Now that the kids are in bed I can think back over the day. I've started asking Caleb each night what the best part of his day was and what the hardest part was. It's interesting the things I learn about him. For example, the other day his best part was playing with his friend Caedmon at school (they are inseparable) and the worst part was having to go to the bathroom at school. He does not like going to the bathroom in other places so this was a good lesson for him to use the bathroom at home before school.:) His worst part the other day was writing thank you notes for Christmas. And I thought, "Seriously? All you had to do was scribble a picture while I had to write the notes and wrack my brain trying to remember what each person gave each of the kids!" :) Anyway, I digress.
The best part of my day today was hearing Caleb pray out loud for the first time. When we pray with him we always ask if he wants to pray. Occasionally he'll say yes, but then he gets really nervous and doesn't want to do it. I think the whole talking to someone who isn't visible while we all listen in silence was hard for him. So today he prayed out loud twice. It was so great, it melted my heart to hear him say, "Dear Jesus, please be with Daddy at work and help us all to sleep good tonight." Great Mom moment.
The hardest or should I say most frustrating part of my day ocurred this evening. Nate is working 3pm-11pm this week so suppertime is on my own. I have Zumba class every Thursday evening at 6:15 so I bring the kids with me when Nate's working and they go in childcare. Every time I have to bring them we are late. I was determined to be on time if not EARLY tonight. So I had supper ready by 5 pm. Supper went smoothly and we're done eating by 5:30. Plenty of time to change clothes, get diaper bag ready, check diapers a couple times, spend 10 minutes getting winter gear on everyone and even load dishes in the dishwasher. I remind Caleb that he has to go to the bathroom before we leave. He can be the SLOWEST person in the bathroom sometimes! Anyways, the babies are ready to go when Caleb starts throwing a fit in the bathroom. He comes out yelling that his sock is wet and he needs to change it. I feel the sock and yes, it's pretty wet. I frustratedly ask him why the sock is wet and was he playing with water? He laments that he stepped in potty and that's why the sock is wet. And I ask the brilliant question why did you step in potty to which he says, "Because I missed and there's some on the floor!" Great, not what I wanted to hear as we're heading out the door. So the pee stayed on the floor and on we went. Of course, I was late to class again. Oh well, maybe next time.
6 comments:
Giggle!
Ah, motherhood has such priceless moments doesn't it. :)
And here I was picturing his foot in the toilet bowl........:-)
Oh the joys of motherhood!! I love the little prayers from children...so innocent. By the way, your old house is up on the market again! I saw it on a real estate show I was watching today...kind of crazy!
Sorry to say that it's probably not the last time that he'll pee on the floor. :) I love it that you left in and went to class. Good for you!!
I second you on loving to hear their prayers. Some days it's all I can do to not cry about how Ethan is learning to pray!
I'm learning about pee on the floor...and on socks...and on the bath toys...and down the leg...! The joys of using the potty. Thanks for the laugh. I don't know why those things must happen the minute you're ready to step out the door.
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