After 3 years, 3 months and 3 1/2 weeks of diaper changes, we've had our first full day of big girl panties, with NO accidents!!! So excited I might just pee my pants! Lol! ;o)
I know our potty training road hasn't ended, but we made a really big step forward today!!! Yay, Elliot!!! You go girl.... Straight to the potty to pee pee and poopy! ;o) (pun totally intended!!!)
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Rock It with BP
Win a FREE photo shoot / afternoon with Bella Pop! So here’s the deal… we are super excited about our new beginner photography classes and workshops at Rock it! With BP. That being said we really need YOUR help, our blog readers. We need you to help us spread the word about these beginner photography classes so we can reach people who want to learn to rock their cameras. And since you’re so ah-mazing… we want to give something amazing in return. So here it is!!
THE CONTEST: **One lucky person will be selected by random to spend a fun afternoon with us. You’ll get a personal ROCK STAR photo shoot on-location in Fort Worth (to show off your amazing self!!) and we’ll treat you to lunch (or dinner) where we can talk about photography/why Brandy makes random chicken noises/the business/rainbows/Brandon’s aversion to bananas or pretty much anything that rocks your boat!! OH, and we’re throwing in a **high res cd w/printable images** to boot! Everyone is eligible (our family, friends, photographers, our BFFs, wedding vendors, clients, everyone!)
Contest sounds like fun! I love photography, photographs and creativeness! What better way to spend the day than with to creative minds discussing ideas! ;o)
http://www.bellapopblog.com/free-photo-shoot-contest-and-rock-it-with-bp
THE CONTEST: **One lucky person will be selected by random to spend a fun afternoon with us. You’ll get a personal ROCK STAR photo shoot on-location in Fort Worth (to show off your amazing self!!) and we’ll treat you to lunch (or dinner) where we can talk about photography/why Brandy makes random chicken noises/the business/rainbows/Brandon’s aversion to bananas or pretty much anything that rocks your boat!! OH, and we’re throwing in a **high res cd w/printable images** to boot! Everyone is eligible (our family, friends, photographers, our BFFs, wedding vendors, clients, everyone!)
Contest sounds like fun! I love photography, photographs and creativeness! What better way to spend the day than with to creative minds discussing ideas! ;o)
http://www.bellapopblog.com/free-photo-shoot-contest-and-rock-it-with-bp
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Not Everyone Has a Dime
Be warned: This post contains potty talk.
As many of you know, Elliot swallowed a dime a few months ago. After a trip to the E.R. and 24 hours of waiting, the dime cleared her system with no complications.
We've been working hard trying to get her potty trained, but like many kiddos she has issue in the poopy department. I adopted the habit of letting her follow me into the restroom whenever she wants to, so she can see how "big" girls use the potty.
As usual, this morning Elliot followed me to the bathroom, and we had our usual "big" girls use the potty when they need to pee pee or poopy, and babies use a diaper talk. But today Elliot cracked me up with an addition to our conversation.
She asked me, "You put your pee pee in there?"
"Yes," I responded.
Followed by "You put your poopy in there?"
Again, I told her yes.
Finally, she looks in the potty, and says, "You put your dime in there?"
After I was able to stop laughing, I told her that I didn't eat a dime, so there would be no dime in the potty. Quickly followed by a you-don't-eat-dimes-either conversation! She is still completely fascinated that she ate a dime. I'm so worried she will do it again becaue she thinks it's fun/neat.
Praying for no "monies" in the potty! :o)
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As many of you know, Elliot swallowed a dime a few months ago. After a trip to the E.R. and 24 hours of waiting, the dime cleared her system with no complications.
We've been working hard trying to get her potty trained, but like many kiddos she has issue in the poopy department. I adopted the habit of letting her follow me into the restroom whenever she wants to, so she can see how "big" girls use the potty.
As usual, this morning Elliot followed me to the bathroom, and we had our usual "big" girls use the potty when they need to pee pee or poopy, and babies use a diaper talk. But today Elliot cracked me up with an addition to our conversation.
She asked me, "You put your pee pee in there?"
"Yes," I responded.
Followed by "You put your poopy in there?"
Again, I told her yes.
Finally, she looks in the potty, and says, "You put your dime in there?"
After I was able to stop laughing, I told her that I didn't eat a dime, so there would be no dime in the potty. Quickly followed by a you-don't-eat-dimes-either conversation! She is still completely fascinated that she ate a dime. I'm so worried she will do it again becaue she thinks it's fun/neat.
Praying for no "monies" in the potty! :o)
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
New Friend
We made a new friend today.
Actually, I shouldn't say we. Mostly just Emma! ;o) ~~ Have I mentioned I don't really like lizard/snake/frog things before? If not, consider this your notice!
This is our new friend. Emma named him Jeremy. (I have no clue where the name came from.)
Of course, Elliot wanted to have a turn holding the lizard, but I font think she liked it very much. You can see on her face that she's concerned!
I think Emma wanted to keep Jeremy forever, but I'm not big on inside pets, so we had to let the lizard go. Emma wasn't too sad though! She'll always have her memories! ;o)
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Actually, I shouldn't say we. Mostly just Emma! ;o) ~~ Have I mentioned I don't really like lizard/snake/frog things before? If not, consider this your notice!
