Dentist day...

Yesterday I took Bailey and Bridger in to the dentist. Each one had to get a cavity filled. Bailey has really deep grooves in her baby moles (which is were the cavity occurred) and so they sealed her baby molars too. Bridger had a small piece chip out of his tooth that they were afraid a cavity would come so they just treated it like one and filled it. Bailey was feeling a great deal of anxiety about the whole thing and on the way over asked me if it was two oclock yet? I said yes it is. She said, "Oh I hate two oclock!" I inquired why and she replied,"because that is when I have to get my cavity filled." Makes sense. But when they called her name, she jumped up and ran back like she didn't have a care in the world--and came out delighted because she got to pick out three prizes. I was delighted too because the dentist told me he was only going to charge me for three teeth even though he sealed six and give me a discount on the three--because baby teeth aren't covered by insurance--I don't know why he did that--just because he is a good guy and likes our family--but hey, I will take it--I felt like I got to pick a prize too! Bridger was a little more subdued when he came out of the back (even though he got to pick out three prizes too). We he got out into the parking lot he looked at me very seriously and said, "Mom do I have a metal tooth now?" I replied "no." He let out a sigh of relief and said, "thats good! I was afraid of that they gave me a metal tooth." His fears revealed, he was able to concentrate on the three prizes he got too. Oh, while we are talking about things that people dread--I will post a little update on potty training. Yesterday, Kes brought me a her potty insert and told me she needed to go poop. I was reading and didn't want to stop to put her on the potty besides I thought to myself--yeah right, you have NEVER pooped in the potty. One minute later she pooped in her diaper. Dang! Chalk on up to my laziness!

Birthday mania...

So last week we celebrated both Bridger and Bailey's birthdays!It was a busy fun week! Bailey had her first slumber party last Friday. It went very well--except Kes came down with the stomach flu in the middle of the night. Then Bailey got it the next day. When she opened her presents, she was excited but didn't have the energy to play with them till the next day. Then this last Friday, Bridger had a slumber party--it was a little more rambunctious! He had a good birthday too though! Here are some pictures of my 6 and 7 year olds (I am getting so old!)

St. Patty's Day--hoorah!

So our St. Patrick's day highlights where as follows...
Bridger,"I think I better wear red and green--so that Taylor will kiss me!"

Bailey "little leprechauns will pinch you like this"--demonstrating on everyone--Kes screaming and running for her life as Bailey attempts to pinch her...this continues all day long!

all the kids, "Mom, you aren't wearing green! Here wear this!"(pulling out something from the bottom of the laundry hamper) No one will dear pinch me--because if the green doesn't warn them off, the smell definately will!

Bailey to Bridger "who is saint Patrick?" Bridger "A guy who lived a long time ago--and was really lucky." I'm glad she asked him and not me because I have no blooming idea!

Where did Bailey go?

So we celebrated Bailey's birthday last weekend because Levi is gone all this week. I will post pictures of her birthday when Levi is home to help me (technical idiot--remember) Anyways, today it is so beautiful out nearly 70 degrees that I took her to the park after preschool to play. The main problem--no bathroom. So after about an hour, I had to go--so we had to go. Bailey was a little put out, wondering why I couldn't just go behind a tree as she had earlier. Anyways, her angry bubbled to the surface and she finally said, "mom, I hope you pee your pants." I responded with, "Bailey! That wasn't very nice. Where did my sweet Bailey go?" To which she replied without skipping a beat--"China. And she is not coming back anytime soon!"

Bailey's tumbling recital

After unsuccessfully trying three times to download video of Bailey on the balance beam--I gave up. Here is a picture of her before her big performance instead.

Why moms are obsessed with pooh...

As a teenager, my sisters and I used to tease my mom that she was obsessed with bowel movements. Today, I was startled by the thought that I am kind of fixated on pooh. Probably because I am in the process of potty training (but I will get to that later) I think all moms have pooh on the brain. Here is why. You bring this beautiful sweet baby home from the hospital only to discover that it poops every time it eats! You became alarmed at the sheer number of diapers you go through daily. And not only that, but the pooh does not stay neatly contained in the diaper--it squirts up the back and out down the legs. After a four months or so you may not have nearly as many diapers, but then they start smelling bad. As mothers, we endure this because we love our children. I remember before I had kids changing a cousin's child's diaper and gagging. Now I can wipe bums with the best of them! Finally, the stinky diapers get to be too much for you (or in Kes's case, she comes to me and tells me that she pooped and wants me to change her diaper) and you think, I can potty train this kid. This is undoubtedly the worst time of your collective lives together. Now I have heard of the "fabled" easy to potty train kid--but I have three kids and none of them have been easy to potty train. Pull ups are a novelty at first but my children have no problem doing their business in them just like a diaper. Nope. I have to just put on the undies and pray for strength! And then come the accidents. For some reason, my kids can pee pretty well, but struggle when it comes to number two. And that is when things really go south on you. You are trying to shimmy a full pair of underwear down the legs without smearing poop all over it and yourself. Swear words are flying around in your head--and maybe one or two accidentally tumbles out on your tongue. My sister just told me she read in a parenting magazine that the average child takes 4-6 months to be fully potty trained. I told her that was the worst news I had heard in a long time! So if you survive potty training you have to deal with streak marks! My daughter manages to avoid this, but Bridger just doesn't seem to care. I had to give him a lesson in proper wiping techniques! After all a mother goes through, it's really no wonder that when a child tells you he/she has a tummy ache, your automatic response is "do you need to go to the bathroom?"