The Epic Tale of Potty Training

Being a stay at home mom has really brought me to my knees.

Please know, I am not complaining, but I would seriously consider paying for day care again, if only to con someone else into the job of potty training this kid.

I know what you are thinking..."Leah, are you crazy?"

And today, I just may be.

In my defense, I have cleaned toddler poop AND dog poop out of the floor today.

I literally watched the child who has been practically accident free for days, stand in the middle of the room and pee, while starting at me to see my reaction.

And he followed that by pooping in the floor while I walked away long enough to get him some clean under pants.

Then my dog pooed on my new rug.

And Baby girl ruined a brand new outfit when she pooed up her back.

All that to say, anyone wanna take over the messy business at this house?

You will be highly compensated...if you consider Butterfingers and Twix bars as compensation...

The Straw that Broke the Camel Back

In case you aren't up on your Leah news, we are potty training.

Because moving into a new house with a newborn wasn't enough stress in my life.

Also? I started my diet this week.

Because there is no better time to diet than when you have lots of extra candy in the house in order to reward your potty trainer.

I may or may not be sneaking a mini Twix bar at this very moment.

Ok, so I'm not, but I'm clearly fantasizing about it.

Which is potentially as dangerous as eating it....

At this very moment, I can't decide which I would rather have...

A nap.

A  2 year old who won't poop as soon as I walk out of the room.

Or chocolate that makes you skinnier.

But I can tell you, they are all more mythical than a unicorn.

At least in the world I'm currently living in.

Some day

Some day my house won't be full of boxes.

Some day I'll be able to see my kitchen floor.

Someday I won't have to clean puddles of pee off my floor.

Someday I won't have to change diapers.

Someday I'll be skinny again.

Someday I'll have my boobs to myself again...kinda. (I am married, ya know...)

Someday I'll be able to watch something other than Disney Jr.

Someday...

Someday I'll miss these days.

So for now, I'm trying not to stress too much about all of it and enjoy it.

Because too soon they will only be memories of a beautiful, if hectic phase of my life.

I have so much to be thankful for, even in all this craziness!

Weekly Weigh In: Let the Games Begin

I don't feel comfortable doing this quite yet...

But only because I'm embarrassed...

Because I still haven't lost any weight.

As a matter of fact, I've only gained it.

Since I came home from the hospital, I have gained more than a pound a week!

Talk about depressing.

But in my defense...

1. I'm way smaller than I was last time at this point.

I know this because last time, I went back to work at 9 weeks.

And when I went back to work, I was wearing a 16-18....

Today, baby girl is 9 weeks and 2 days old, and I am wearing a 14.

2. Last time, I started my weigh in's at 4 months. And at 4 months, I weighed in at 178 lbs.

Today, at 9 weeks, I'm weighing in just over that.

Basically, if I start my weight loss next week, I will have a 2 month jump start on myself.

And have almost the same amount of weight to lose.

So where exactly am I weighing in at, you ask?

And here's where I hang my head in shame-isn't pretty...

And it's more than Techy...

But I gotta start somewhere...

So, let the games begin!

April

I'm over this month.

Already.

12 days in and I hate it.

But that's mostly because I'm too busy.

And my husband is no help.

He's even more busy than I am!

This month he is in the process of opening 6 new Verizon stores.

And I'm in the process of settling in our new house.

Taking care of a 2 year old.

Babying my 9 week old baby.

Waking the dog.

And making milk.

lots and lots of milk!

Oh, and have I mentioned I am forcing myself to get back on the elliptical?

Mostly just to keep myself sane.

Because, goodness knows I'm not losing any weight.

Today, I reached a breaking point.

I actually sat and cried.

But only for about a minute and a half...

Cause momma can't afford to waste no time crying!

Momma's got work to do!

Like getting my house to not look like this anymore!

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Blog Neglect

For those of you who still may occasionally check this blog, I apologize for the neglect.

I blame it on the fact that I don't have a computer to work on these days...

Coupled with the fact that I'm still attempting to unpack boxes, clean my house, and keep Techy in clean underwear while carrying for two precious little bits...

And now I shall distract you with their pictures.

The cuteness is a serious distraction, I know...

The Legend

When we were growing up, we were poor. My dad worked as a police officer and my mom was a secretary for a public school, and neither job afforded us what you would consider to be a lavish lifestyle.

My parents often found themselves struggling just to put food on the table.

I remember hearing my mom tell stories about going to chop wood with my sister and I asleep in the cab of the truck and then driving around knocking on doors until they managed to sell enough to buy a weeks worth of groceries. This was my legend...I don't really remember it, and yet I heard about it often enough to appreciate it. To really feel like this was my history whether I remember it or not.

That, my friends is likely how my children will feel about this epic move.

How we left Delaware while I was 20 weeks pregnant to live with friends until or house sold...

How we moved into a rental house 3 weeks before Christmas and then ended up stuck at the friends'house while we all recovered from the puke bug...

How we brought home baby girl and then the next day, Daddy left for a big business meeting that could mean huge things for his new company...

How we bought our new house and moved with a six week old and a two year old while Daddy's company opened 6 more stores in one month's time...

And how Mommy managed to move and clean the rental with both kids strapped in their car seats with Dora streaming to her smart phone for days on end...the only breaks being to feed the baby or change diapers...

This, people, will be the legend my kids get to live with. Because this is their history...

It's exciting, yes...

But it's seriously exhausting.