Where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed. -unknown
How many years will it be before my children will understand the following concept?
When I ask, "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" ....that means do you have any urge to go to the bathroom. Do you have any feeling at all?
When will they stop waiting until the very last possible second to run into the bathroom, just barely making it to the potty.
I am growing weary of my children telling me, in the car, that they have to go to the bathroom REALLY BAD! Every time I explain that if they have to go to the bathroom really bad, then they had to go 10 minutes ago when I asked them (before we got in the car.)
Sorry to those who are reading this and don't care about our potty situation. I just had to get it off my chest. No joke, I have had the same discussion with them about 20 times. When will it end? Well, I do know there is an end in sight. I can't foresee having this discussion with Brooks when he is 15, but you never know.
I can't say anything in particular happened today. Brent is gone alligator hunting. As if once last year wasn't enough, he is gone again. He called at 6:40 this morning to say that he, Justin, and Dirt got one last night and that they were guessing it was around 9 ft. Sounds like fun doesn't it? I was already awake with two boys, (that don't know it is the weekend,) when Brent called. The boys are old enough now that I try to doze back off while they get up and play, but that never works since they don't know how to play quietly together, nor do they know how to play nicely together. Brooks only had to stand in the corner once and Reese was only "disciplined" a handful of times today, so I guess it was a good day. It does make you realize how much you rely on your spouse when they are not home. My sweet husband usually gets up with the boys to let me sleep a little longer, since I get up before he does every other day. I don't know why I was rambling about that. School is going good. Brooks knows what to expect at school this year so going back to school hasn't been as life changing as it was last year. He was excited yesterday because he got to play with his "girlfriend" on the play ground. She is in a different class this year. GASP!!! I asked him if she was still his girlfriend and he said yes with an attitude of "of course." Reese has been to his new school twice. He loves it. He just runs in and starts playing each day. I know that isn't shocking though, he goes at everything full force. I am painting my bathroom. That doesn't sound like a big deal, but I am going from hunter green to white. First, the jury is out on how many coats it will take. Second, I know white sounds boring, but I will post some pictures when I get done because I intend for the focus to be on the accessories. It may all look terrible but only time will tell.......and time as in-I am taking my time. Lastly, I will leave you with a question. Why is it that you can go to a store, try on a bridesmaid's dress, order that size, and when it comes in, it doesn't fit like the one you tried on at the store? UGH!
Today was the first day of first grade! I cannot believe Brooks is growing up so fast. I am thankful that he couldn't wait to go back to school, because as we all know, that feeling won't last forever.I think Reese was happy for him! :)I wonder what he was thinking about as we drove to the school.You are almost there Brooks!In the class room hanging up his backpack.