So, it begins.  Potty training, that is.  This is something I have dreaded ever since I first thought of having kids.  I haven’t been in a big hurry to start with Aeralyn, but she has recently started showing some interest in the potty.  Gammie and Papa bought her a potty seat for Christmas, and Aaron put it together a couple of weekends ago.  She’s only eighteen months old, so I’m not pushing her or expecting alot from her right now.  But yesterday, she pee-peed in the potty.  I clapped and danced and made a HUGE deal out of it, of course.  And I gave her a treat (a marshmallow).  Now she thinks that just by sitting on the potty, she should get a treat.  Maybe after a few more days she will get it. 

Today while she was sitting on the potty, I decided to sing a song to get her motivated.  I sang, complete with killer dance moves I might add, “Potty like a big, Potty like a big girl…”  to the tune of Party Like a Rock Star.  I know, I’m so creative.  Problem is, she liked my song and dance so well that she decided to stand up and dance to it while peeing all over the rug under her feet. 

What can I say, I’m a rock star.    

Really though, I shouldn’t get too excited since I caught her the other day dancing to the rhythm of the dishwasher.  Yes, the dishwasher.  This kid will dance to anything. 


Month Eighteen

Dear Aeralyn,

You’ve been eighteen months old for almost two weeks now, and I’m still not having any easier time with it.  Eighteen months sounds so toddlerish and so much less babyish to me, and that is very hard to handle.  You are growing entirely too fast for my liking.

 Today was your well baby checkup.  You have finally exceeded the 20lb mark.  You are actually  21lbs even, and 30 inches long.  You are staying in the slightly below average range for weight and height.  Thankfully your pediatrician is sweet and reassures me that you are a healthy girl, just a little on the petite side.  You are just now getting into 12-18 months clothing, much to my despair because mommy thought she was smart by buying all your summer clothes last year on clearance in 18-24 months size.  Maybe you will grow into them before summer is over. 

Your pediarician was so impressed with how social and sweet you are.  You never once protested when he was listening to your heart or looking in your ears and nose.  He even held you for a little bit while you smiled and laughed at him.  I couldn’t be happier with your outgoing personality. 

We turned your carseat around in the car this month, and you were ecstatic.  You love to look out the window and play with your toys without having your legs squished into the back seat.  I like that I can see you better now and hand you things easier.  Like your cup for instance, that you drop no less than 37 times in a 5 minute car ride.  But atleast you are happier and more comfortable now.   

Each month, you have learned so much that it has been hard for me to keep up.  This month is definitely no exception.  You are almost constantly talking now.  You still have alot of baby jibber jabber, but you also say plenty of phrases and words that we can understand.  A few nights ago after your bath, you were examing the picture hanging above your changing table.  It is a picture of you sleeping when you were a week old.  You looked at the picture and said “It’s a bay-bee” followed by “It’s a cute bay-bee!”.  After laughter and praise from me and your daddy, you kept going.  You said “Bay-bee night night” and “sleepy”.  Then you kissed the picture and said “awwww”.  It’s amazing to me just how much you understand about the world around you. 

Your sweet and compassionate side has really started to show this month.  One of your favorite things to do is wrap your baby doll in a blanket and rock her in your rocking chair.  You softly pat her back and whisper “It’s awwww-wite baby.  Shhh.”  It makes me melt every time to see you act like that.  You have a routine at night where you run to give daddy hugs and kisses, and then you tell him  “Wuv you bay-bee, night night”, and he repeats the same to you.  Then you come to me and repeat the process all over again while you nestle down for me to rock you to sleep.  It is by far my favorite part of the day. 

Happy eighteen months punkin’!  I love you more than words could ever express.


Hey y’all!  Aeralyn is over her little bout with the flu, which was thankfully not a terrible one.  I somehow managed to avoid it altogether, which is obviously a miracle.  Although, I did manage to catch strep throat.  That sucked royally, but atleast it wasn’t the flu. 

I’m glad that you all think this strawberry peeling nonsense is just as weird as I do.  And yes, peeling a strawberry can be done.  As long as you have a very sharp knife, a steady hand, and somebody who has more patience than I do.  Aaron does it every summer.  He painstakingly peels every little strawberry that he wants for his yummy strawberry shortcake.  And I point and laugh while eating mine right in front of him saying “You know, if you weren’t so weird, you could be eating that instead of peeling it!”  I know, I’m mean.  Also, I don’t peel his strawberries for him because 1.) he is a big boy and can do it himself 2.) everyone gets nervous when I hold a knife and 3.) there would be no strawberry left to eat if I was doing the peeling.  Which is exactly why I am not allowed to peel potatoes or cucumbers, or any other thing that needs to be peeled.  But wait!!  Now I can because Santa was nice enough and brought me the Rotato!  And I love it more than I could ever express. 

Now, I’m going to beat this strawberry thing in the ground and never mention it again.  Okay, maybe not ever, but atleast not for a while.  I just have to tell you this story so that you will know exactly how strange my husband really is. 

