If I Had A Boat...

I love that Lyle Lovett song. If you haven't heard it, be ashamed that you've been living under a musical rock and go listen to it.

Since we haven't been leaving the house much with all of this potty training, we've been coming up with some interesting (not really) games to pass the time. Here is Abby's boat. She's wearing her fisherman's hat and her wand is her fishing pole.

And doesn't every fisherman need some books, a baby doll and things to snuggle with? Yes. Yes they do.

and, praise the Lord, we finally have undies that fit.

357. our water table

368. laughing so hard i cried

369. listening to sermons in my kitchen

370. amazon gift cards from coinstar

Poop!

Sweet Auntie Emi stopped over today. Abby looooooooves her. Wouldn't stop talking to her. At her. With her. Talking, talking, talking.



And here's the poop clean up on aisle 7 that occurred while Emi was here -- one pair of pants (mine), one onesie (ford's), one burp cloth and one shirt (mine). All. covered. in. poop. That glorious yellow super slimy poop. Yes. It was everywhere. Oxyclean to the rescue.


And, here is the "poop" station (for Abby) as we try to potty train. Books in order to hang out and take our time...and extra undies!



Here are my reasons for potty training (other than the fact that Abby tells me almost every time she goes numero uno or dos):

1. i want to.
2. i want to.
3. i want to.
4. i'm tired of buying diapers.
5. i'm tired of changing poopy diapers.
6. i want to.

Hows that? I want to. Not sure if Abby does...And the key to any successful potty training is "waiting till the child is ready"... so i'm not holding out tons of hope. Bob the Tomato fruit snacks hold lots of bargaining power, however. That, and lots of prayer.

353. a fairly uneventful night of sleep
354. a car with crazy great a/c
355. a whole slew of people looking for tiny undies
356. a party full of people cheering when abby came out of the potty

Panties!

As I mentioned the other day, we finally went shopping for big girl panties. (Side note: Those of you who know me well will be shocked that I use the word "panties." I hate that word. But when it is in reference to little girls, the word seems to fit. So sue me. I've changed. But I still -and always will- wear underwear. There. Now you know.) This meant driving to the next town over (hello, Glendale!) to go to the H&M to find little girl size 1-2. I can't find tiny panties anywhere else (smaller than size 2). Go ahead. Look. Online. In stores. And lemme know. It's tough being tiny, I tell you. So, off we went and there were lots of "yes, mom" and "okay, mom" and "sure, mom" and "thank you, mom" all morning in anticipation. The girl can turn on the charm. She was pretty excited for someone who won't commit to going only in the potty. Hence, the panties. Hoping they will help!


We parked and were in and out of that place in less than 15 minutes. And for the Americana, this is a feat (not to be confused with "feet" and Abby's new favorite book)! Once we left, all she could talk about was how she put her hands in the fountain and someone came over and told her "not to do that, please." Which left her feeling like this:


Update on bookcamp potty training tomorrow!

349. malted chocolate chip cookies
350. oxyclean
351. so you think you can dance (i'm hooked!)
352. encouragement from people you've never met (via the web)

Recuperation

Somehow, someway, the photo I had planned for today disappeared off of my phone (meaning, "someone" got a hold of my phone and erased it.) Abby was commiserating with me -- and walked around with flesh colored tape covering a piece of gauze on her nose all morning. I had some nose surgery a bit ago and I've been recovering. Both Grandmothers were here to help and boy, did I need it! When the doctor tells you not to lift anything, I'm not sure if he knows what he's asking of a parent with two under 2.25! But out that measly little non-cancerous growth had to come....and so...while I was busy trying not to do anything strenuous (which pretty much leaves doing the dishes which neither grandma allowed me to do), Abby was...

giving air kisses since Germs Aren't for Sharing:


blowing bubbles like a pro:


cooling off her feet in the pool:


washing her shoes in the pool:


deciding to go for it and get everything wet...


and washing her dress in the pool (on extremely dirty cycle):


To top it off, she and grandma made a fruit pie. YUM.






and....Abby's favorite book of the week is (finally!) this.


345. getting my stitches out!
346. www.thepioneerwoman.com
347. shopping for big girl panties
348. accidents that help us learn

Fordy found...

his thumb!



After getting awfully quite on the floor (and attempting to roll over), i saw his eyes fluttering shut while he sucked his thumb. Maybe this means more self-soothing at 3am!

Today Abby asked me, "Mom? When is bible study?" Music to my ears! You wouldn't know by this picture that she wants fall to arrive... she's still knee deep in summer love.



342. pinterest
343. tiny girl undies
344. bath time love

Chairs & Shoes

Abby loves watching the Esther Veggie Tales video. Especially the part where the "crazy lady" barks. Yep. A lady singing about dogs actually barks. Fascinating for a two year old.

Abby now wears a size 5 shoe. I know. Still tiny. But she's wearing some pretty sweet little shoes from target these days. And of course, crocs are still the biggest hit.

And the big news? The really big news? She's been sitting at the table and giving the high chair the high sign. See ya later, baby chair! Abby's moved to the big table.

So...since I never take his picture, here are a few....just "because!"





338. missing things showing up
339. reading before bed
340. direct application of scripture
341. a change of heart

"Sush"

Abby's play on words continues. We went to "sush" for the first time -- Sushi! She loved the veggie roll. I loved the Ikea high chair that cleans up nice and isn't all "restaurant dirty."


Grandmama got Abby a spectacular gift recently -- Bob, Larry & Laura in stuffed form. Holy. Moly.


Until Red tore them apart when we left one night. I had to whip out the sewing kit before dawn the next morning when the little lady would wake up, asking for them. Those veggies will never be the same again.


And Fordy says, "hit me with your best shot." He's now grabbing things and going to bed early at night. Wahoo!


And when it was time to say goodbye, Pop Pop got a big hug :


335. a tub that drains
336. books, books, books (time to read!)
337. only ONE night feeding last night. RAD!