Back in action...Maybe.

So, I've been encouraged by a new dear friend to update this little blog once a week.

For lots of reasons.

And I'm contemplating doing it.

Because I like to write.

And because there's a lot welling up in my heart and my mind about a lot of things.

And because I like these 2 people, and I'm sure they will make frequent cameos.

We shall see if I rise up to the challenge.  

I'll try.

Harry

When Harrison was living in my belly, we didn't know if he was a boy or a girl.  Same thing with Blythe.  I loved it.  I loved not knowing, and when he came out it was the best surprise of my life.
However, it did make it tough in deciding on names...because we had to choose two.  One for a boy, one for a girl.

Well, we always knew if we had a boy we would call him Harrison, even dating back to our honeymoon.

And when we talked about it, we knew that at some point, if we had a boy named Harrison, that maybe when he was 15 and on a high school sports team (if he chooses), that maybe his friends and teammates might shorten it to 'Harry'.

Brett's middle name is Harrison (as well as his mom's maiden name), so growing up his family called him 'Harry' as kind of a funny nickname.  Well, when Harrison was born, we were clear that we didn't want him to be called 'Harry', because a couple of handfuls of people did ask if that was our intention.

Not that we don't like the name Harry,but, we named him Harrison to call him Harrison, but like I said, we figured maybe it would get shortened in a friendly way when he was a teenager.

Not when he was 4.

By his pre-school teacher.

H has darling teachers, one of them who kinda talks like Gloria from 'Modern Family'.  I noticed the first week she was calling him Harry.  Harrison said to me, 'Mommy, she calls me Harry, that's not my name.'  I told him, "Buddy, you're just gonna have to tell her that you like to be called Harrison.'

I kept hearing her say 'Hi Harry!'  "Bye Harry!'  And it was when I had a parent-teacher conference a couple weeks ago, that I heard them both refer to him as Harry.  I had thought maybe they were just calling him that as a cute little greeting at the beginning and end of class.  But, it was later that day, when he was playing at a classmate's house, that I noticed the other kid calling him Harry.

The name had already been shortened, about 10 years earlier than I anticipated!  And by the teachers!

I asked him if he minded, and he said, 'No, mommy, I don't like it, but it's okay sometimes.'

So, I had to do the unthinkable.

I had to go to his sweet teacher and ask her to call him Harrison.  I kind of hated that I had to do it, but, I think my baby was too shy to do it himself.

And I think he needed to see me be brave for him when he didn't feel brave enough himself.

And I'll do it over and over again, if each time, it might give him an ounce more courage.

Donuts with Daddy

About a month ago, Harrison was studying the letter 'D' at school.  To celebrate 'D' week, the teachers invited the Daddys for Donuts.  Brett was so excited he could hardly contain himself!  They had a great time and I'm so thankful for the memories that were made!  This week is 'H' week, complete with hat day.  Harrison is staying neutral, and instead of wearing his Georgia or Auburn hat, he has chosen to wear his cowboy hat.  He is pretty adorable!  Love that kid!

Eternity with my baby

I remember clearly where I was sitting in February of 2008 when I read the line that I am using as the title of this post...Brett and I were taking a Sabbatical, having just returned from Italy, and spending a week at the beach before we eased back into work after taking a month off.  I was still a few months away from birthing my first child, but already huge, and my emotions magnified with the pregnancy.

It was in a coffee shop off of 30-A in the panhandle of Florida that I opened up my computer to read a few blogs.  I checked into my friend Kadie's blog to read a precious post about her Everett confessing his belief in Jesus at a mere 4 years old.  I cried so many tears of joy, I wept in fact.  Because he was like my first child...he was my friend's first child!  My very first friend to be pregnant.  I was with her when she bought the test (and snuck it into my bag so that no one would be suspicious, although, let's be honest, I was still single, and a missionary, maybe it would have been more suspicious for people to think I might be pregnant?!)  I remembered the morning sickness, the day he was born, his first birthday, and here he was, making a life-changing decision to come to a faith that would not be easy, but would be joyful for the rest of his life?  I was overjoyed.  I could not imagine the day that I would get to experience this with my own child.

