So Is He Potty Trained?

So I know you remember me talking about Jacob wanting to potty train. That started at 18 months, and he's 21 months now.

So how's it going?

Good. Really good, considering his age.

We still have lots of accidents - one a day, usually. Sometimes I get frustrated that he still has accidents, but then I remember - he's not even two yet! I wouldn't call him potty "trained" but he's definitely potty "aware" - he may not always make it to the toilet, or remember to go there, but he always comes and gets me if he has an accident. And he's only pooped in his pants maybe 4 or 5 times in the three months since we started this (a huge deal!). I may be the one that reminds him to go to the bathroom (some would say I am the one who's trained), but you know what - I don't care. He holds it until I ask him if he needs to go.

Sometimes it seems like we're cloth diapering using underpants, but that doesn't really bother me. It's less diapers for us, and it's helping him "get" potty training. And add in that I've started putting him in cloth diapers during naptime - serious money saved. He's been wearing underpants for a couple months now, even when we go to town. We just make sure to take him right before we leave, and at least once while we're in town.

Yesterday, he had zero accidents, and came and got me to go to the potty every time. For a child who doesn't talk, that's a major accomplishment, I think.

So he's not fully trained, but definitely on his way.

(Yes, I am proud of my son. I am bragging.)

Correction:

I posted in this post that "$50 is a week's groceries." My friend April commented that she couldn't believe I only spent that much (little) each week.

Well....

I'm not sure how much we actually spend a week on groceries. It depends on what your definition of "groceries" is. Food only? $50 a week, easy. Anything you get at the grocery store? Well.......

I go shopping at the first of each month (right after payday). I go to the grocery store and spend $250-320 (depending on how much meat I have to buy), then I go to WalMart and/or Orscheln and spend another $50-100 (total). So it's probably more like $100 each week if you divide it out, but this includes everything - food, diapers, personal care, household (kitchen utensils/gadgets, storage, etc.), cleaning supplies, pet food, garden supplies.... Then I pay all our bills also at the first of the month, so everything is paid up, and all we have to worry about is gas for Paul to get to work. (I have only been using 1 tank or less of gas each month.)

I usually make one more trip to the store, for milk, or for a special meal (either having company, going to someone's house/church dinner, or Paul requests something I don't have all the ingredients for). So I spend a little more one or two other times each month, although the boys' milk consumption took a nose dive with the hot weather, so that has helped.

So I don't know how that compares to the average household, but that's our life.

Things we eat a lot of, that I know helps the ol' budget:

Hot dogs. The boys eat these for lunch more often than I'd like to admit. (I stock up when they are $1 or less/package.)

Rice. I add 2 cups (uncooked, so 4 cups cooked) instant brown rice to lots of our meals. Tacos are 1 lb. meat, 4 cups rice, and 1 can beans. Stir fry also gets 4 cups of rice. Salisbury steaks. Chinese hash. Tater tot casserole. As long as you add extra seasoning so the rice doesn't dilute the flavor, rice makes meals go SO much further.

Beans. As mentioned above, I put beans in tacos. We also have meatless tacos where we use beans. (Recipe here.) The off-brand beans are only 50c a can.

White pasta. I have 5 jars on my counter, each for a different type of pasta (rotini, penne, fettucini, spaghetti, and rainbow bow tie). We eat lots of it. I know "carbs are bad" but carbs are also cheap. Some noodles, a bit of butter, and some Mrs. Dash (or other herbs and parmesan), and you've got a super-simple, super-cheap side dish. Add some pepperoni or smoked sausage, and you've got a main dish. (Paul and the boys are the real fans of butter noodles. I'm more into noodles drowned in sauce.)

Leftovers. Very rarely do I throw away food. If we're having trouble cleaning something out of the fridge, I simply don't cook until it's all gone. Paul takes leftovers in his lunch to work, and the boys are really good at eating them, too.

I guess simple (lazy) is my deal. I don't get excited to make gourmet meals or try new things. If it's stuff I already have in the house, I'll try it, but if I have to go buy fancy ingredients, I usually don't bother.

P90X and Gardening.... Who knew?

I deleted the previous post referring to P90X, as after going back to read it, I realized it was post-workout endorphin ramblings, and made no sense.

I started P90X again yesterday.

I caught a glimpse of my lower half in the mirror last week (we don't own a full-length mirror)..... Something had to be done.

I tried getting up at 6:30 to walk; I have to be done by 8 if I don't want to feel like a puddle of goo. It's hotter than blazes out. But then I got sick. And then I lost all motivation - take a nap or exercise? What would you choose?

So I swore off sugar - again. And by swearing off, I mean "effectively resisting 40% of the sugar offered me." But I know that's not going to be enough. I haven't gained weight (maybe 3 pounds), but I've flabbed out. I've got to do something to tone up and burn some of it off.

