Rename This Blog!

John posting:
Major programing note- This blog will need to have a new moniker once baby number two gets here. We can't keep calling our family blog 'peek-a-boo jack' without giving that kid a complex. Lets have some ideas people!

An offering to start:

Ursula Smursula

A Whole New Jack

He wears underwear & pees in the potty.

He stays in our church nursery without screaming (this has been an issue since he was 13 months old- one of us pretty much had to stay with him in the nursery for the past 2+years!).

He tells stories, volunteers & requests songs in Sunday School (and somehow it always ends up being hysterically funny- at least to John & me).

He goes right to sleep most nights without calling us in 100 times.

This has all happened in the past 3 weeks.

November has been a big month in our house.

4 more weeks!

Well, my due date is 4 weeks from today.  Hopefully not too much plus or minus those 4 weeks.  It's hard to believe that we'll be meeting this little one so soon & that very shortly we won't be able to imagine life without him or her.  

Diapers are bought, the crib is set up & now we're just waiting!

Potty Mouth

If you've ever been around a group of moms, then you know that a common topic of conversation is their child's potty habits.  Somehow, a totally unacceptable & gross topic of conversation becomes completely normal & fascinating.  Everyone has their diaper blow-out stories, potty training stories, etc, etc.  I could tell you the pooping habits of my closest friend's children.  Gross, but true, and not at all unusual.

Well, now it's my turn for some potty talk.

I've been trying, unsucessfuly, to potty train Jack since this summer.  It was a big deal for him to move from diapers to pull-ups & he met the change with much resistance.  Well, it turns out that pull-ups are diapers in disguise.  We got to the point where Jack would tell me he needed to go to the bathroom, I would tell him that I would take him to the potty & he would smile & say, "No thanks mom.  Maybe later.  I'll go in my pants."  He would really only sit on the potty for his grandma.  

So, this week we did a big countdown to take away the pull-ups.  He was not happy about this.  I made a paper chain that I rigged (of course!) so that we would run out of pull-ups & chains on Wednesday night.  This meant there were no more pull-ups & he had to wear his underwear.  (I'm going to miss the days when I can rigg things to my advantage.  One day soon he's going to catch on.)

Well, the boy has been wearing underwear since Thursday (with the exception of sleep times) & he's had ZERO accidents!!  And, yesterday at church he actually went poop in the potty.  He was sitting & told me he needed a diaper to poop in.  I told him I didn't have any & he would either have to go in the potty or hold it until we got home.  He paused & said, "Okay mom.  I went."  And he did!  Then we called John out of Sunday School to come take a look.  The 3 of us threw a poop party in the bathroom & last night had ice cream for dinner.  (I had promised him that we could do this a while ago to celebrate the 1st time he pooped in the potty.)

This is a huge success for us.  I can't believe it's been so easy so far.  I totally expect some set-backs, especially when the baby comes, but right now I'm just enjoying this.

So, that's my poop story for the week.  

Perhaps I need to duct tape the child's mouth shut in public...

Jack & I were at Wal-Mart for over an hour today at 5pm, when I'm pretty sure the store is the most packed.  I hate Wal-Mart.  I rarely go there.  It's overcrowded & hot.  Really, really hot.  But, I had to get our tires changed because, once again, I got a flat tire while John was out of town.  Bummer.

Anyway, Jack & I were hanging out in the toys & a woman with an abnormally large bottom came walking by.  If you took the average ample American bottom and multiplied it by 10, you might come close to what we were looking at.

And then it happened.  The inappropriate comment from my son.

"Mama!  That lady has a big bootie!  Mama!  Mama!  Look!  I like that big bootie!!"

This was of course said at the top of his lungs while pointing.  He was thrilled at her bootie & pointed it out to everyone within hearing distance.  I didn't know what to do, so I just picked him up & walked away, but I couldn't stop giggling myself...

Thank you friends!

Thanks everyone for your kind words on my belly photo.  Those are nice to read as I am rapidly growing out of my MATERNITY clothes!  But, truth be told, both times I've pretty much liked the way I've looked pregnant (up until that last month when you get bigger than you ever thought possible!).  

To answer the Jack question, he usually says the baby is a sister.  But, he also says that the sister is growing in HIS belly, along with a brother.  It's just a sexless baby growing in my belly according to Jack.  Most other people think the baby is a girl, including John & my mom.  I have no inkling either way.  I think I just assume it's a boy because I've already had a boy & that's all I know.  (And, I love little boys!)  

Jack has also told me that he wants the baby to sleep in his bed with him.  If it keeps me from waking up a zillion times a night like I did for months with Jack, I think it's a great idea!

My Little Pirate's Booty

The Belly

As requested, here is a photo of my gigantic belly, courtesy of my friend Emily.  Only 6 more weeks to go.  Ack!

Halloween!

We had a great time on Halloween.  Jack got to go trick-or-treating at school & at night.  I can't believe how much candy that kid brought home.  I had to carry his plastic pumpkin because it was so heavy.

We went trick-or-treating with our friends the Holcombes.  Ava Belle was dressed as a rat & Jack was dressed as a pirate.  They both made themselves right at home at the houses we visited & dug through pretty much every candy bowl, helping themselves.

Best Mom Moment of Today

Unprompted I love you's.  Jack gave me at least 10 today, followed by lots of kisses.  So sweet.