01 July 2011
Its a crispy winter morning here at my house in Auckland New Zealand.
I sit at my computer grateful for my dressing gown.
Loving the sunshine pouring into the room, warming my fingers as they tap the keys.
I love, of course, my very easy-going happy-go-lucky three year old Scrag.
We awake to his singing and stories, huggie-huggies and moochy kisses every morning.
But every silver lining has its cloud.
This sweet sweet boy is so laid back he just does not care to toilet train.
He is three. He knows what to do. He just can't be bothered.
This morning he emerged wearing undies. I thought, Great, maybe he's getting interested at last.
I reminded him what to do. We visited the toilet together and had a successful wee.
I walked away thinking, I'll remind him in half an hour, just to be sure...
Well. He walks into my room not twenty minutes later and says, "Mummy change my pooey bum!"
Arrrggghh! Poo in undies!! The worst kind. The reason I have stuck to pull-ups.
You can bet we threw those disgusting undies away. And put on a pull-up.
Wet undies I can do. Pooey undies? Nuh-uh.
I am so not loving toilet training.
And lack of interest on the part of my boy.
The other two kids had been in undies for over six months by this age.
Arrrgggh! I've tried sticker charts, stamps, bribes, time-out, losing privileges - what else is there?
Until he makes up his mind to do it we will be pull-up people.
Cos I am not prepared to scrape poo off undies.
There. I feel better now.
I just had to get that out.
Right where was I?
Oh yeah, loving, grateful - it's that time of the week.
I do have so much to be grateful for.
Grateful for a new medication which I was told I wouldn't be eligible for.
Grateful that I found a Doctor who would prescribe it for me and go into bat and get me funded!
Just two days ago I found out that I have been approved - my new much better medication is all ticked off.
I am soooo grateful - you have no idea.
This medicine hasn't even fully begun to work and already I feel clear-headed, calmer.
Oh and bonus: it does not make me put on weight.
Which means that now I have begun to lose the weight that was only there because of my old meds. I can zip up my boots easy peasy!!! And I even had energy to go for a walk around my mountain.
Oh I am loving that.
Sunshine, yep said that. Dressing gown, yep.
Coffee? Fruit toast? A Quiet house? Fridays?
All of the above I am loving and grateful for.
Loving hearing Dash giggling with his Dad. Loving seeing them snuggling on the couch, watching them tease each other playfully. Love that we have come through the rough patch better than we were before.
Grateful for the promise I held onto: "Great will be your children's Peace..."
Grateful that there is One who keeps His promises. And works miracles in unfathomable ways.
Loving my daughter.
Sunshine and thunderstorms, she is a girl of polar opposites.
Oh my goodness when is good she is amazing. Intuitive, kind, responsible, caring. And so good at tidying up. So helpful.
But when she goes off, she really goes off.
The whingeing sounds like a staccato machine gun.
The wailing, an air-raid siren in your ear.
Its like handling dangerous explosives at times.
She turns seven at the end of this month. Seven!
I was looking at her last night and thinking back to the moment the ultrasound technician said, "You're having a girl!"
The way my heart leaped, tears of joy spilling over.
So grateful I have a daughter. She's so different to me in so many ways, but similar in others.
Seven is a whole other world. I mean she actually looks eight already, she's so tall, but seven.
Not a little kid any more, a fully-fledged big kid.
Does it ever scare you how fast the years are racing by??
Well I think thats' all from me this week.
I have been on a blog-diet. Bloggy-Lite.
Trying to blog only when the kids are not here. Oops breaking my diet right now.
Better run, I can hear Scrag. Hoping its not another pooey one...