Getting There...

We are approaching day five with only two potty accidents! Praise God! I'm so happy and proud of my little guy. He runs to the potty without any assistance and does his business. The only problem is that he insist on taking his pants and underwear all the way off. That drives me crazy. He's always been like that. Even when changing his diaper as a little guy, he would always take his pants off even though I could change him without doing that. So I still have to be in the bathroom with him to make sure he gets his underwear on right, though I am trying to teach him how to put it on properly. We are almost there to being fully potty trained! No one could have told me 10 or even 5 years ago that I would ever get this excited about someone going to the bathroom.

What a boring day of doing nothing. We only have one car right now, which really limits our outings. I've spent the day thus far washing most of the dishes and making homemade baby food for Devin. When I started feeding Dylan solids, I found this great site called Wholesome Baby Food. This site teaches you everything that you need to know if you ever thought of making food for your little one. I love to make Devin food. It saves money, I know that what he is eating is healthy, and it's made with the highest standards-mine! The only problem is that my laziness gets in the way to the point where I let the food that I buy spoil and go bad. So today I resolved to do some cooking because I'm tired of being wasteful. I had baked a few sweet potatoes a days ago. How lazy am I? They were in the fridge still wrapped up in foil and sitting on the baking sheet from the oven. I took all the fruit that I had bought for Dev, cooked them, cut them up, pureed them and put all the food in ice trays in the freezer for later. Plus, I cleaned up most of the kitchen. Hey, I'm not Super Woman; I'm just happy with what I've accomplished already.

A friend of mine told me today that she and her family are moving to another state. How exciting and scary at the same time. Scary to me because of the unknown and having to start all over again. To some that's not scary at all, but welcomed. I've moved to different cities within the same state. I went to college out of state and even had a house there. But I always knew I would return to Georgia. I even dragged my husband away from his family and friends to live here. I don't know how long I can keep Bart here though. He's always talking about moving somewhere, anywhere but here. As a truck driver, he's had the opportunity to travel and see different areas. He's been saying for at least a year that he wants to move to Iowa. That's doubtful in my mind. Not because of the recent flooding (please keep those people in your prayers), but because it's nowhere near the beach! Is that silly? Well, that's what I want. I told him that we could move if he could gaurantee me, in writing, about two weeks in Miami or somewhere on the beach along the Gulf Coast. In fact anywhere that there's clear water, sand, sun and it's tropical. So far all this talk about moving is just that-talk. But who knows....

We have recently moved to a house of our "own." We were living in my parents finished basement for a number of years to save some money. Needless to say that didn't happen according to plans. We moved this Mother's Day to our own place. But is it really ours? It's actually the house that I grew up in as a kid. My parents still own it and have been using it as a rental property all these years. Since no one has been living here for months, they agreed to let us moving in. I'm sure mostly to get their house back from the ever growing toy collection and the increasing noise level of my loud children. ;>

Moving here was scary enough for me. Ever since I had Dylan, we had been living with my parents and two sisters (plus a cat and a countless number of dogs). I've had a steady support system in place for the past three years. If I needed a break, someone was there. If I needed help changing a diaper, someone was there. If I needed an extra set of eyes, there were more than enough. I wasn't sure if we moved if I would be able to handle these two kids on my own. Well, we're still standing strong. I just need to learn to have confidence in myself.

And that statement goes towards every area of my life, not just in dealing and raising my kids. I need to have confidence that with God's help, I can do anything. He's given me so many abilities. I just let doubt and fear enter into my mind too often. I really have to work on that. I need to trust in myself and in God. That's my little pep talk for today!