Saturday morning...

Saturday morning...

Why is it that Rhys thinks its acceptable to wake at 5:30 on Saturday morning? I don't understand this at all. During the week she sleeps till at least 6:30 but, the weekend comes and its up and at 'em by 6. Meanwhile, Jake,Jillian and William are oblivious to the racket she makes. I however, hear every pitter patter of her feet, every door she opens, every toy she plays with that makes sound, cause the quite toys seem to disappear in wee morning hours. Argh!! I am hoping that this will soon change. There is an upside. I have laundry started and dishes done. Well, now everyone is up and playing with what else punching balls!!! Let the good times roll!!!

Potty training...Hahaha!!

We have come to the conclusion that Rhys doesn't want to be the big girl that we want her to be. William and I both tell her she is a big girl and she vigorously shakes her head and announces with authority "No No I a baby!" We smile (on the outside) and tell her "No Pie Pie you are a big girl." Her response is either walking/waddling off to find her sissy or to throw herself on the ground and scream. We truly think that she is ready. She hates, hates, HATES, poo is her "diber" and immediately removes it and finds the nearest "tra" can. Then seeks us out to replace it rather then sit on the toilet. We praise her on the rare occasion she uses the potty and she looks at us like we are a pair of ejits! She is always willing to watch us and even trys to lend a hand when we go but, as for herself well, she could care less.

I will try...

My friend from H.S. has a blog...after reading and laughing, sighing, and doing some praying for her I decided to give this a go. I will try to blog on a regular basis and list all the funny, quacky, weird, sweet, mean and crazy crud that happens in our lives..