Tantrums, Poop, and Snuggles

So I had the afternoon from… well you know. So today the day started with Emma banging her door down. I’m so tired of her taking toys and using them as battering rams against her door. It’s annoying but I don’t know how to fix it. Then my sister dropped her dog off and it looked like the day was going to get better.

Hahaha! That was a funny joke. When we then got ready to go to the gym, things blew up again. This time she broke down in a tantrum because I said put on her shoes for the tenth time. (She totally knows what that means and she can put on her shoes all by herself.) This was followed by a two mile scream fest from home to the gym. Her face was a mess but I didn’t honestly care at that moment. It had just taken 25 minutes to get out the door and my nerves were getting frayed already. (This has happened every time we have tried to go out for the past three weeks.)

Finally all done with gym with an excellent Pilates class and I pick Emma up. She is all smiles and I am thrilled! Now the rest of the day will be great! Hahaha! She didn’t like the lunch I made and threw it across the room. I thought a nap would us both good so I put her down.

One hour later, she hitting the door (I think with her head) so I go in to see what’s wrong. Like every day this week she is naked and a huge pee spot is on her bed. Only there is a certain oder that is now present. She has also had a poop and her diaper is no where to be seen. Finally I found it in her toy chest only my next nightmare happened – poop marked diaper with no poop. Becoming very frustrated, I search her entire room for it and can’t find it.

I called my husband for support and finally found it in her play kitchen’s oven. Yay!!!!! I get it cleaned up, get a new diaper on her and then call my mom for a venting call. I was getting so mad at my situation that I knew I had call someone or I was going to cry. As I was talking with her, her prayed over me and I started to calm down. She promised that I would laugh about this someday and said that it was probably time potty train Emma no matter what now.

That last little part did not make feel good. Emma still won’t pee in the potty. She is happy to pee on the floor after sitting on the potty but not in it. So I am dreading trying it again. Maybe I am cut out for only one child. Getting such a tough one the first time around, is making me second guess trying for another. Maybe my infertility right is a blessing and not a curse… I don’t know. All I know is what happened next was the reason why people do have more children.

She can get me so worked up at just raising a little person with her own mind, but then all she has to do is lay her head on my shoulder and all that frustration goes away. When she wakes up, we are off to AWANA and I get to have two hours to myself 🙂

But if you could pray for us as we go after the  goal of getting Emma potty trained that would be appreciated. I didn’t it was going to be this hard. S]But she’s my little princess and I love her so much.

(She has marker on her face if anyone was wondering.)

 

Still a Country Girl

I had to laugh at my little girl this past weekend. We have been doing a lot of yard work getting our garden ready and grass under control and Emma has been a real help. She has gone and got me buckets and helped carry the hose around. But today was the first time she was actually able to be a country girl in the city. It was warm enough it didn’t matter if she got wet and was able to able to run around in just her boots and diaper. She was one happy toddler!

Who wouldn’t love to go back to being a kid again where it is ok to get messy? I know some days I wish I could. She just makes me smile. It’s also nice to be able to give her a little bit of country in our suburban life right now. I grew up in the country and loved my childhood. And Emma actually spent her first year and a half on that same property where my parents have a horse, goats and our chickens. So I wanted to give her that since of good old growing up in an area that is really busy and urban. So here she is getting to be a kid and doing what kids do best.

Leave a comment below if you have a little one in your life who makes you smile. Leave a cute story if you want too! 🙂

My Gardening Buddy

Tis the season for breaking out that shovel and getting your hands in the soil to plant the new seeds for that spring garden. My husband and I have been rather busy putting ours together. We planned on doing small things but that had quickly climbed to 3 raised beds, 9 tomato plants (6 normal and 3 cherry), 14 potatoes planted, 4 trees (2 breeds of avocados, a lemon, and a clementine), 6 basil plants, 6 batches of strawberries, kale, spinach, carrots, rosemary, zucchini and enough onions to make any one cry. The crazy part is – we aren’t done! We are still going to peppers, more herbs, cantaloupe, watermelon, and even black beans. (Deep breath in!)