Until 2 months ago.

And now, I can honestly say that I will spend forever with MY baby boy.  Forever.

As the son of missionaries, little Harrison has been exposed to lots of Jesus talk.  Not just from us, although we hope to talk to him the most about it, and hopefully live life at home in a way where he would desire to share the faith that we have.  We talk to him a lot, pray with him a lot, and make LOTS of mistakes, and ask lots of forgiveness.  There is so much humility in parenting, and as much as I can make excuses to myself or to my husband, when my son tells me, 'Mommy, you were wrong',  It  usually means I am, and I say lots of "I'm sorry's" because I can't teach him to do it if I don't.

On the eve of August 14th, just 5 days after we moved back to Florida, Brett called me into Harrison's room while he was putting him to bed.  Harrison had said he wanted to have God in his heart.  I told him that I could pray a prayer that he could repeat after me if he wanted Jesus in his heart.  He said, "No, Mommy, you pray."  I told him it wasn't a decision I could make for him, but I still prayed anyway.  

2 days later, Brett and I didn't think anything of it, because we thought maybe he hadn't made that decision.  But, Brett reminded me that it's not just about praying, but believing with your heart and confessing with your mouth (Romans) that Jesus is Lord.  He began to ask H questions.  He asked him if he believed that Jesus died on the cross for his sins, and if he believed in his heart that He is God.  Yes, and yes!  He then asked if he could take his toys to heaven!  I told him he wouldn't need them there.  He then asked about if he could take his clothes.  He finally came to the conclusion that we could build a toy shelf when we get there!  

Since then, he has proudly proclaimed that Jesus is in his heart.  

And I'm grateful. 

 I pray that he will believe in Him all the days of his life.  

Lake Time

After our visit to NC, we drove down to Irmo, SC for one night to see my dad's latest project.  He is a custom home builder and I always love seeing the houses he builds.  They are usually very large and beautiful and I knew I would not have another chance to see this one since it is out of state.  The finished product will be absolutely gorgeous and ridiculously big (it's his biggest one to date), and I loved walking through it...but even better was the quick zip around the lake that we took that morning...

 My Dad and my Godfather Charlie built this boat in 1980, the year I was born...and I have lots of good memories of days on Lake Lanier on this guy!

 I had not had a ride on it with my dad since before our wedding in 2004...living in another state and another country, leaving only time for short visits doesn't make for much time on the lake...a crime, in my opinion!!

 So, because my Dad is spending half his time in SC, and Lake Murray is minutes away from where he stays there, he decided to take his boat up there.  so, I jumped at the chance for us all to take a ride with him.

 Warms my heart...

 We didn't have a lifevest for Blythe, so Brett and I took turns riding while Harrison "drove".  Brett had never even seen the boat and wasn't sure it even existed until now!  It was a short, but sweet time and brought back lots of good memories...we won't let 8 more years go by before we go for another ride on this special boat!

Visit to Cary

In July, we visited my dear brother and sister-in-law in Cary, NC.  The visit was too short, as always, but packed with some sweet time.  It was days before Blythe's first birthday, so Lindsey, as thoughtful as she is, had a little mini celebration during our time there!

 Lindsey, Grace, Blythe and me

 our precious girl

 This is such a Brett face to me!!

 Those long eyelashes just about kill me!!

 Gracie really took to her Uncle Brett...He really likes the babies!!

 budding pianist!!

 Harrison LOVES his girls!   We call Gracie 'Cheeks'...can you see why?  Those cheeks are JUST killer!

Thanks, Chris, Lindsey and Gracie, for having us (2 months ago).  It was a special time that we will never forget!!

Cute

Just a few things I wanted to remember...

Today my sister took Harrison to the park...he came home with little flowers for me.

He said, "Mom, I picked some beautiful flowers for you because you're so beautiful."

Melt my heart!

And, Story # 2...

