Late Edition for Not Me Mondays

I know it is Wednesday, but I have to confess. With having every one in the house sick over the weekend, that I DID NOT have a clean kitchen when I woke up on Monday morning and I DID NOT feed my boys ice cream for breakfast.

If we were all perfect people and everyday day was magical then the world would be a pretty boring place.

"I'm a big kid now!"

So potty training has always seemed to be a long process in our house. With the middle boy he has been reluctant to make a poo in the pot. He will hold it just to avoid it, then we wind up with a big messy. (I don't have to go into further detail, you can use your imagination.)

So the other day I am downstairs working on the computer, the oldest and Dad were on the sofa reading a book. I hear the upstairs toilet flush. I did not pay much attention to it, because I was too involved in what I was doing. I hear the toilet flush again, then again. By the third flush I was snapped out of what I was doing and thought to myself, two of the guys are downstairs so who is that? I quickly realize that my three year old is up stairs, so I race up stairs and I do you know what I saw....

The middle boy standing in the hallway with his pants around his ankles and a baby wipe wedged into his bottom and he says to me. "Mama I went poo and I am cleaning my butt, does that my you happy?" I fell to my knees laughing. It is an image that is burned into my mind forever. I also have to add that he had to waddle into the baby's room and climb onto the dresser/changing table where the wipes are kept, then waddle back into the hallway where I found him. I am pleased to report that everything made it to where it was supposed to go and there was not a messy trail behind the guy's footsteps.

Man, some days you just have to love having preschoolers and appreciate the magic they bring into your life.

The boy is 4 months today!!

Just 4 short months ago we welcomed the little guy into our family. Last night as I went to bed I was thinking it felt like yesterday when I was standing in my bathroom crying out loud to Christian that I felt like I was never going to have this baby and now here he is 4 months old already.

He is no longer a newborn, but a happy little guy. He is kicking and laughing (squeaking) most of his days. He is no longer this quite little sleepy guy, but a noisy, jolly little guy. He is no longer sleeping a 6 hours at a time at night, but getting up about every 4-2hours. So, I bet you can guess how I am feeling these days.

I have packed away his newborn and 3month clothes. As I put them into the boxes I wondered if this is the last time I will see these clothes. Many of the sleepers have been worn by all the the boys. Some cousins included in there as well. So there was some sadness there as I said good-bye to those sweet little clothes.

The Seb is waiting everyday with excitement for the next stage in the boy's life. He keeps hoping for a word to form out of all the hundreds of coos we hear each day. I for one am not wanting to move that fast. I have seen the next stages in life, although they too are fun. I am trying my best to experience the magic of each day with him.