How am I going to take care of all this? I know I am in way over my head but I love it! It gives me something to do to provide for my family all year round and I bought my hubby a dehydrator for his birthday so now we can so even more! But I am not doing this all on my own of course. I have my husband’s help but, most of all, I have Emma! And she is a great help! Sometimes it’s not in the way I would want but she is there none the less and this is my chance to teach her something that she won’t learn in school.

She will get to learn where her food comes from and how hard it is to actually get it. That it takes time and a lot of work just to get one plant to grow. She will learn responsibility (which is dying fast in our young people today) and how to take care of something other than herself. She will learn about death and how not all plants make it, but there’s where learning from mistakes and problem solving come in. She will learn how to fix something to make it better.

All of these things she should be learning at school but she won’t. I know I didn’t. I didn’t learn anything about responsibility from public school. I learned that all from home. I was a nine year old out riding on the trails by my house with my own horse (of which I started providing everything for by age 14) with no one. How? I knew how to take care of myself and what to do in case of an emergency. We still didn’t have cell phones at that time. I am actually happy to say that I can remember a time when people weren’t strapped to the little device. So my mom would drop me off, I would go ride and then return at the allotted time planned. Because I was taught all the lessons above at a young age, I was able to do so much more. It came with more responsibility but my childhood was something that most little girls only dream about.

I just didn’t have one horse, I, at one time, owned five. I trained one colt and brought another home. He bonded with my mom and now he is ten and is her trail horse. I got to do 4-H and dominate in my class, I got to go to AWANA a earn my Citation Award, I have 300 Endurance Riding Miles under my belt and countless other Horse Show ribbons in a box in storage. This isn’t to gloat but rather to show what some training about the simple things life can do. Where someone can go if they are given the right tools.

I want to equip my daughter to be successful.  I want her to grow up and be her own person and to do the things that she wants to do. It doesn’t have to be horses. My sister is 22 and has a thriving business as a hair designer called Beauty Designs by Audrey. She graduated high school with her first salon station and ready to start her career. My parents have a successful body work called Bowenology. My husband does Youtube videos now with his most popular one about Everydollar.com. What do these things all have in common? We are old fashion people who know that value of hard work, and the start of that for my daughter is going to be this garden.

So she is my gardening buddy and I can’t wait to show how to dig her first hole 🙂

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Where’s Emma?

 

 

When You are Tried

So Emma is starting to going into that sleep regression I guess toddlers go through around the age of two. She thinks that 2:00am is a great time to get up and play which is would be fine if she was in like China or something. At first I was really annoyed by it. I mean she had finally been sleeping through the night in her big girl bed (or should I say on the floor next to her big girl bed) for about two weeks and now she wasn’t sleeping through the night again.

Then one night she actually had a bad dream. I mean she woke up screaming in fear. Needless to say, I popped out of bed and ran to her side. When I opened her door, she clung to my leg and just cried “Mama! Mama!”. She was so glad I came to her. The other times were just because she was bored and wanted to play but this time it was a need for me to be in her room at that moment. So I picked her up and sat with her little arms clinging around my neck as tight as they could.

That moment right then and there made the last few night of getting little sleep worth it. She knew that I would be there for her even though this was the time she had actually needed me. And it gave me a good chance to sit there and tell her how much I love her an how much Jesus loves her. Then I got to pray over her for protection and her salvation. I was in there for probably about 45 minutes but they were precious minutes. And when she was done, she climbed back into her bed, grabbed her monkey, and said “Night, Night”. Her moment of need was over but I had been there to help her trough.

With my current situation I have to remember that God treats me like a little child like Emma. Not in a degrading way but in a loving way. I am His child and He loves me no matter what. When I have doubts and failures, it’s like when Emma gets up in the middle of the night. God is there when I whine or just am plain bored with life. But when a real thing happens, He is even quicker to come and save the day when my heart cries “Abba! Abba!”. He is there in an instant to hold me and tell that He loves me. And the best part is that He doesn’t have a time limit and will hold me until I want Him to let go.

So the next time you are with your kids and they are not sleeping well, think of how God does the same thing for us. He is there for us whenever we need Him even if it is 2 o’clock in the morning.