Thursday, September 29, 2011
It's time for an update on Violet's toilet habits! I can see her sixteen year old face now as she stumbles upon this blog in the future and discovers how often I wrote about her poop.
Violet is ten months old *sniff* *sniff* and has been using the potty since she was about two weeks old. Not exclusively, mind you, but quite often. She is getting bigger now so she is no longer peeing every ten minutes. She occasionally goes an entire morning keeping her diaper dry and getting her pee in the potty. She had been doing really well about pooping exclusively in the potty until we left her for a long weekend and the upset in routine threw her off. She's been sneaking the occasional duece into her diaper just before I get to her after nap or in the morning. But she still uses the potty to poop quite often so I'm not stressing about it.
I am super excited about BumGenius' new potty training pants! They will be available just after her first birthday. And the girl print is super cute! (Yes, Ryan, that's really why I want them.) That should be perfect timing to get really serious about taking her often enough that the goal is to stay dry all day. Nola was staying dry most days at seventeen months, and so far Violet has been a little bit ahead of her in the pottying game.
In other Violet news, she is army crawling with the best of them, gives the cutest little kisses out the side of her tiny little mouth, and points at anything interesting. She is still the happiest little thing, a little shy sometimes but in general she likes people. I'm still breast feeding, but otherwise she's eating real people food. No more jars. She does amazing with her two tiny bottom teeth. I feel so lucky to have her in my life.
P.S. BumGenius did not perk me for this endorsement. :) I just love them and am fairly confident their new product will be awesome. And, it's a super cute print. The prints get me every time.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Ryan and I just got back from a conference in Chicago. The girls spent the weekend with his parents. It was so good to see their little faces! Of course, we were all exhausted from our adventures.
We took the morning slow. Didn't do much. Violet took a morning nap and after she woke up we went to see Ryan at his office. We stopped at Hy-Vee for a couple cans of soup for the grown ups and a pack of macaroni for Nola. We chatted with Ryan over lunch, and saw Grandma Nita.
After lunch we headed home for naps. Violet snuck a poop in her diaper on the drive home. I think having formula for an entire weekend threw off her digestive routines.
I had grand plans to put together our new Expedit Bookcase from Ikea during nap times, until Ryan told me at lunch he "didn't trust me" to do that alone. So I crashed on my bed and read part of a book I got at the conference. (It's called "The Art of Curating Worship" by Mark Pierson. I haven't gotten very far.) It didn't take long before my eye lids wouldn't stay open and I fell asleep. (Not because the book was boring, far from it. The trip to Chicago was just too exciting to be restful.)
When Ryan got home he helped me put the bookcase together. The girls helped. :) It was a pretty easy build, actually. Now the extra room has room to walk without stepping on toys. And Violet can crawl around in there without us worrying about her choking on tiny dinosaurs. I love that it makes the space more accessible for the girls. I was inspired by this post to focus on creating an inspiring space for my girls to play and learn rather than go bonkers over choosing the right curriculum. Oh yeah, and Ryan was tired of stepping on the tiny dinosaurs. The bookcase saved the day for all involved. And the room
may not be over the top inspirational yet, but it did make Nolie say to Ryan later, "Come on! Let's go play with my new animals!" Nope. Not new. Just on a shelf instead of buried in a bin.
We had french toast for dinner. It wasn't very good. But it was the best I could come up with.
The girls went to bed. I surfed the web. Ryan played some video games. We watched Burn Notice. We went to bed.
Ah, Mundane Mondays, you're such a Plain Jane and I love you for it.