The Potty Chronicles: Part I of IV

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Anyone ever heard of the 72 hour potty training boot-camp method. (what? boot-camp? no way... only a crazy person would put a toddler through boot-camp. sheesh.)

If you haven't, Google it. Seriously, its real and has worked for a lot of people. Hopefully in part IV I will be telling you that we are now proudly one of that lot-of-people. 

So basically what will happen is mommy might go crazy starting tomorrow morning when Landon wakes up the diaper comes off, hopefully (if it works) never to return again! For the next 3 days I will have an alarm set on my phone. Every 15 min the first day, 20 the second, 30 the third. When it goes off Landon will sit on the potty and eventually he will (hopefully) start to use it. They (who the heck is they?!) say if you stick with it, your baby will be completely potty trained in 3 days. I figure even if it doesn't work it'll be a good start. 

Plus how cool would it be if it did work?!

We are taking the 3 day potty challenge! Wish us (mommy) luck (patience)!

With Love,

Leia & Landon

That whole motherhood thing....

::This blog post is dedicated to my dear friend Rachel Anderson, who raises her 3 precious boys in a very different way then I raise my sweet little... and I still think she's super mom.::


This has been writing itself in my head, and heart, for quite a while. So here goes...

Women are SO mean to each other... ridiculously mean to each other. ALL women. But this particular post isn't about all women, its specifically about women-with-children.

Motherhood is HARD! Don't for a second let anyone tell you differently, it may be easier for some then others but it's still HARD. How can it not be? When you're a mother your responsible for another persons life (kinda a big deal, just sayin'). You're responsible for the person that they ultimately become! The decisions and choices and chances to totally SCREW UP are huge!

So let's take it back a little. Mommy's, please take a look at several of your closest friends. People you love, adore, trust, get stupid face wasted with (or not, i won't judge)... those people. Think about how they were raised. Was it exactly the same as you? No. It wasn't, even if it was similar it wasn't exactly the same... so why are we so shocked that we all raise our kids differently?

More importantly, who are we to say "I'm crunchy & you're silky and therefore you're not raising your children the right way". If you're like me the first time you read that you said "say whaaaa?!" Crunchy moms? Silky moms? When did we start becoming parfait choices?! Why can't we each just raise our kids the way we see fit. As long as women are loving and taking care of their children, who are we to judge if a mother ::gasp:: doesn't vaccinate, or ::faint:: had her son circumcised... don't even get me started on breastfeeding, that is an entire post in itself.

If you're a mother that makes EDUCATED decisions for your child's life, you will not feel judged by me! I have a friend who has made some decisions in her children's lives that differ from my own. She doesn't vaccinate, and she chose to have her 3rd son not circumcised. She posts articles and comments on her facebook page explaining why she made these decisions and I personally respect her more for it. I vaccinate, and Landon was circ and I still read EVERY article my friend posts. She loves her boys, she takes fantastic care of them, and she educates herself fully before she makes any decision regarding their lives. To me, that's an incredible mom! Why should i feel the need to judge her, or "hate on her". It's her duty as a mother to make the important decisions and she is doing just that.

I'm not saying we all have to sit around and sing kumbaya together but sheesh ladies... being a mommy is hard enough without other mommy's telling you you're not doing it right. So lets stop "hatin'" on each other and start patting each other on the back.

Spread the love!

 I double dog dare you to pick at least one other mother and tell her what a fantastic job she's doing, do it.

With Love,
Just Leia

ekkkkkkkkkkk.

spiders.
s.p.i.d.e.r.s
tiny teeny little 8 legged creepy crawly spin down from your ceiling and stare at you spiders.
ehk.

I love our little house. I do! I love the high ceilings and the big windows on every wall. I love the hardwood floors and the big rooms. Love it. But it has all of those features specifically because it is an older house. You know what else older houses have? Spiders... not big scary bite you and then your arm falls off spiders, but teeny, in every corner gives you the heebie jeebies spiders.

Now lets be clear. I hate (read: am terrified of) spiders and my hatred (read: fear) does not discriminate between different types. I hate (read: run from) them all.

This little gem was vacant for quite awhile before I stumbled upon it, and so when i moved in there were these little teeniney spiders everywhere! Now I've swept them all out but they are still seen lurking in certain corners or crevices. Enough so to make me nearly jump out of bed every time my sheet moves. For I am so certain that one of these teensy little... meanies is crawling up my leg or something. ^&#(*@yuck@$^^*#.

All that aside, I LOVE the house. I have so many projects and ideas for it. We are having Landon's birthday here in 2 weeks and I wish I could get EVERYTHING done and painted and built and landscaped and crafted and designed and hung (gasp) before then. Hahaha, yeah right. For now I have to be content with the finished version of this house that lives in my imagination!

Landon LOVES the house... the layout allows him to run laps through every room and he has so much fun listening to his feet stomp on the hard floors. Occasionally he can be found in the middle of his room just jumping and stomping. Ahh, the little things.

Yesterday I started school... that's right, a few years from now when I'm standing in front of a class of elementary students I can remember yesterday as the start of my future. No more excuses and no more waiting for someone to come into my life and rescue me. I'm not a damsel in distress. I'm a strong woman who is taking her life into her own hands (finally).

That being said... It's time for me to get to some classwork!

With Love,
Leia & Landon

p.s. i think I'm not totally back in the blogging zone. I feel like my posts are not as witty and informative as they used to be. Hopefully Ill get my groove back soon!