The End Result

IT'S DONE!!!!
The wait, the stress, the anxiety is all over and my boy came out a champ in the end!! The first day was BY FAR the very very worst. My sweet angelic boy peed NINE TIMES IN TWO HOURS....yes you read that correctly, I never knew that I child could have so much pee in them.

It was ridiculous!

The morning went like this....

Cohen fights me to even put on his super cool big boy underwear (I swear we now have even kind imaginable, buzz lightyear, cars, incredables, Wall-E, diego, seasame street.. you name it I bought it)

Underwear finally on.. Check!

We try to stay in the kitchen (tile floor) as much as possible so lots of games, and puzzles happened that day, and even tried to go hangout on the potty for fun so that maye it can just happen naturally.... NO SUCH LUCK... Cohen is freaking out and fighting me trying to get off of the potty while Beautiful Baby O is trying with all of her might to get ON the potty- so with my hands I try to force cohen to just sit on the potty chair, while one leg is holding Olivia back so she doesn't end up inside the toilet (End Result... Baby O ends up playing in the tub while I try to be the expert potty training mommy)

But then mommy must attened to Baby O and off cohen goes to go potty in his big boy underwear while hidding somewhere that of course always had carpet NOT tile ;(

I make Cohen clean up his own mess... (which for him is actually more of a reward and pleasure then a punishment-- I know this boy is crazy)

I take him to the bathroom, talk to him about where he is suppossed to go and then put him in the tub to wash him off with cold water (again he tends to think this is funny most of the time.. not exactly the result I was going for)

Start all over..... this process happened 9 times in two hours...

Oh and let me please post that I think I called my mom in frustration 27x during those two hours

but then magically one time I sat him on the potty after washing him off and he went and then everthing CLICKED in one big Hallelujah Chorus!!!!! I can't say what changed from Pee #9 to Pee #10 but whatever happened WORKED and seriously since then the boy has had a very small handfull of accidents since that 10th time and he has been a MAJOR ROCKSTAR-- I am so proud of my baby boy, I mean BIG BOY!

I'm guessing by Olivia's quick admiration for the potty she will be a much younger age for potty training..... but then again we will see how much my life changes with baby # FOUR's arrival

LIFE is GOOD

I have photos that I took, but I am to lazy to search around the house for the cord to download the photos----- but you can imagine... 9 pairs of underwear in the bathtub, a basket full of suckers, stickers, books,a pinwheel, mommies cup full of ice water (for my sanity, don't ask why)a plastic broken slinky, candy, a towel, baby wipes......and it's not a very large bathroom let's please keep in mind!!!

POTTY TRAINING.......

ENOUGH SAID

no more sorries

so i have been feeling sorry for myself, which seems to me to be so ironic because the sickness is due to a blessing. Yet I still wake up everyday and feel sorry for myself. I'm sad I can't eat and drink a normal meal without seeing it 15 minutes later. I'm sad that I find it hard to do anything besides laydown and watch my kids play instead of playing with them. I'm sad that my precious mother comes over all the time just to give me a break from doing the simple everyday things that I used to do with ease.I'm sad that I wake up wishing that it was 9:00 pm so that i could be heading back to bed instead of getting up.... I know, know it's such a sad life, poor little ole me..

And then the other day God woke me right up with Nie Nie's post......... I now I wake up with praise in my heart for my beautiful grape size blessing that will soon bless this world.

So the next time you are feeling sorry for yourself like me read this


I am back.
Partly alive, but back.
Mr. Nielson did such a good job taking over my blog.

So...pretty much I just kick it in bed all day, and it's hard.
My once active life has been transformed into slow days in which I just take it minute by minute.
My children fly around me doing this and that, and all I can do is muster up enough energy to remember this is just temporary.
Claire and Jane are out the door each morning to school.
Ollie and Nicholas play around the house with GrandMary's toys.
The set-up here really is delightful, and I am in such good hands.
I just miss home.
I miss me.

I live in the place where it all began.
A boy.
A marriage.
Children.
A move.
A plane crash.
And now I am here again for surgery and a hunchback (which will magically turn into a neck)
I take so much medications and have heartburn from the antibiotic's.
My showers are comparable to someone scrubbing me raw until it bleeds.
Stephanie + shower= my wish that I had passed on to the other side.

And yet, I move forward forgetting the past and preparing for the future. Whatever that is.
I just ordered like a thousand dollars worth of hoodies because that is all that works over this big back of mine.

Sleeping is the worst, with 2 huge lumps on my back, I sleep on my side with pillows propped up against my back, and I wake up in pain, crying out for the life I once led.

My donor site is so tender and I itch like I have poison ivy all over my pale skin.
I hate to complain, but this is harder than I thought.


Next week Mom and Lucy are coming, I will look forward to that.

I heard it snowed in Utah, and to think that just today I hobbled outside and picked me a fresh orange off the trees.
Even in the midst of pain and suffering, the Lord always reminds me that life is a gift-no matter the condition.

Things I am grateful for today:
On-line shopping
Comfortable bed
Darling children
Tums
Baby wipes (don't ask why)
Pain medications
Dr. L.
Mr. Nielson

I need your prayers (again, and again) Thanks
-Nie