Reverse Psychology

***Disclaimer: My children are not perfect and I certainly make my share of parenting mistakes. This post is an example of both.

Nate and I tried a bit of reverse psychology on the girls tonight and think it might be working!

The problem: Potty words being used way too much.

Now, I'm thankful that our girls haven't ventured into the world of cuss words quite yet, but I am beginning to worry that my kids are using their potty words in front of other adults, say like their teachers or babysitters. I'm even afraid that they'll break out in the "Underwear Hula" at the children's message in front of the whole church. The "Underwear Hula" is not a potty word, per say, but a lovely dance that they made up when they are, of course, in their underwear. And please don't think that my kids run around naked all day, but they are always changing into some dress up outfit or changing their clothes a million times a day, which leaves a lot of room for the "Underwear Hula."

Back to the potty words . . . words like poo poo and booty butt are becoming, unfortunately, more and more common among the girls. It has gotten to the point where I have told them that for every time they use a potty word, they will have to go to bed ten minutes earlier. That worked for about ten seconds.

Smartie pants Abby came up with a way to get around that. All of the sudden, I heard in a high pitched voice, "booty butt, booty butt . . . . (and then in a hushed, scolding tone) Dee Dee (Abby's little bear), no no! You will have to go to bed ten minutes earlier if you say that again." And then she looks at us and smiles this devious little smile. I, of course, had to look away because I almost busted out laughing:)

This continued for a few days and it obviously wasn't working. Dee Dee was saying these potty words too many times and Abby didn't seem to care that if Dee Dee said those words that Abby would have to take her punishment.

So, I tried reverse psychology on them. I told them that saying booty butt and poo poo was okay and that tushy was a bad, bad word. I'm trying to trick them into not saying the potty words anymore and using a non-offensive word (which they think it offensive) instead. Every time we catch them saying tushy, we act like it's a big no no.

So far it seems to be working . . . we'll see if Dee Dee busts out with any real potty words in the next few days:)

A Perfectly Purple Third Birthday!

Today is Abby's third birthday and yesterday we had a purple party for her. It was fun to have some of her friends to help celebrate! Being three, means that Abby got to go to Sunday School with Jenna today. She was so excited to walk in with her offering in hand! When someone said happy birthday to her today, she would jump up and down, wave her hands, and say "thank you, thank you!" So cute!

Happy birthday to my sweet Abby!

Cake Anxiety

Abby's third birthday is on Sunday and we are celebrating with a party for her on Saturday. I originally was not going to have a party for her with her little friends--I was just going to do something small with the four of us. Then a few weeks ago, Abby kept asking me if her friends could come to her birthday party. How could I say no ?!? So . . . .I planned a small little party and invited the kids that she sees on a regular basis. When asked what kind of party she wanted, Abby said, "I want a purple party!" So a purple party it is:)

I also decided that I was going to go all domestic and MAKE her cake.

Now to many of you, this is not a huge deal. But I have never made a cake. I always buy them. But this time, I am going to make the cake and I am having lots of anxiety over this. What if I can't get the frosting to go on right or what if I can't get the perfect shade of purple for her cake?
Or what if the cake is lopsided? Or what if I royally mess up the little decorations that I am going to attempt to do?

In an attempt to curb my anxiety with this cake business, I bought way more supplies than I need, just in case I mess up. I probably only need one frosting mix, but I bought four. And I probably only need one cake mix, but I bought two.

I'll let you know how it all goes:)

Annual Jenna & Abby Pictures

Jenna-5, Abby-3. The pictures are low resolution because they are from the photographer. Enjoy!

Loving Well

This past weekend was our annual women's retreat for our church, and it was one of the best and hardest weekends I've had in a very long time. Our weekend was based on Beth Moore's Loving Well video series, and it was awesome. Let me first tell you that I LOVE LOVE LOVE Beth Moore---more specifically I love how she loves Jesus and women. But I secretly love her clothes, her big Texas hair, and her accent. I love that she lives in Houston, one of my favorite places ever, and I love that she has the ability to teach God's Word with such clarity and insight. She's hilarious and real, and I am glad to have spent a weekend learning how to "love well."

She talked about four different kinds of people. 1. Joy--People who are a joy to love. 2. Testy--People who are difficult to love. God tends to use these people to test our own maturity, working out what is self-centered about ourselves. 3. Foes--People who are your enemies, people whom you might hate. 4. Far--People we don't know.

Here are a few things that I learned this weekend:

* I am guilty of loving too wide and not deep enough with certain people.

* God measures maturity by how we love.

* We will not love well until we feel well loved.

* Love is God's Godness. It's not an emotion for him, it's who He is.

* Perfect love is not hampered by insecurity or anxiety.

* I love because I am loved by God, not because I want to be loved.

* God doesn't call us to blind love . . . we are to love with insight.

* We will never be more Christ like if we love those who don't love us.

* God is perfect love.

* Nothing can separate me from God's perfect love.

* God pours His perfect love into my imperfect heart.

* Accessed, I can love anyone through anything. (This is a big one for me.)

One of the best parts of the weekend was that I got to spend it with my girlfriends. God has given me a group of friends who are Godly, smart, hilarious, and loving. And I am thankful for them.