This is our new friend. Emma named him Jeremy. (I have no clue where the name came from.)
Of course, Elliot wanted to have a turn holding the lizard, but I font think she liked it very much. You can see on her face that she's concerned!
I think Emma wanted to keep Jeremy forever, but I'm not big on inside pets, so we had to let the lizard go. Emma wasn't too sad though! She'll always have her memories! ;o)
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Monday, March 7, 2011
Scrub My Back
I've been told by Cameron and his sisters that their beloved mother, Beverly, would spend all the time they wanted rubbing on them and petting them and just loving on them, in general.
I can attest that my husband was definitely one of Beverly's children, because the man wants to be touch ALL THE TIME! Rub my back, rub my neck, pet my arm, hold my hand, the list just goes on and on. It's easy for me to oblige because I am a petter. I love to run my hands over Cameron's bristly military style hair cut. I love to pet his face and neck. I just like to touch him, in general. The funny thing is that I HATE being petted or rub or touched, for the most part. It's like we're polar opposites, which works out well since many men tend to not be toucher/petter types.
Anyway, back to my story. By matter of self confession, both of Cameron's sisters say they are both greedy and needy of that physical contact as well. Proving that they too are the offspring of Beverly Huggins! ;o) (as if there was ever any question!)
Well, as it turns out, this whole I-love-to-be-touched, I-must-be-touched- thing might have a genetic link to it.
Elliot and I sit together often and lounge around in bed or on the couch during quiet time in the afternoon. I always gently stroke her hair or face. Or I will pet her arm or back. Then I noticed a couple of weeks ago that she seemed to be prepping for her petting /loving time. Rotating her little body just right, towards me so I can easily reach her back.
So a couple of days ago I decided to try something... I didn't touch her. I sat with her, but I did not pet her in any way. Eventually, she started to wiggle around trying to get my attention, but after continued attempts and being ignored she finally said to me, "Scrub me, Momma." meaning she wants her back rubbed.
I immediately complied with her cute little demand and gave her a little scrub until she drifted off into quiet time.
So many precious things they say and I don't want to forget even one!!! But I know I've already missed hundreds! Tear!!
I can attest that my husband was definitely one of Beverly's children, because the man wants to be touch ALL THE TIME! Rub my back, rub my neck, pet my arm, hold my hand, the list just goes on and on. It's easy for me to oblige because I am a petter. I love to run my hands over Cameron's bristly military style hair cut. I love to pet his face and neck. I just like to touch him, in general. The funny thing is that I HATE being petted or rub or touched, for the most part. It's like we're polar opposites, which works out well since many men tend to not be toucher/petter types.
Anyway, back to my story. By matter of self confession, both of Cameron's sisters say they are both greedy and needy of that physical contact as well. Proving that they too are the offspring of Beverly Huggins! ;o) (as if there was ever any question!)
Well, as it turns out, this whole I-love-to-be-touched, I-must-be-touched- thing might have a genetic link to it.
Elliot and I sit together often and lounge around in bed or on the couch during quiet time in the afternoon. I always gently stroke her hair or face. Or I will pet her arm or back. Then I noticed a couple of weeks ago that she seemed to be prepping for her petting /loving time. Rotating her little body just right, towards me so I can easily reach her back.
So a couple of days ago I decided to try something... I didn't touch her. I sat with her, but I did not pet her in any way. Eventually, she started to wiggle around trying to get my attention, but after continued attempts and being ignored she finally said to me, "Scrub me, Momma." meaning she wants her back rubbed.
I immediately complied with her cute little demand and gave her a little scrub until she drifted off into quiet time.
So many precious things they say and I don't want to forget even one!!! But I know I've already missed hundreds! Tear!!
Location:Weatherford,United States
Chicken "Kook" (aka coop)
Elliot LOVES our chickens. She wants to see them everyday, and still, after several months of having them, she gets so excited to go out and get the eggs. Just watching her joy and happiness, with the silly birds, makes their mess and expense worth it!!!
Every morning after we get up and get dressed she asks if we can go outside. Immediately after getting out side, she looks at me with the most precious, excited face and asks, "Can I get eggs, Momma?"
She'll run out to the coop, full speed, and check for the eggs. We've gotten her a little basket, which she uses to collect the four or five eggs we get everyday. After she has retrieved the eggs from the nesting box she'll run back to me and announce, "I got eggs from the chicken kook!" (pronounced just like coop but with a "k" sound at the end) It is so cute to hear her mispronounce the word everyday.
She really loves the chickens. I think they are the best pets a family could have for small children! ;o)
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Every morning after we get up and get dressed she asks if we can go outside. Immediately after getting out side, she looks at me with the most precious, excited face and asks, "Can I get eggs, Momma?"
She'll run out to the coop, full speed, and check for the eggs. We've gotten her a little basket, which she uses to collect the four or five eggs we get everyday. After she has retrieved the eggs from the nesting box she'll run back to me and announce, "I got eggs from the chicken kook!" (pronounced just like coop but with a "k" sound at the end) It is so cute to hear her mispronounce the word everyday.
She really loves the chickens. I think they are the best pets a family could have for small children! ;o)
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Location:Weatherford,United States
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