Getting Ready for Vacation

With two and a half days, (and counting), until we leave for vacation, I need to pack.  It used to be so simple.

My husband and I would each have our own suitcase and that would be it.  Two suitcases, perhaps a few odds and ends, maybe a small cooler for snacks and drinks on the way.  Our four door Hyundai Elantra was always plenty big for the four hour drive to Campbell’s Resort on Lake Chelan.

Now, our two gigantic carseats take up all the space in the back seat.  So no room there.  If we were in the Elantra, we would only be able to rely on the trunk.  Luckily, during the last year we have acquired a Honda CRV, (mama’s best birthday present ever!), so we’ll be able to take everything we will “need.”

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It’s Just a Little White Lie…

I am a terrible liar. Some could argue it’s a great quality to have. Except when it comes to surprises, I have a hard time pulling it off.

I very rarely lie to my children, but when I do, it’s usually a doozy.

Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, Leprechauns…

Yesterday, I introduced Miss Z to the Binky Fairy. Yes. She’s real.

Either that, or I have a three year old that still relies on a pacifier to fall asleep.

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Power Trip Lady

This post was originally published 3/18/14 in Blogger.  I thought I would re-post it in hopes for some advice…or at least some encouragement, “No, your kid isn’t the only 3 year old not potty trained yet.”

According to the extensive research I have done on the subject of potty training, there are two main reasons a kid won’t cooperate.  First, they are afraid of the toilet.  It’s cold, it’s loud, and when something goes in, as far as we’re all concerned, it never comes out.  Second, they are stubborn. Continue reading

The Potty is for Suckers!

*This post was originally published 2/4/14.
Ever have one of those moments where you think, “How did I get here?”

As I was rocking my 7 month old to sleep for his nap, I kept thinking that.  Not because he was squirming and kinda screaming, but because of the pee I was still covered in from when my 2 1/2 year old daughter peed on me minutes earlier. Apparently I was not thinking clearly enough to put the upset baby down, go downstairs and change my clothes.

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