 Yesterday I took Blythe to the doctor to check on a lingering cold...

The doctor I saw was someone new to me...

He picked her up and smiled at her and she smiled right back, and he said:

"Phew, her Daddy needs to worry!"

It's true...he already does...

Looks like I'll need to keep BOTH my kids under lock and key until they are 25!

Oh, and it's just a head cold for the little pumpkin!

Today

Harrison said,

"Mommy, you're the best cooker."

And I just wanted to remember it.  So I'm writing it here.

Because I'm not a very good cooker.

But he thinks so.

So, I'll take it!

She's one!

Interview with a 4-year-old

 On May 19, this little guy turned four years old.  Four.  Four.  Four.  I really just cannot get my mind around it.  I spent 4 years in high school.  4 years in college.  4 years total in China.  There is so much in my almost 32 years of life that has lasted 4 years.  It seems so long at the beginning, but goes by in a flash, and here I am, with a son who is as old as my favorite days of life in Athens and Chengdu, China.  Wow!!  Brett and I have exclaimed over the past year that we LOVED age 3.  It was the most challenging age so far, but SO MUCH FUN!  And in the past few months, we have realized that our baby turned into a toddler, and our toddler is now a little boy (but if he heard me say that he would say, 'Actually, mom, I'm a BIG boy').  

 Well, this big boy is exactly that...SO BIG!  He is tall and skinny with not an ounce of baby fat on him anymore...these pictures are not actually from his birthday but from a few different occasions in April, and they all represent something that I want my memory to cling to forever...his first (and many to follow) ice cream cone at Ikea in China, him walking countless stairs in downtown Chengdu...when we moved there, I had to carry him, but he morphed into a stair climber...his favorite face to make at almost age 4...his train conductor hat as he plays with one of his loves...trains (cars top the trains by only a 1/2 %!), and his darling smile.  He is a treasure!

 We had a party at a nearby playground a few days before his birthday, because we flew to Shanghai on the big day in preparation to fly back to the States on the 20th.  I'll hopefully post about the party later...So, at the Shanghai airport, we celebrated at Burger King (I know, you're thinking, that is so gross, and you haven't eaten at the BK since you were 9, but, overseas, these fast food chains are like a dream come true!)

 We had a little dance party and got some stares from a few locals and Harrison managed to poop on the floor in the bathroom, which is another story for another day, but amidst all the fun, we managed to ask him some birthday questions, which is a new favorite tradition of mine, learned from my precious friend Anne Coleman.  We have continued the interview throughout the week and here are some of the answers....

Me: Harrison, what was your FAVORITE thing about being 3?
H:  Ummmm, turning 4!
Brett:  Well, buddy, you're growing SO fast...let's slow down a little so we can do lots of fun things, okay?
H: Yeah dad, like eat ice cream!
Me: Harrison, who is your best friend?
H: Cameron and Gunner
Me: What is your favorite color?
H: Dark blue, blue, and light blue (He likes to cover his bases, huh?)
Me: Harrison, what's your favorite food?
H: Watermelon (while he was eating watermelon)
Me:  What do you want to be when you grow up?
H: A King or a tiger.
Me: Who is your hero?
H: Daddy.  (No prompt here...probably one of Brett's favorite moments ever!)

My favorite is the very first question...He loves being 4!  He always says to me, "Mom, I can do it, because it's easy for a big boy."  He also says "Actually" ALL the time, which is really funny to me!  He has flown at least 40 times in the air and has landed his feet in 5 different countries, he is a tender, shy, loyal and cautious little guy, and I love him, I love him, I love him.  I'm so glad God chose me to be his mom...the hardest, but most rewarding job I have ever had.  Happy Birthday, Hare Bear.  I am so glad you're my boy!

