"Poopy Girl"

For as long as any of us can remember, Madison has always loved to come to MiMi and E's house. She can see our house from her house, and before she could even talk, she would stand at the door, point, and cry. She's a frequent visitor, and averages at least two visits per day. Her mother says that's the only way to have any peace in their house.

Several months ago, we began to notice a phenomenon with Madison. It never fails, not long after she comes over to our house, she will poop in her diaper/pants. It usually doesn't take more than fifteen minutes for it to happen, and sometimes it happens more than once. I guess she gets so excited that she just has "to go".

We used to keep a supply of diapers and wipes on hand for the occasion, but now that Maddie's in the process of being potty trained, we don't keep anything here anymore, in an effort to encourage her to use her potty. Poor Madison, she gets over here sometimes, only to have to go right back home to change her clothes. Luckily it's just a hop and a skip to her house.

Well, it's nice to be loved...and I look at it this way, as long as Maddie visits regularly, she shouldn't become constipated! Tonight, as she was leaving to go home after pooping in her pants, she looks at my husband whom she calls "E", and says, "I miss you." I quickly said "you didn't tell me that.", to which she answered, "I miss you, too. We love you, too, our little "Poopy Girl".

Caden Finds His Voice

Baby Caden has discovered that he can make noise. After many weeks of being silent, he now makes his presence known when he comes over to visit. Usually he is so quiet, I don't even know he is here. He never cries unless he is tired or hungry, he's what I refer to as the "perfect baby".

A few weeks ago, he began to make a few sounds. Now he is making lots of sounds! In fact, he was rarely quiet this week! The neatest thing that he's learned is to make sounds while his mother pats his mouth--you know like the sounds we made when we used to pretend to be Indians. I guess it won't be long until I hear him babbling his first words... he turned 7 months old this week.

He's Got Something That I Don't Have...

Grandaughter Madison is reaching that age...you know that age when little girls and boys discover that they are made a little different. My hubby mentioned that she has been into the bathroom a couple of times and tried to look at him while he was using the bathroom...then my youngest son mentioned that she had tried to take a peek at him, too.

The other night we had a family get-together at our house. Madison kept telling baby Caden's mama that Cade needed his diaper changed. Madison told her that over and over. Finally, when Christina went to change Caden's diaper, here came Madison like a little magnet...watching and taking in everything! It was pretty funny. She's not old enough to verbalize what she's thinking, but you can tell that she's defnately thinking...

Three Things You Don't Know About Me Blog Hop

I gave birth to three children, a daughter, followed by two sons. My daughter weighed 8 pounds even. My first son weighed 8 pounds, 11 ounces. My final son, Brad Michael, caused me 21 hours of labor and a very difficult delivery. He weighed in at a whopping 10 pounds, 9 ounces! He was the largest baby ever delivered by my doctor--and it was natural childbirth! I retired from giving birth after that! Note: The picture above was made when Brad was 1 day old, notice how big he is in my arms--wearing a size 0-3 mos!

My husband and I designed and built this house. He did most of the work himself. It originally began as a single wide mobile home with additions, but eventually we removed the mobile home--one piece at a time. We lived in this house for over 30 years and raised all three of our children here. One interesting note: We live in southeastern Georgia, and this picture was made in 1989, the only year that it ever snowed at Christmas! Santa is standing on the front porch.

Two years ago our original house, pictured above, was in desperate need of repair. The wooden floor had been deteriorating and was in need of replacement. The roof also needed replacing. My husband and I weighed our options and decided to build a new, smaller house on our property next door. Again, we designed and built this house ourselves. It took about two years to finish this house. It was a labor of love and we are proud of our hard work. One more interesting note: After my husband and I moved out of our original house(pictured above), my daughter and her husband decided to renovate it and move in. We find it interesting that our daughter is raising her daughter in the same house that she was raised in.