On our wedding night, we stayed at a nice hotel in downtown Savannah.  When we got there, we noticed someone had sent chocolate covered strawberries with a bottle of champagne to our room.  They were from my sister, and I thought that was such a nice gesture.  Very romantic, right?  Except no, not at all because when I tried to give one to Aaron, he made a grimacing face and refused.  I thought, you have got to be kidding me, but sadly, he was not.  He couldn’t eat them because he couldn’t stand the seeds.  So, I ate the whole plate of strawberries by myself, and that turned out to be much less romantic than sharing them with my new husband, as you can imagine.    

So, this seems to be some kind of illness that my daughter has inherited from her father.  I have tried several times over the last week to get her to eat strawberries, and it just ain’t happening.  Oh well, more for me!

Wow, it has been a while since I’ve done a Tatertot Tuesday.  She is so busy it is hard to keep up with her these days!  Here are some pictures of her and her best friend, Flurry. 





I just shared a big bowl of fresh strawberries and grapes with Aeralyn.  We also shared the same spoon.  Somehow, I seemed to forget that she has the flu. 

Gee, that was a bright move.

Also, my kid doesn’t like strawberries.  Yes, STRAWBERRIES!  And they were good and sweet too.  Who seriously doesn’t like strawberries?! 

Oh yes, I forgot.  Her father also doesn’t like strawberries.  Unless they are peeled.  It must be hereditary. 

Pity Party

Hello internet!  Hope you haven’t forgotten me.  I’ve sat down to write a post several times in the past couple of weeks, but as soon as I start writing, I delete everthing and walk away.  I’m in one of my moods right now where I’m just feeling a little blah, and I can’t really think of anything positive to say.  Woe is me, yadda yadda yadda, and who wants to listen to that?  Especially when there is no logical reason for me to be in this mood. 

I’ll give you a little taste of what it’s like to be around me right now:  Yesterday, I needed to go to WalMart (don’t even get me started on how much I hate WalMart) to get some groceries and other things for Aaron’s granny.  There was a LONG list of things for me to get because she is moving into a new house and instead of moving all of her 90,000 year old things with her, I was there to get her some new stuff.  The list was 2 pages long, and I was prepared for a marathon shopping trip.  I remembered to bring a ton of snacks, books, and toys to keep Aeralyn entertained.  I remembered to take the stroller out of the trunk of my car so that I would have enough room to fit all the stuff I was going to get.  I remembered everything I would have normally fogotten, except for the list.  The TWO PAGE list that my inlaws and I had painstakingly agonized over to make sure that we had everything to make granny’s transition into the new house a smooth one.  I noticed that I didn’t have it as soon as we got in the store.  I emptied the contents of my enormous diaper bag right in the middle of the aisle, frantically searching for it.  All the while I’m picturing exactly where I left it, but I still kept looking because maybe, just MAYBE it was in there somewhere.  As you can probably guess, it wasn’t.  And since I live out in the middle of nowhere (seriously, it takes me a minimum of 20 minutes to get anywhere), it wasn’t like I could just dash home and get it.  So instead I fought back tears in the middle of WalMart because I new if I let them start, that I would end up having a breakdown right there. 

So, you can see that my emotions are a little wacko right now, and for whatever reason I’m feeling sorry for myself.  I’m doing you a huge favor by not posting much right now, trust me. 

Also, Aeralyn has the flu.  This is definitely the most pitiful I have ever seen her, and it is breaking my heart.  We are quarantined to the house through Sunday, and if she still has a fever then, I’ll have to take her back in for more tests.  So keep your fingers crossed that this passes quickly and my little girl gets back to her silly self. 

I hearby declare that Valentine’s Day shall never occur on a Thursday for the rest of eternity.  Thursday is just such a blah kind of day if you ask me, which you didn’t of course, but I have an annoying habit of telling you things that you never cared to know.  And also rambling. 

Back to Valentine’s day.  This one will be rather uneventful considering that my husband will be working until 8pm tonight.  I guess you can say we already celebrated last Saturday since we went to the mall and I got to pick out a couple of cute spring/summer outifits.  And then my lovely husband bought them for me without even a groan or an eye roll.  Then, THEN!!  he proceeded to ask me if I needed new shoes to go along with the new outfits, and y’all?  I almost died right there because he was totally serious.  The only reason I am documenting this is because I am sure that it will never happen again.  

After that we went to our favorite mexican restaurant where I got my first alchoholic drink (a margarita, of course) since November 2005.  Yes. you read that right.  You have to remember that I have either been  a.) pregnant or b.) breastfeeding since December 2005, so I was in dire need of a drink.  And it was so good, but oh so incredibly LARGE.  Also, a little strong, but that was probably just due to the fact mentioned above.  After half of it, I am sorry to say that I was a little on the tipsy side.  It’s sad really, terribly sad.

So that was my Valentine’s extravaganza.  I planned to take some pictures of Aeralyn in her cute little Valentine’s outfit, but when she woke up from her nap, her diaper had leaked all over it.  It is currently in the washing machine and she will most likely be wearing it again tomorrow when I will take pictures and just tell her that they were from Valentine’s day 18 years from now.  

Hope you’re feeling the love today!