Potty-Training and Grape Juice

Neither was a hit.
Emmrie has been doing so good on her potty-training. Until yesterday. She wet every single pair of panties she owns. Plus some of her pants. I got sick of putting the pants back on her, so she walked around pants-less after a while. That was fun. Today she hasn't made it to the toilet all day. Again, she's pants-less and I even let her go naked from the waist down until I caught up on laundry. Several times I asked her (in my most excited voice) if she wanted to go potty and get a potty treat, and every time she would answer me (in her most excited voice), "No!" Then a few minutes later she'd walk over to me like a monkey, with her feet wide apart, saying, "Uh-oh, Mommy! I peed!" I began to think she thought it was funny. The last time it happened, I witnessed it all. There I was, at the sewing machine (I know- I'm so domestic), and she was standing on the concrete side of the laundry room floor (thankfully), then squatted down like a front lineman, bowed her head, and watched herself wet right through the panties. All you wonderfully loving and patient mothers who are reading this, please cover your eyes. I spanked her. She cried, and went naked until the laundry got dry.
So I went upstairs to get a drink.
I get frozen concentrate juices, and I like grape juice, but I always get the white kind, since we all know the joys of children with purple grape juice. But for some reason when I was at the store the other day, I thought I'd try the real grape juice- the purple kind. So today I decided to make it in a pitcher. I had already pulled the concentrate cans out of the freezer, and they had been sitting on the counter, thawing for a while by the time I finished spanking my daughter, cleaning her up, and feeding her brother. Oh, by the way, I was now holding and trying to burp a fussing Rhett, and figured I could multi-task. Just a quick suggestion for anyone wanting to try this at home: Don't. Just put the baby down. So I went to open the juice, and right as I'm popping off the lid, the whole icy can slipped right out of my hand and spilled all over the counter, dripped onto the floor and onto my shirt, pants and foot. The first thing out of my mouth was, "Of COURSE it had to be purple! Of COURSE!" I grabbed napkins to stop the dripping, then carefully walked to the swing to put Rhett down. Let me tell you- one can holds a lot of purple! I had to use a kitchen towel. It was beige. Now it's blue. Nothing stained but my clothes and my towel. We'll see how well they wash up. Now that all my laundry is done and I have to wait for another load. It took me a good 10 minutes to make sure I got all the syruppy mess out of my kitchen. Now my kitchen smells sweet, and my hands look like I tried to fingerprint both my palms. Emmrie walked her naked little bum upstairs right after I finished cleaning up the mess, saw the pitcher of juice, grabbed a cup, and knelt down on a stool at the counter to wait for some. I poured her a little bit, then went to grab her some dry panties. As I walked back to help her put them on, she spilled her cup of juice.
So, maybe on my next trip to the store, I'll try an extra pack of panties, and just skip the juice.

So Busy

I've heard it said so many times that, once you have three kids, you might as well have 15, because it doesn't make a difference after that. Well, I'm here to tell you that it's all a LIE! Who came up with that stupid idea? Someone with more than three kids all spaced about ten years apart maybe. But it's not as easy as they say. I don't know how moms with five or more do it! You all have my highest respect! It takes me all day just to get the girls ready, and then there's still me! Little Rhett is only peaceful when he's eating or when he's asleep. As soon as he wakes up, it's fussy, hold-me time until his next nap. I think I'm finding more time (obviously- I finally got to get back to my blog), it just takes all week to get a day's worth done sometimes.

Okay, enough with my little pitty party, as you moms-of-many all laugh at me. Neil went to Moab to go riding with his dad and brother last weekend. Normally, I probably would be upset with him leaving me for a whole weekend with all the kids so soon, but for some reason I really wasn't. Then his mom called and invited us to her house while the guys were all in Moab, and to watch General Conference at her house. It was so much nicer to be with family for that long, and I'm glad we took her up on her offer. Neil's sister, Rhonda, also came up from Salt Lake to spend the weekend with her husband and now two boys. She had a little boy 11 days after Rhett was born. I'm so excited for him to have a little cousin his age. They'll probably be little hellions, but I'm sure their dads wouldn't have it any other way. It was a great weekend, and we had fun, as always, at Grandma's house.

Lucas and Rhett (he's not one for photos, just like his Dad)

Grandma Price with Lucas and Rhett, future partners in crime (just wait till they wake up)

Then, I celebrated another birthday this week. I can't believe how quickly time flies. I don't feel too much older, except for when I wake up 3 times at night to feed, burp, and change a crying baby. That fun gets old real quick. But on my birthday, Neil was working and at class most of the day. He only had enough time to make me a cake, and that was about it. I was so grateful he even did that. Life is busy right now, and it doesn't seem to slow down, but I know it could be worse, so I take it one day at a time, and thank my Heavenly Father every day just to get one more!

The cake Neil made, the candles Kortney found, and the flowers from my awesome cousin, Edith!