(SAD) I miss my Aunt Clara. Wish she were here to see how I've grown as a woman, as a mother. She would be so proud of me. I would give anything to see her.

on an adventure

me: "hey soph! look! i drew you a treasure box!"

sophie: "can i open it?!"

heart = melting

Operation PACI

So, at Sophie’s last doctor’s appointment – a 3-year-check-up – (which was a couple weeks before Christmas) the Doc told us it was time to ditch the paci.
We were in total agreement, “we” being Asher and myself, but had already discussed it and had planned on letting Santa “take the paci’s and give them to kids who don’t have any” and Sophie seemed on-board with this.
We mulled it over with the Doc, he agreed, “set a date and stick to it…”

So, Christmas Eve, Soph went to sleep with her yellow Paci. Christmas night…she did not.
It has been 16 nights since and Sophie has successfully gone to sleep by 8 every night……………………………….without. a. paci.

To have had a pacifier every single day for 3 years and then just drop that shit cold-turkey…..that’s AMAZEBALLS.
For real. Even I’d be pissed. I think we’ve heard her mention it a total of 4 times since….but it was just a mention….not a beg nor a plea or a cry…

I’d say that’s pretty freaking awesome.

Also.

Potty-training.

Same goes. Sophie has successfully worn panties for the past 17 days, all day with only 2 accidents.
She’s had 3 overnight pull-up changes…but, that’s still pretty good odds. She does great at night if we curtail the drinking after 6 and if she’ pee’s one last time before going to sleep.

Hey. I’m tooting the horn, okay? This is good stuff. This is the stuff of which dreams are made.

She’s got the potty licked.

To say I’m proud is an understatement.
Not just proud of her but proud of Asher and myself, as parents.
When you meet a milestone or jump over the many hurdles of the first few years…it’s just a great feeling, such a relief.
Just one less thing to have to stress about (and when I say stress….that’s mainly me, I’m a worrier, okay?”)

BAZINGA.

It's not so much having to go to work that makes Mondays suck, it's not being able to spend the day with the kid. She IS what makes a good day.

Disgruntled.

Some (most) people are incapable of forming an original thought. Happy New Year, conformists. Let the 'keeping up with the Joneses' begin.