For the fourth time, I've found myself knee deep in potty training. Horrible, disgusting, gut-wrenching potty training. I'm no stranger to its "delights" yet still, I find myself battling the same emotions that I go through every.single.time.
Are they even getting it?
Have we made any progress?
Yesterday was a great day. Why is today so off?
Maybe I should've waited longer.
These are just a few of the thoughts running through my mind when I'm in the thick of it. If I could just step back and get out of the messy world I'm running in, I might realize that today really is better than yesterday-really. Sometimes perspective is everything. And perseverance is the only thing that keeps you going.
All that said, Elliana is doing fairly well especially for a little girl just shy of two years old. I decided to try and get her out of diapers now for many, many reasons. I'm not an impulsive person and so I've been thinking through the whole thing for many months now. 1. She seemed ready. 2. In the past I have always had a nursing baby in tow while running a two-year old to the bathroom. The thought of avoiding that debacle this time around seemed, I don't know, pleasant. 3. It was either now or in 8-10 months due to us having a baby in four months. Saving nearly a year's worth of money on diapers was a great motivation. Plus, I've always had at least two in diapers for awhile...the thought of only changing one when the baby comes seemed so wonderful too. 4. When she turns two in June, I knew I'd be too big and would lack the physical stamina needed to be bending over and getting up and down off the floor a hundred times a day in order to properly train her. At nearly 23 weeks now, I can still pull it off-well barely. 5. Giving her four months until she spends time away from us seemed like a reasonable amount of time for her to get good at it. At least good enough to be away for a few days.
But it's still so hard. So, so hard. If I wasn't SO cheap, I'd pay someone to do it for me. Seriously.
Once they "get it" and get it well, there is freedom. But until then, it's a lot of hard work. Now, I've only trained boys so far and that is one of the things that has thrown me off-big time, this time around. I know everyone says that girls are easier but, listen people, I beg to differ. Girls are messy. MESSY! With boys, you help them aim and it all goes in the potty. No wiping involved unless it's a #2. With girls, pee goes everywhere. There's no aim and there certainly isn't any decorum involved. It's just plain messy. Plus, you can't take them anywhere. Boys can slyly pee in a bush if you need them to. And there's many more reasons why I think boys are easier.
But I'm digressing.
If you think of it, pray for me. Even though it's my fourth time around, I still feel like it's my first and I'm blubbering through it all.
I am Nikki Dauphin, wife to Steve since July 2002, and mom to four boys and one little girl. Currently my husband is pursuing his PhD in mathematics, so as you can imagine, with five kids in tow, there are many adventures to behold! I'm learning how to raise a brood of boys and one precious princess, be a homemaker, how to be a lovely wife to my handsome and dashing husband and how to love those around me. Stop and stay awhile. Family stories, recipes, musings on life and lessons I'm learning are all a part of this blog. I love the life I've been given and thank God for His many blessings.
Steve-My amazing, fix-it, brilliant, math-loving, puzzle-solving husband is a Math PhD student pursuing his graduate degree through Colorado State University. He is also a Year Round Graduate Intern for Sandia National Labs researching and working on projects related to national security and preparing for his dissertation. We met at Cal Poly, SLO and were married in 2002. Seriously, he's my best friend.
Isaac-Laughter. My precious firstborn. Blue-eyed, blondie, logical, lefty. Particular, orderly, courageous, funny, and intelligent. Sees the world in patterns, numbers, colors and shapes. My first son. My joy.
Caleb-Brave. My mischevious secondborn. Brown-haired, coal-eyed, soldier. Needs explanations about how the world works. "Mathy", inquisitive, architectural and mechanical. Silly, passionate, tough, long-suffering and smart. My second son. My love.
Joshua-Saved by the Lord. My irreplaceable thirdborn. Bubbly, gregarious, social and playful. Loves to be surrounded by his family. Cuddly, kissable, chubby and charming. Life of the party, full of joy, overflowing with humor and laughter. My third son. My light.
Elliana-The Lord Has Heard. My long-awaited daughter. Petite, dark-eyed, beauty. Strong, coordinated, cheeky and spunky. Sharp as a tack and a flitting socialite. Loved by every member of her family. My fourth born. My only daughter. My treasure.
Nathan-God Has Given. My fourth son. Yet, it never gets old. My youngest little gift. Gentle, strong, sweet, angelic. Blonde and light-eyed. Littlest of them all but full of life and love. My fifth born. My littlest man. God's given. My gift.
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