"I POTTY TRAIN"

"I potty train,'' these are the words that Maxwell speaks to me multiple times on a daily basis but of course his understanding of these words is limited! To Max, "I POTTY TRAIN" translates to the following: First he completely undresses then he sits on the toilet (I wish I could show you how he gets on it it is hilarious) then he sits.....nothing. Next without successfully "going" he hops of and urinates on the floor! After my minor breakdown every 30 or so times this happens, I clean it up and successfuly de-stink the bathroom just to have him do the following 1 hour later.
He completely undresses, plays with himself while sitting on the toilet and without going again runs to me demanding a gummy bear as a reward. BTY sorry if this thing offended anyone but I don't know how else to word it! I am still at home changing a diaper every thirty min or so between the two! HELP ME!!!!

My little chef

Don't stay at home mothers love it when the escape for a couple of hours and see what happens when they leave the kids with dad for a couple of hours? Well I do, and tonight was enrichment night with the Relief Society. While I was out learning to crochet Maxwell decided to make a salad. He got a bowl and stuffed it with the pre-washed pre-cut hearts of romaine lettuce and then he got my favorite organic cesar dressing and made himself a post dinner snack. I thought it was so cute to come home and hear that. It is also a pleasure to see Jeremy get a taste of what happens when you turn your head for just 2 min. The only sad part of this story is the predictable part and that is that Maxwell used the whole container of dressing!

I have this new calling with in primary and am feeling so overwhelmed. Not only do I have the calling of teaching children at home but now I have others children in my care for 2 hours a week. It is such a responsibility. I love these kids so much and I just met them all last week. I don't want to let them down. I have faith that Heavenly Father knew what he was doing when he gave me this calling but it is hard because I feel so illequipted. I am hard on myself and because Maxwell is so disobedient I feel I have failed him, I don't want to fail anyone else. This weeks lesson is on forgiveness! Wish me luck with these 7 beautiful 4 year olds!

My sister Nadia beggs me to blog all of the funny stories I tell her everyday with reference to my children. I don't think these experiences are funny to anyone but me but apparently she enjoys them so this blog is dedicated to the humor my children bring to my life and to my sister who finds joy in it!
So the other day Maxell was being too quiet. Moms know that kinda quiet where you have a strong feeling that this silence is not the result of a nap but the result of a disaster, so I walk through the house trying to find Mr. Maxwell, but no luck. Finally I stumble over 1800 leggos and get to a locked bathroom door. Maxwell won't respond to me, but I know he is in there. I am not worried about his well being at all, a good mother probably would be but I know that he is fine. I find a debit card to slip between the door and the lock and the door flys open and there Maxwell sits on my shampoo chair with a bag of store bought brownines. He is so smart that as a diversion he offers me the brownies as a kind of peace offering trying to distract me from his dishonest act, and of course it works. His big brown eyes resembeled the big brown brownie remnents that surrounded his cute little mouth. I am smitten with my little devil!