couldn't find me and I was just standing there. Emma now does the same thing. God just giggles all the time at me. Three beautiful ladies from my home church came to talk with me and ask how I was doing. They were all in my mother's Sunday School class at one time. They, of course, want to see Emma. And she, of course, wants to hide and be 2. After a while of coaxing, she comes out. However, she is not going to let me live down that I have removed her from her comfort zone. She now proceeds to draw more attention to us than the hiding was doing. She whines for me to hold her. She whines about being asked to speak to the nice women. She pulls at my shirt and eventually stretches it to where she can pull it over her head and hide from the ladies that way.
I attempt to talk to her because dragging her into the parking lot for a more stern conversation just isn't right at this moment. However, I am getting there. I then check out - 3 books for Emma and a Hummingbird cake to take to the wonderful gentleman renovating my house. As we are checking out, my daughter announces to the patrons that she needs to go potty. I pay and we head back to the potty. This makes everything better in my world, because see, we are potty training. I am just elated that she told me instead of going in her Pull-Up. We get to the potty and she decides she doesn't want to go potty. She cries and whines and I am dumbfounded. My daughter has a thing for public restrooms. We have to coach her into any of them because there are one's that are out there to get small children. You know the ones - AUTOMATIC FLUSHERS. You place a tiny body on this large seat and expect the sensor to react appropriately. Not gonna happen. One too many times, I have placed her on one where she feared for her life as it flushed and appeared to be attempting to suck her down in the great unknown. So from that point on, I have to assure her that Mommy has control of the flushing mechanism and it won't get her. Regardless, no pottying.
Then she wants a brownie. They have nuts in them, and quite frankly, I don't think we have merited a brownie. She wants her juice. She doesn't want her juice. She wants me to carry her. Etc.
I am determined to not stop with my list of things to do. Emma is. We begin to head to the next town down the road that is somewhat larger and has more shopping. I have a dear friend that has a birthday approaching and I wanted to go to an actual retail store to look for her something. It wasn't open yet. I decide that I need a cappuccino. I stop to get it, but I am an idiot. I have to get Emma out to go in the store (heavens no, there is not a Starbucks out where I live people). She is still whiny and still wants me to hold her around strangers and I am 8 months pregnant and just not gonna do it. After that crying escapade, we proceed to go to the Flea Market. I figure it should be open and I can look for rugs there before heading back to the department store for my friend's gift.
I know that by this point, many of you are saying, "Why Jodi? Why would you do that to yourself?" I am thinking I can handle it. She, for the most part, minds fairly well and when we are not disturbed by strangers, we are ok. It was sensory overload though. We went into the market and got 1/2 way down the first isle and she needs to go potty again. Without describing it all over again, the results were the same. I am now severely agitated.
We go back out and I have her hold my hand. I let her stop to look at things, but keep it to plush non-fragile things. We make it up and down about 4 isles and I decide that I am tired of asking her to keep up and we should just go get the birthday gift and head home. BTW, there were no RUGS. We turn down the final isle (for us) for the day and there was a booth full of powerwheels. I was intrigued as well. Emma currently has a yellow bug that she loves and they had another. I thought, Abbi could have a matching one. Then I saw the Barbie Jeep. Oooo! Christmas!!! Great price too. However, I couldn't buy it right there. While we were looking at it, Emma climbs onto the police motorcycle next to it. I didn't think a thing about it because really, how long had they been sitting there? Apparently, not long enough to drain a battery. She hit the gas and before I could grab her, she drove it into a dividing wall between two booths. I know the entire market heard it. God was gracious enough to not let anything fall or break. I immediately jerk her off of the bike put it back and drag her out of the store. I was mortified. Sweet Lord! What could have come of that?
I have now regenerated myself and might try to get out again later. For now, the flea market is just for Mommy. I learned my lesson all you tenured parents. You go giggle with God now and we will talk later about other life lessons I have yet to learn.
You see, before then, Emma was behaving beautifully. She would get a toy, bring it to me and we would giggle together about it and then she would put it back. Then she discovered the racks of clothes. This is a secret that she also somehow inherited from me. I LOVED to hide from my mother in clothing stores. LOVED it. Sometimes I would take her to a place of near cardiac arrest though because she couldn't find me and I was just standing there. Emma now does the same thing. God just giggles all the time at me. Three beautiful ladies from my home church came to talk with me and ask how I was doing. They were all in my mother's Sunday School class at one time. They, of course, want to see Emma. And she, of course, wants to hide and be 2. After a while of coaxing, she comes out. However, she is not going to let me live down that I have removed her from her comfort zone. She now proceeds to draw more attention to us than the hiding was doing. She whines for me to hold her. She whines about being asked to speak to the nice women. She pulls at my shirt and eventually stretches it to where she can pull it over her head and hide from the ladies that way.