jet lagging

Well, we are here...back in the good ole' US of A!  I have neglected to write much about it or anything lately as, of course, there was much to do to leave China and arrive here, but I also think I was just avoiding processing the inevitable...leaving.  Did 2 years really just pass by?  Was it all just a dream?  So much of it was impossibly hard, but in a strange way, I loved it.  I miss it already and will miss it forever.  And here I sit in the fog of jet lag, with one kid playing couch potato, loving watching American TV again, and one baby screaming her lungs out since the time won't let her know when to stay awake or go to sleep.  We are trying to unpack and settle in to my dad's house for the summer before we move back to Orlando in August.  I'm not sure how I feel about any of it.  Sad, excited, overwhelmed, but mostly grateful.  Grateful for our time overseas, and grateful to call America my home for a time until we possibly go elsewhere.  I hope to come back and share a little bit about our time there as I have a few more minutes to hang out here on the blog.  I most definitely will be reporting on a brand new 4-year-old boy very soon!! Until then, I will just try to stay awake and enjoy the sunshine and green grass, while missing my friends halfway across the world, and hoping to make new ones here.  I'll be back soon!

8 & 9 months

Blythe is swiftly approaching 10 months!  I knew that I would fall behind on these monthly updates soon enough!  I don't have much to report since my details have fallen by the wayside!

 During Month 8 Blythe started baby food!  She started right after her 7 month birthday on Feb 13 with sweet potatoes (same food H started with).  She did great!  I know 7 months is a little later, but I didn't start her on rice cereal til 6.5 months.  With #2, I was not in a hurry and we were traveling SO much during Jan and Feb that it was easier to wait.  Also, I have to make most of my baby food here ( a practice that I am not too fond of), hence the later start!  That is all I have for month 8 other than Blythe being complete preciousness!

Month 9 took Blythe from rolling to scooting.  She had kind of a limp crawl, dragging one leg behind the other.  Motion was in full effect!  (She is now completely army crawling!)  During month 9 she was trying to get up on all fours, rocking back and forth, scooting ALL over the place, and by the end, army crawling!  She started waving this month and WAVES ALL THE TIME!  She waves when she cries, when you hold her, when she's playing...she looks at a person, makes eye contact, then looks away and waves.  HA!  She laughs so much, and is SO smiley.  We just love her.

On her 8 month birthday i went away for a few days and although I pumped, my milk dropped a lot.  But, with some work it went back up, so she is still nursing 4 times a day (sometimes 5) with a little bit of formula at bedtime or if I'm away from her,  takes 2 good naps and sleeps great at night, but does like to wake up early sometimes.  Ugh.  She eats great, but gets so distracted, and is so active that she is starting to thin out, but still just the most precious girl ever!  She loves her lovey, and is still a thumb sucker, but only when she's tired!

Gege (pronounced guh guh, means 'big brother') got in the picture shots this month....

 Every day he asks, "mom, I just want to squoosh her cheeks, may I please???"

 His favorite face to make!  Did I forget to mention she's teething like crazy?  No teeth yet, but  she puts everything in her mouth!!  Harrison still to this day has never put anything in his mouth, so this is very new to me!!

And finally, a good shot of little miss 9 month old!  I'll be back soon with some 10 month snapshots!!

4 years

4 years ago today we lost my stepbrother, Kevin. 4 years. 4 years. It feels like yesterday.

Today I took Harrison to school, got a baby-sitter for Blythe and went off to be by myself to remember him. And I cried and cried and cried.

Every day I think of Kevin. Every day I miss him. Some days it hits more than others. But, when I look at this face, his smile, I grieve for myself that these are just pictures and not him. I wish so badly that he was still here.

I fear that I will start forgetting the times we had together...the sound of his voice, the way his eyes danced when he laughed, his larger than life heart, his desperation to be freed from his addictions. The memories fade, but the mark he left on my heart never will. I have written more about him in past years here and here.

Kevin's death was SO sad and tragic and unexpected. And there were parts of his life that were so sad as well, but he was such a tremendous person. As I ran into 2 friends today, Lori and Sonya, all I could say to them was "I wish you had known him". And I wish they had...I wish everyone could have known him. He was so special to me.