So I brought out the P90X. Again. I made it through about 6 weeks last fall. Last night was Core Synergistics. (It works the shoulders through the thighs - your "core".) It wasn't too bad, but I definitely felt it.

Then I went out to the garden this morning to get rid of some nasty thorny weeds I've been meaning to pull for two weeks now. They're seeded out, so it's Operation Critical now, if I don't want to have the same problem (times a million) next year.

Apparently every muscle in your core is used to do gardening work. My thighs (hamstrings) and shoulders hollered the whole time. I just wish that A/you could somehow incorporate cardio into gardening (gotta burn this fat!) and B/it wasn't so hot that you can only stand to work outside for 20 minutes or less at a time.

Tonight: Cardio X. Bring it on.

Blast from the Past:

"Evening, ladies. We had a report about some skinny dippers. Would you ladies know anything about that?"

"Uh-huh."

"Was it you girls?"

"Yep."

When I think about this occurance 8 years ago, I still almost die laughing.

For my 21st birthday, me, two friends, and my little sister decided to go skinny dipping at the lake. It was after 9 PM; we figured the beach would be clearing out (it wasn't). We swam out to the buoy in the farthest corner of the swim area and stripped down, wrapped our swimsuits around our arms, and just floated and relaxed in the cool water.

Apparently someone noticed us, and reported us to a ranger. We saw her talking to the ranger in the parking lot and got our suits on and headed back to the beach, just about the same time a boat with 8 rangers and a spotlight showed up. (Slow night, guys?) This is where two rangers approached us on the beach and questioned us. They were barely able to contain their laughter, and I wouldn't even call what he gave us a "reprimand."

The reason this keeps going over in my mind, is this:

Kid-free skinny dipping is sounding pretty darn good about now.

A Moment

I don't usually dwell much on the baby we lost by miscarriage. Not because it didn't sadden me, but because there's nothing I can do about it. I know it was God's will.

But today, the thought crossed my mind - how far along would I have been? So I counted up on the calendar....

I would have been 7 months. And then I found this picture of me two summers ago, 7 months pregnant with Jacob.

And I had a moment. A moment of sadness and tears.

I would much rather have the baby inside me, even if it made me suffer through this miserable heat. Because that would mean in two short months, I would be holding our precious one in my arms.

I miss you, Angel.

First Project

Inspired by Thrifty Decor Chick.....

I started work on the desk tonight - sanding it down in order to prime and paint it.

I brought this home from our garage sale when it didn't sell. It needs help, but it's a pretty solid little desk. The boys will need one eventually for schoolwork, so I thought I'd bring it home and restore it. With a little wood glue here and there, new drawer-pulls, and some paint (it's veneer), I think it could be a cute desk.

This is where I need opinions: I want it to look boy-ish, but not little boy-ish; I don't want them to outgrow the style. My idea is to paint it white/cream and either navy blue or forest green. What do you think? And should I paint the body of the desk white, or the dark color? (In my head, the white looks better, with dark drawers, but I'm thinking about pencil marks on the top of it.....)

I am so insecure when it comes to decisions like this. Any opinions are welcome and appreciated.

Good Grief!

We're pushing an hour and a half.....

Since I put the boys to bed.

I have empathized, threatened, spanked, coddled to whims, and spanked with the spoon (the pinnacle of punishment around here). Good grief!

They didn't take very long naps, we went outside and spent an hour+ playing in the 100-degree heat. (At 6 pm. In the shade. It was ridiculous.) They were tired. They were starting to get cranky, so I brought them in, showered them off, and put them to bed. And not too early - we didn't even come inside until a quarter after 9.

What gives?

Maybe they're being my little barometers, and it means a change in the weather is coming. Any change has to be a good one - it can't get much hotter or drier!

On another note, my blogger friend Carrie posted a link to Thrifty Decor Chick on her blog. Oh my. Reading the decor blog and looking at the author's pictures, I am aware of just how college-student our house looks. (Which is ironic, because neither of us were ever college students.) Granted, she obviously has an awesome house to work with, whereas ours is a 1940s house, with all the idiosyncrasies and architectural whimsy that goes with that. But it's given me the itch. The itch to do something about these white, empty walls. To maybe actually put curtains up, now that we've lived here for 5 years. To start restoring/repainting that desk and dresser I've been talking about for months. Maybe buy a lamp because I think it's pretty, not because it's the cheapest on the store shelf.

The only bad thing, is even if you are thrifty and doing it yourself.... You may have saved $200 on a project or an item, but if it still costs you $50, that's still a chunk we can't afford some months - it's a week of groceries, a tank of gas. Some people can't wrap their head around that.