Partyin' & Potty Trainin'

Life has been heading down the fast lane in the Hasley House over the past few weeks. I can't believe it has already been over a week since my last post. Crazy where the time goes! Where is it that time goes anyhow?

We have been running the roads trying to get in as many visits as possible with as many friends and family as possible. We went to visit my grandmother, aunt, and uncle the first weekend of the month. John Reagan and Evie have 2 great-grandmothers still living, and I try to get as many pictures as possible with the kiddos and great-grands, so we can have as many memories as possible. I didn't get as many pictures with Grandma Annie Rai as I should have, but I did get this one and a few more.

This isn't the best picture, but it is the full body picture. As you can see, Evie is almost as big as Grandma who is 5 feet and about 80 pounds. It is always so cute to me to see Grandma holding her.

We also took John Reagan and Evie to bull riding this past weekend. The PBR (Professional Bull Riding) was in town, and this was the second time we took John Reagan. He loves it. We weren't too sure how Evie would do, but she had a blast. Too bad I didn't get any pictures. You know things are crazy around here when I don't have a selection of 50 pictures to show you.

With all this running around we have been doing, we have been glad that we are officially potty trained. Well Greg and I have been potty trained for quite a lengthy amount of time now, but John Reagan is the newest member of the potty trained gang. Hallelujah! Do you hear the angels singing? Oh wait, that's just me. I wouldn't say we have been working on the potty training. Since John Reagan was a little younger than 2, we have let him work at the pottying at his own pace. About a month and half ago I told a friend that I could probably say he was officially potty trained but that he was using his pull-ups (from here on out known as Cars) as a crutch. Just before I said it I thought to myself, "As soon as you say this out loud it is going to back fire on you." Sure enough for the next 2 weeks he wouldn't even go in the potty. Then he finally started back but still wanted his "Cars" on. The humor in this story is what finally pushed him over the hump. I am here to tell you that according to Auntie Marla, John Reagan has a "ghetto" booty. From day 1 we moved up in diaper sizes super fast. We even had to buy the bigger size in pull-ups to cover the rear end. Well, his "cars" were known for riding up. He would walk around with one butt cheek hanging out, and he would go up to Greg, turn around, and say, "What's wrong with these things daddy." John Reagan's translation: get them out of my booty. One day he was all mad about his "cars" not working right, so I finally told him that if he didn't want them doing that he would have to wear big boy underwear because the cars didn't fit anymore. OMG! If I would have known that all it was going to take to rid us of the cars was that statement, I would have said it a LONG time ago. We are on a month now of big boy underwear, and he has only asked for cars twice. I explain to him that they don't fit and that they ride up. That's the end of it. "What? Really? That's it?" is what goes through my mind every time.

So here is John Reagan, Conqueror of the Potty!

I can say that potty training was not much of a headache for us. We just took our usual "whatever" attitude and let it happen at John Reagan's pace. I envy you mother's who can do the potty training boot camp or just work and work with your children and have them potty trained in a week or so. I absolutely would not have any hair left if I had to do that. I don't have the patience or the ability to not get extremely frustrated and fight with my child over the situation to take that approach. We will see what I decide to do with Evie.

Just a head's up, I don't know how much blogging I will get to right now with the packing, but hopefully I will still be able to keep you somewhat informed.