Knowing Kev changed my life. He taught me so much about being spontaneous, enjoying each day, and loving people as well as receiving love from people. His life was such a gift to me. So today I celebrate his life, and I grieve his death, and I am so thankful for all the moments in between. I long for the day when I can see him fully alive, healed and whole.

Kevin, I love you, buddy. I still feel like every time I go home, you should be there. I hate that you're not. I miss you every single day, and I wait anxiously for the day when I see you again.

Jane's visit

A few weeks ago one of my very best friends came to visit!

When we knew that we were for sure going to be spending a couple more years in China, we wondered if we would get visitors this time around...Most of our family visited us during our first tour here in Asia (for me it was from 2002-2004 and for Brett 1999-2004). It was actually Brett who said, "I bet Jane will come see us." And he was right...She did!

Jane and I met when I was in 7th grade and she was in 8th grade. We met at church and were instant friends! Shortly after we met, we would hang out on Sundays. We never, ever went to the same school except for one day when I had a teacher work day and I visited her school (hilarious). To this day she remains one of my dearest friends, and I am so grateful for her!

Jane LOVES to travel and she originally planned to come visit us last summer during an around the world trip...however, when I got pregnant with Blythe and we chose to deliver her in the States, Jane chose to cancel her trip and just come to visit over her Spring Break (she is a 3rd grade teacher). It meant the world to me to be able to show a friend our life here. It is truly so hard to share a life experience with someone who has never seen that part of your world. Living overseas is a privilege for us and we hope to live overseas again one day. I am so thankful to have shared part of my heart with one of my dearest friends.

We traipsed all over my city...eating yummy food, seeing the Pandas (all the pandas in America come from our city), seeing where I studied language, going downtown, etc...then she and I went to Beijing together and went to the Great Wall, Temple of Heaven, The Summer Palace (which I had never been to before), She did Tiananmen Square and Forbidden City on her own, a local acrobat show, and somewhere in between we shopped and ate a little bit. The best part was the Brett kept Harrison AND Blythe, whom I did not miss for even one second (until I got home, of course!) Even though I have done all those things at least 7 times, I had a BLAST doing them with her and getting the extra time to talk uninterrupted.
Jane's visit was a highlight for sure. I love visitors and she was so much fun to have around for a week!! Love you, Janie! Can't wait to see you in Atlanta this summer!

Faith

20 years ago today, I first heard the story of Jesus' death on the cross for all of humanity. I had never heard it before. Even growing up in the South, I had only been inside of a church a handful of times, and I had not been exposed to any stories of Jesus' love, truth, or grace. If I'm honest, childhood was a rough go for me. But, I met the God who redeems early on a Spring day when I was 11.

So, on that day, March 21st, 1992, on a 6th grade spring retreat with the youth group at Northside United Methodist Church, when I heard that God was my Father, and that he loved me and accepted me EXACTLY how I was....so much so that he sent a savior, His own Son, to die for me...me? I reached out and grabbed it. Me? Really? He loved me? I wasn't too chubby or talkative or quiet or silly? He was my Father? Really?

And sometimes I still ask those questions, but I know that He did. He died for me and my heart that is more deceitful than even i know. He loves me more than I could ever dare dream. I'll never truly understand, but I suppose that is this faith that I confess...believing in what I cannot see and at times desperately don't understand.

So, I struggle to follow Him. And I fail miserably. But, He saved my life on that day. And I will spend every day of my life left on this Earth grateful for His incomparable sacrifice, through joy and pain, gain and loss, I will praise Him and follow Him to the ends of the Earth.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Tales from the Toilet...Revisited

Lest you think I forgot to update you on the potty training that started, oh, ONE YEAR ago, here is a little update on our little trainee...
What a precious boy I have...I love him so much...and this has been the hardest thing I have ever experienced since pushing him out almost 4 years ago...You may have read my previous post which I wrote last year and just posted. It talks about some of my feelings during the thick of training.

Warning:: Potty talk is going to be very prevalent in this post!