During our free time, we spent the afternoon in Santa Cruz on the rocks by the ocean. In the picture are Jessica, Megan, Michelle, Lorraine, Julie, and me.

Asthma or Post Nasal Drip?

. . . are the two answers from two different doctors about the uncontrollable coughing we've been experiencing with Abby. But before I tell you about that, these pictures are of Abby this week. I cannot tell you exactly when these were taken this past week because she ALWAYS wears this Rapunzel dress up. Always. As soon as she gets home from the sitter in the morning, she automatically puts this on. We walk in the front door and in a matter of seconds, she is naked and trying to get this on as fast as she can.

Notice, the red around Abby's mouth? When she gets a cold, she gets red, chapped skin, which can't feel very good for her.

Here's the health craziness that has been going on in our house over the past week. Abby has always had trouble with uncontrollable coughing when she gets a cold, especially at night. This started when she was three months old. I remember taking her to her pediatrician after three nights of sleeplessness. Abby had been up coughing all night. Seriously . . . ALL NIGHT. She was so little and I was so worried about her because she just wouldn't stop. I'm talking like coughing every 20-45 seconds all night. I stayed with her in her room and was so exhausted. I had no idea what was going on with her, but I knew that it wasn't normal for a three month old to cough like that. The odd thing was that she didn't cough during the day, and I was confused. So I went to my pediatrician, looking for answers. She had a little cold, but nothing that would cause this craziness. I remember going into the pediatrician's office wearing my glasses and thinking that everyone must be looking at me because I felt so out of sorts. I had been up for nearly three days! I was desperate for an answer. After evaluating her (remember she didn't cough during the day) he looked right in my eyes and told me that I was a paranoid mother and that I had a perfectly healthy child. He also added that he didn't have time to see well children like mine just to put mommy's minds at ease. :) After giving him a piece of my sleep deprived mommy mind, he mentioned that this could be an indication that Abby would deal with asthma in the future. I "fired" him right away, wrote a letter of complaint, and found a new wonderful doctor for the girls.

Abby always coughs at night with colds, and in the past year, she has had those same coughing fits when she runs or plays. I've had several people tell me that she could have asthma, but I thought that she might just react poorly to colds (since I'm a paranoid, overreacting mother, you know). But a few weeks ago, it was clear to me that she was having trouble breathing. I called the doctor when I couldn't even take her to the park because she coughed so hard after running around for thirty seconds.

Dr. Yen, our new lovely doctor, diagnosed her right away with viral infection/exercise induced intermittent asthma. She put Abby on an inhaler, and life has been much easier in the week that she's been on it. Dr. Yen also referred us to an allergist to see if allergies were possibly triggering her asthma.

Having Abby tested for allergies was, quite possibly, the hardest thing I've had to have her subjected to. She had a six pronged device dug into her back to test for allergies. While the nurse was digging this into her back, she was looking at me, screaming, undoubtedly wondering how I could let that happen. Meanwhile, Jenna was crouched in the corner of the room wiht her hands over her head, sobbing, because she couldn't take the fact that Abby was in so much pain.

In the end, she doesn't have allergies and the allergist refused to tell me that Abby has asthma. Instead, she insisted that Abby just has a hard time with post-nasal drip.

Whatever. I choose not to go with that diagnosis. Dr. Yen knows Abby and the inhalers are helping. So whatever. And boooooooooo to the allergist and while I'm at it, I'll send some boos to her first pediatrician too.

In order to get Abby to take her medicine and inhalers, Nate has turned into Dr. Daddy. See the picture below. :) He has an Elmo stethescope, an Elmo thermometer, a Hannah Montana type microphone headset, and some kind of kitchen utensil that magically turns him into Dr. Daddy. Thank goodness for Dr. Daddy because he can get Abby to take any medicine--she just needs a few giggles first:)

Fun to Fun

. . . that's how all the T-Ball games will end. There are no outs, no score, and all the girls get to hit every inning. It's really a great introduction to team sports and turned out to be a whole lot of fun for us as a family this morning.

So today was Jenna's first T-Ball game. Our team, the Royal Highnesses, played the Wildcats. It was quite amusing to watch girls who have little to know knowledge of how to play T-Ball get out there and play the game. Several girls ran from first to third, completely bypassing second. When a ball was hit, half the team would go for it, resulting in a big pile of blue on top of the ball. But the best was when a girl from the other team fielded a ball for us and threw one of her own teammates out!

It's all in good fun and a riot to watch these little girls play for the first time:)

The Royal Highnesses T-Ball Team

Jenna's first at bat!

A team huddle.

Three Minutes

I have tried to put all the play makeup far out of the reach of my little Abby, but she found it today. In no more than three minutes, she managed to make her face up so nicely! I was upstairs on the phone and after I was done only heard silence. Silence and Abby are always a messy combination!

Our First T-Ball Practice

How cute is the helmet and bat?

Matt and Nate teaching the girls to catch the ball with alligator arms

Coaches. Matt probably didn't know that it was a vicarage requirement that he coach T-Ball for his supervisor's kid's team:) Just kidding!