Day 2, Chickens

The chicks are get­ting lots of love from my dar­ling chil­dren and the three chicks per­so­na­li­ties are beco­ming much more appa­rent.  Mar­got seems to be a bit more inde­pen­dent and less inc­li­ned to enjoy being manhand­led by my not so deli­cate daugh­ter.  She is also the lou­dest of the three.  Millie on the other hand, seems calm and doesn’t put up too much of a fit when being hand­led by the kid­dos.  Char­lotte runs like the devil each time a child sized hand reaches in to catch her.  But once caught, seems com­ple­tely calm and well behaved.

 

After 24 hours of having the three chicks resi­ding in our living room, my hus­band came home from work today bound and deter­mi­ned to finish the coop soo­ner rather than later.  Major pro­gress is being made!

Don’t be jea­lous.  Our garage is always clean, no thanks to me!

Steve has lots of good hel­pers and with any luck, no one will loose an eye or toe in the process!

 

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Chickens!

Meet the newest mem­bers of our family.

The chic­ken in the above pic­ture is Millie.  She’s a 1 week old Wel­sum­mer Chick.

This little girl’s name is Char­lotte and she’s a Cuc­koo Maran.

 

 

 

 

 

And the final chick we got is named Mar­got and she’s a Buc­keye.

Let the fun begin!

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Angels on Earth, or at least at church

The kids and I were visi­ting a new church today.  It’s been my quest to find a church that bet­ter fits the value sys­tem and core beliefs I hold dear.  We’ve been to seve­ral churches this past year.  This Sun­day was no excep­tion.  Today we tried Presbyterian.

Thank good­ness Chris and Claire have adven­tu­rous spi­rits.  They try on each church with excitement.

I was a few minu­tes early to the ser­vice today, giving us enough time to use the bath­room and find the Sun­day School room.

As we wal­ked down the hall we pas­sed an ama­zing sight.  There were thirty to forty elderly women and men stan­ding together in bright white cot­ton robes with white sashes lining their collars.

One man in par­ti­cu­lar was breath-taking.  He stood over six feet tall with white hair and a long white beard.  Pic­ture Santa but taller and thinner.

At this sigh my son, Chris, loo­ked up at me and said with as much cla­rity and con­vic­tion as an almost six year old can mus­ter, “Mom, that must be where all the angels gather.”

Maybe it was because the sight was so ama­zing.  Maybe it was his inno­cence.  But my breath caught in my throat and my eyes began to sting.

My boy saw his first angels.

At that moment I knew today was going to be a great day.

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Nighttime Potty Training

Seve­ral years back I thought I knew everything about parenting.

OK, let’s be honest, most of the time I still pre­tend know everything…but I digress.

My son was extre­mely easy to potty train.  So easy, in fact, that by the time he was 2 years and 4 months old he was wea­ring big boy undies during the day and was dry most every night.

Nice, right?  Well, then came my daugh­ter.  She was also day potty trai­ned by two and a half.  But night­time trai­ning was a whole dif­fe­rent story.

Claire sleeps.  Like really sleeps during the night.  There’s no waking her.  And although this is great in so many ways, it is rot­ten when it comes to her abi­lity to recog­nize her body’s cues during the late hours of the night.

Fast for­ward to February.  Claire had recently tur­ned four and was still hap­pily wea­ring her large pull-ups to bed each night.

One day we acci­den­tally ran out of those damn absor­bent pads for­cing night­time potty trai­ning upon us.

Hold me now.

At an utter loss as to what to do, I reached out and asked for help.  I sent a mes­sage to one of my high school friends who has potty trai­ned all six of her dar­ling chil­dren. I asked what she did with any of her reluc­tant night­time potty trainers.

Here’s what she said:  For both of her difficult-to-train chil­dren, she deci­ded to take the dia­pers off all together and equip the bed with those potty pads.  She said she pre­pa­red her­self for a month of nightly sheet chan­ging.  At the end of the month, both children’s bodies had adjus­ted to the new rou­tine and there were no more accidents.

While men­tally pre­pa­ring for this month-long pee fest I found myself goo­gling varia­tions of the phrase, “night­time potty trai­ning” again and again.  On one blog post a woman was asking for advice and help trai­ning her daugh­ter.  A lady who had found suc­cess in an odd way left an obs­cure com­ment on her post.  (I wish I still had the link..)

Here’s what she said:  She suc­cess­fully potty trai­ned her daugh­ter by (get this) inc­rea­sing her daughter’s water intake during the day.  Let me say this again… She made her daugh­ter drink more water during the day.

Crazy, right?

Well she went on to say that she rea­li­zed her daugh­ter was never really fee­ling that “I gotta pee really bad” sen­sa­tion and the­re­fore her body never lear­ned which musc­les were nee­ded to “hold it”.  When that sen­sa­tion hap­pe­ned at night, her body did not know how to respond.

Something in her com­ment reso­na­ted with me.

I was super­mom with son and always made sure he was hydrated…But my daugh­ter?  Not so much.

My Plan:

Star­ting in the mor­ning I requi­red Claire to drink as much water as pos­si­ble, refi­lling her cup as many times as neces­sary.  I became vigilant.

After four o’clock, liquids were off limits with the excep­tion of a small glass of water directly after dinner.

At night­time I’d have her go to the bath­room two to three times prior to laying down, ensu­ring that she appro­pria­tely drai­ned her bladder.

I’d take her to the bath­room just before I went to sleep.

I pre­pa­red for a month long ‘battle’, so to speak, by making her bed with two water­proof mat­tress pads and two bot­tom sheets and one addi­tio­nal water­proof pad directly under her body.

Claire, true to form, began peeing her­self with regu­la­rity.  We (both Claire and I) chan­ged her sheets and paja­mas when that happened.

After two weeks, as if by some sort of miracle, Claire was dry almost every sin­gle night.

Dry.

Nightly.

Ama­zing.

Now I’m a belie­ver.  Once Claire was for­ced into the potty dance during the day, her body began recog­ni­zing the cues at night and res­pon­ded by not allo­wing her to relieve her­self all over her sheets.

Now it’s your turn.  Send me your paren­ting ques­tions and I’ll let you know what’s been effec­tive for me.

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