I would say now that Harrison is mostly potty trained. He doesn't wet his pants (well, sometimes if he's playing too hard and doesn't want to take a break), and he doesn't poop in his pants anymore. But, we still have a long road to go.

Potty training was never going to be easy with him. I should have known. I did know. Hindsight is 20/20 right? I hesitated to write on the blog because I knew it would just be a snidbit of the nightmare I was experiencing...well-meaning moms who had no idea what was going on would offer more advice. Don't get me wrong, I was asking for advice, but from people who were walking through it with me, not someone who just heard about my plight for the first time.

You see, when we moved to China, Harrison stopped eating and pooping. I see now that it was his coping mechanism with all the change...and yes, a 2 year old can control things...2 things...eating and poop. H would go 10 or 11 days without pooping. So, it was not necessarily the potty training that was the problem...it was his colon.

He got pee down after 7 weeks. He is so good at peeing in the potty, he really only has had a few accidents since then, and I can count on one hand how many times he has wet the bed. Rare. But, because we hated the enemas and he hated the potty, he would hold his poop. As I said in my previous post, we used Miralax, which is truly a miracle, but you have to pump them full of it and it does just make the poop fall out. So, we had a lot of poopy undies (he refused to wear diapers or pull-ups, remember?) But, as crazy as it was, I was grateful to clean poopy undies, because that meant he was pooping!

Over time, his body didn't recognize the cues of needing to go. His stomach would swell up like a little starving child. He wouldn't eat as much when he was full of poo, and his attitude would get worse and worse. He and I would both get worked up. During the summer, I let Brett take over and he did great. Harrison was sitting on the potty and pooping! Yet, then we would wait a few days (too long) and the fear of pain would creep back in.

We visited a pediatric gastro in Thailand and he was wonderful! He gave us some new medicine and a poop chart (which, yes, has diagrams of poop on it...Brett LOVES it!) And we are pumping him full of meds and trying to get him to eat well and drink lots. He now sits on the potty every day at least once (this has been since the beginning of December...this is HUGE...he actually agrees to go sit on the potty. No screaming, no kicking, no "I don't want you, Mommy!") And I do whatever he wants...I let him take a bag full of toys, I give him goldfish on the potty, etc...and he has been doing so good. The doctor said it would take about a year to teach his colon how to contract again and to shrink to normal size, but we have to be on him, so that he will not require surgery.

And he has done SO well! Actually, the past few days he has not gone, which makes me a little nervous, because as he gets backed up, the fear of pain creeps back in, and the fight gets stronger. I cannot tell you the number of days where he is sitting on the potty and I'm sitting on the floor and we are both sobbing...me holding his face in my hands telling him I love him so much, and him saying, "But, mommy, I'm scared...get it out, please get it out! I can't do it!" I can't tell you how many times we have spanked or given time outs for him getting off the potty...or how many times I have told him that he has to poop or else I will take him to the doctor and the doctor will have to take the poo poo out. I have also read him so many stories to keep him on the potty, sung to him, rapped to him (I mean, I DID go to North Atlanta high school--I've got soul!), danced for him, quoted scripture to him, etc. It has been so hard, and I know it's not over yet. Every time we do well, then he skips a few days and we are back at square one.

So many moms said to me when I started potty training and tried to share my woes, "Don't worry, he will not go to his senior prom in diapers." Well, DUH! If one more person says that to me, I will flip my lid. I know he won't wear a diaper when he's 18, but it was more than that...it was his will, and his body that was messed up. It has been a year, and it will be much longer. I would say he is trained, but he still doesn't tell us if he has to poo poo, and he still says he doesn't want to go potty.

As I write this, I'm crying a bit thinking of how awful our bathroom experience has been. I have been so embarrassed at times, I have thought I was a horrible mom, thought I had failed. I have thought that I did this to him, that I should have not let him go as long as he did...did I ruin his colon? I was so discouraged at times, and I am sure I will be in the future. There were days a year ago, that I would wake up and immediately start crying as I didn't know if I could handle one more day of the fight. Doesn't this sound ridiculous? Well, it was so, so real. And so, so hard. And it is a reality for us, and I know I can't go back and change things I did, so I have to do things differently now and trust that God will heal our sweet guy!

