Naomi's big night

Tonight we went to eat dinner at Gigi and PopPop's (for those of you who don't know, they are John's parents). We were sitting at the table and the girls were playing in bedroom close to the kitchen. All of the sudden we hear the toilet flush and Naomi runs in bare bottomed "I go peepee, I go peepee!!!" She had just gone in and done it all by herself. I was shocked, proud and, honestly, surprised that she hadn't fallen in. She has been interested in the potty and going on occasion for the past few weeks, but this was for sure a big accomplishment. After fighting with Jadie Ruth for 2 and 1/2 years about the potty, I resolved that I would never potty train a child again- seriously. I feel sure that they will figure it out eventually and I feel strongly that I don't want to let the stress that I have felt with her continue on to my other children. That's one of the pros and cons of being the first child. You are the guinea pig for many failed attempts at parenting, but you are also the only one who has ever had the full attention of your parents and been doated over like no other. For the most part, I feel sorry for poor Jadie Ruth and hope that I am not ruining her forever. (For those of you who find the urge to comment on the previous comment- I know that I am not a bad parent and the she is not truly ruined, it's meerly my stream of consciousness).

Anyway, back to the peepee. My sweet baby Naomi, who is no longer my baby. I am super excited at the idea of only having one kid in diapers, but I am also a little sad- not about the actual diapers, just about the growing up of it all. Having Isaiah brings back so much of the special babyhood that I think all mothers miss. It is so preciuos to have this tiny thing that is ultimately helpless without YOU. You, mama, and no other. It is an addictive thing to be some one's everything, literally. I love that I am able to realize the intensity and blessing more and more with each babe, as the fear and timidity (if that's a word) becomes less and less. I've had babies, I know how to do this, so now I can pay better attention to how it feels to be new mama of sorts again. I can take advantage of really seeing my baby grow...watch his eye lashes come in ....see his hairline grow closer to his forhead- it started pretty far back- they weren't kidding when they say some babies look like old men. Oh, the tangent of being a mother. I could go on and on. Literally, I could, because that's why I started this blog. What a nice feeling. I just so want my babies to realize how very much I love them and that even though this is a stressful time, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I want everything for them- including the storms. I want them to grow up amazing people with wonderful character who will change the world. Who will love God with all their hearts and for those that encounter them to be new and different people because of them. Wow, and I said when I started this that it wouldn't be deep. Anyway, Naomi went peepee in the potty all by herself. What an amazing little girl with a huge accomplishment.