I attempt to talk to her because dragging her into the parking lot for a more stern conversation just isn't right at this moment. However, I am getting there. I then check out - 3 books for Emma and a Hummingbird cake to take to the wonderful gentleman renovating my house. As we are checking out, my daughter announces to the patrons that she needs to go potty. I pay and we head back to the potty. This makes everything better in my world, because see, we are potty training. I am just elated that she told me instead of going in her Pull-Up. We get to the potty and she decides she doesn't want to go potty. She cries and whines and I am dumbfounded. My daughter has a thing for public restrooms. We have to coach her into any of them because there are one's that are out there to get small children. You know the ones - AUTOMATIC FLUSHERS. You place a tiny body on this large seat and expect the sensor to react appropriately. Not gonna happen. One too many times, I have placed her on one where she feared for her life as it flushed and appeared to be attempting to suck her down in the great unknown. So from that point on, I have to assure her that Mommy has control of the flushing mechanism and it won't get her. Regardless, no pottying.
Then she wants a brownie. They have nuts in them, and quite frankly, I don't think we have merited a brownie. She wants her juice. She doesn't want her juice. She wants me to carry her. Etc.
I am determined to not stop with my list of things to do. Emma is. We begin to head to the next town down the road that is somewhat larger and has more shopping. I have a dear friend that has a birthday approaching and I wanted to go to an actual retail store to look for her something. It wasn't open yet. I decide that I need a cappuccino. I stop to get it, but I am an idiot. I have to get Emma out to go in the store (heavens no, there is not a Starbucks out where I live people). She is still whiny and still wants me to hold her around strangers and I am 8 months pregnant and just not gonna do it. After that crying escapade, we proceed to go to the Flea Market. I figure it should be open and I can look for rugs there before heading back to the department store for my friend's gift.
I know that by this point, many of you are saying, "Why Jodi? Why would you do that to yourself?" I am thinking I can handle it. She, for the most part, minds fairly well and when we are not disturbed by strangers, we are ok. It was sensory overload though. We went into the market and got 1/2 way down the first isle and she needs to go potty again. Without describing it all over again, the results were the same. I am now severely agitated.
We go back out and I have her hold my hand. I let her stop to look at things, but keep it to plush non-fragile things. We make it up and down about 4 isles and I decide that I am tired of asking her to keep up and we should just go get the birthday gift and head home. BTW, there were no RUGS. We turn down the final isle (for us) for the day and there was a booth full of powerwheels. I was intrigued as well. Emma currently has a yellow bug that she loves and they had another. I thought, Abbi could have a matching one. Then I saw the Barbie Jeep. Oooo! Christmas!!! Great price too. However, I couldn't buy it right there. While we were looking at it, Emma climbs onto the police motorcycle next to it. I didn't think a thing about it because really, how long had they been sitting there? Apparently, not long enough to drain a battery. She hit the gas and before I could grab her, she drove it into a dividing wall between two booths. I know the entire market heard it. God was gracious enough to not let anything fall or break. I immediately jerk her off of the bike put it back and drag her out of the store. I was mortified. Sweet Lord! What could have come of that?
I have now regenerated myself and might try to get out again later. For now, the flea market is just for Mommy. I learned my lesson all you tenured parents. You go giggle with God now and we will talk later about other life lessons I have yet to learn.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
BSU Choir
Hallelujah! Salvation and Glory!
Honor and Power unto the Lord, Our God!
For the Lord, Our God is Mighty,
And the Lord, Our God is Omnipotent,
And the Lord, Our God, He is Wonderful!
All praises be to the King of Kings,
And the Lord, Our God. He is wonderful!
All praises be to the King of Kings,
And the Lord, Our God. He is Wonderful!
Ha - Le - Lu - Jah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Ha - Le - Lu - jah! He is Wonderful!
Ha - Le - Lu - Jah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Ha - Le - Lu - jah! He is Wonderful!
As I was singing to my daughter while allowing her to drift off to sleep tonight, I recalled this favorite staple of BSU Choir at Samford and longed for the other parts to sing with me so we could sing the rounds as it should be. I hope Emma gets to sing it one day.
He is Wonderful!
Honor and Power unto the Lord, Our God!
For the Lord, Our God is Mighty,
And the Lord, Our God is Omnipotent,
And the Lord, Our God, He is Wonderful!
All praises be to the King of Kings,
And the Lord, Our God. He is wonderful!
All praises be to the King of Kings,
And the Lord, Our God. He is Wonderful!
Ha - Le - Lu - Jah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Ha - Le - Lu - jah! He is Wonderful!
Ha - Le - Lu - Jah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Ha - Le - Lu - jah! He is Wonderful!
As I was singing to my daughter while allowing her to drift off to sleep tonight, I recalled this favorite staple of BSU Choir at Samford and longed for the other parts to sing with me so we could sing the rounds as it should be. I hope Emma gets to sing it one day.
He is Wonderful!
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