But, my little man is a tender warrior. He is so extremely sensitive, and although I fear at times that he will get walked all over, he has fight in him. He now tells me everyday, "Mommy, I won't hold it today." And if I ask him if he is scared, he says, "No mommy, God is with me." I ask him if it hurts, and he says, "No mommy, God is with me." I have had the joy of teaching him one or two verses through it all, and I pray he will remember that Brett and I sat on the floor of our nasty chinese bathroom and prayed for him, and I hope that this whole situation won't send him into the looney bin!

So, there you have it, a bit of an update on the bowels of my eldest. I am sorry if it was too much information, but you were fairly warned. Somehow, I have (almost) survived, and I hope that it only gets better from here. I remember a friend here telling me when I started potty training that it took her a year and I thought, "that will never happen to me." and here I am, a year later.

Never say never!

Tales from the Toilet...April, 2011

Oh, wait, you think I forgot?! Well, here is a post that I wrote from April 17th of last year...REALLY? I never finished it, because the potty training kept on going and going and going....but, I do have an update that I hope to post soon. There is so much more to the story than a little munchkin who was scared of the potty...but, below are some of my thoughts almost a year ago. It has been a long year, but moreso because our little man has done some damage to his colon....so, those of you out there who have not yet trespassed into potty training, please know that your time, however awful it may be, will be much easier than mine.

Enjoy my unfinished post of tales from the crypt...er, I mean toilet...


I know you all have been on the edge of your seat waiting on the update of the Potty Saga that has waged war here in Dooleytown. Oh, I've thought about checking in and letting y'all know how things were going, but I didn't quite know what to say as it has been honestly the most miserable experience of motherhood so far for me. But, thankfully the potty fairy heard of my plight and had pity on my poor potty training soul...but, more on that in a minute.

Back up to 8 weeks ago...Yes, 8 weeks ago when I started this process. If you'll recall, I was using a method called 3 Day Potty Training, and I truly would/do recommend it, but I just did so many things wrong, like...

• Starting to potty train my child while he had a fever...Strike 1

• Attempting Potty Training after the trainee had endured months of enemas. I should have gotten to the bottom of the pooping predicament first.

• Should have started the training a lot earlier, or a lot later...I'm still not sure which.

And these are just a few of the mistakes I made. The first 2 weeks Brett was out of town and I was keeping another toddler as well....although fun, not smart for a tired pregnant potty trainer (aka: "Harrison's worst nightmare")

After day 3 or 4, I realized we had a power struggle on our hands and I actually signed up for a "potty mentor"....Please laugh, because I still get a chuckle out of this myself. However, this sweet lady would ALWAYS email me back within 24 hours or less. About a month in, I told her I was ready to throw in the towel. She told me that mother knows best and that if I needed a break that was fine, but for whatever reason, I decided to keep going. During those first 4 weeks once my sweet neighborhood friends saw that I was not having success, they all encouraged me to stop and go back to diapers. In my heart I really thought this would confuse H as he has had so many bathroom woes these past 9 months. So, I stubbornly kept up the fight.

And it really was a fight....It's hard to accurately put into words on this blog, and honestly, I probably didn't write much about it because I was so discouraged. I have mentioned it is the hardest thing I've endured in motherhood so far (well, it rivals an almost-fatal ruptured appendix and having to be away from my new baby for a week). But, also, I really questioned myself as a mother...now, you veteran moms out there are chuckling thinking, "gosh, it wasn't that bad." OR, "PREACH it sista, it was so impossible!", while you trainers-to-be are either dreading it or thinking it may not be so bad. Well, for you, I really don't think it will be. I don't think it's fun for anyone, but for some odd reason, my sweet little man turned into a monster, which really was hard on me.

He got to the point where he would only pee once a day because he a) did not want to pee in his pants and b) did not want to pee in the toilet. It was really a vicious cycle. If I tried to carry him to the bathroom I would get hit, kicked, etc...not to mention, he's really heavy!

About a month in, when I was ready to give up, we also took him to the doctor re: his constipation issues. We got the same advice: enemas every 3 days. I just thought isn't there something else I can do? Well, in the meantime, my sweet friend Melinda recommended Miralax and you bet I got my sister to send me some ASAP. It truly is a miracle. I wish I had known about it in September. Pooping issues solved, but fear of potty is ingrained.

So, why didn't you go back to diapers, Lauren? I thought you might ask this question, Reader. Well, I tried. But, I couldn't get the diaper on the little devil, and I do mean devil. I tried pull-ups, but he wanted his undies on! He knew too much and there was no going back even if I tried. Lots of tears came when I saw him holding his pee desperately. He was in so much pain and it was so, so hard on me. We were literally praying all the time that God would remove his fear. I really just started hoping he would be potty trained by age 4!

He finally would start peeing on the floor if I could get his pants down, and only once a day was not a big deal as far as clean up goes. I really started praying for accidents. Who does that? What crazy mom actually WANTS their child to pee in their pants more than once a day. Me...

But, then 7 weeks in, when we were out at the countryside, and I could tell he needed to go, and I didn't want him to pee all over our friend's car on the way back, I took him outside (because there was NO bathroom) pulled down his pants and he went!!!

But then I created a peeing outside monster! (which, honestly, is okay here in China)...

6 & 7 months

Blythe turned 6 months in Thailand!! Here are some highlights from month 6:

::1st girls trip to Beijing! We shopped til we dropped! It was a little tough on Mommy, but you were a champ! ::Dec. 18th: rolled from back to front ::Dec 30th: started babbling and audibly saying "dada" and "baba" (which is actually the chinese word for 'daddy') :: January 1: travelled to your third country-Thailand! ::Jan 4: dropped dreamfeed (again) sleeping great (again)! ::Jan 6: Saw a white spot on the gum (but still no sign of a tooth popping through), TEETHING ::Jan 9: Slept on tummy for first time Jan 7: said "mama" ::Rode in umbrella stroller for first time ::Sat in first high chair ::first Christmas ::6-12 month clothes ::Precious

And she turned 7 months in Chongqing! Here are some 7 month highlights!

Above is a classic Blythie face

::grabbing feet A LOT (will you be a gymnast?) ::first mosquito bites (sad) :: 6 month shots ::stats: 8.1 kg (just under 18 pounds) and 68 cm (26 3/4 inches) ::rolling all over the place Feb8: started traveling by way of rolling...I had just mentioned to a friend that she was rolling but hadn't figured out how to travel yet, and then my friend Ashlei said, "ummm, she looks like she's traveling pretty good to me!" Doh! ::Yet, ANOTHER cold! ::Went to Li Jiang, and Chongqing, Chiang Mai and Bangkok :: Has been on 10 airplanes total ::LAUGHING!!

:: Started rice cereal on Jan 25 (a little late) Eating great!! Still nursing great :: 2-3 naps a day

I know there are so many more milestones to add to the list. Blythe is such a gift to our family. When I was pregnant, one of Brett's everyday prayers was "God, please let us just know this baby," as we knew anything could happen at anytime. Our prayer is still to know her well and to know her heart. Thank you, Lord for letting us know and love on this precious girl. She adds so much to our little family. Bring on month 8!!

Prayers

One of my dearest friends here (Becca) had to suddenly fly back to America the other day because her little sister's husband died from an epileptic seizure. Please pray for Kelly as she lost her husband. She has 2 girls who are 1 and 3. So, so devastating.

Thanks for praying for my sweet friend and her dear family.

More to come...

That's right, folks, it's Harrison here...Long time, no write! We were in Thailand for a few weeks, but I convinced Mom to take a few pictures of me and Sissy so that she could tell y'all some fun stories when she has a minute. We are just 2 peas in a pod! I know you're on the edge of your seat. Stay there for more from the Dooley Diaries!