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Down and Dirty (Potty Talk)

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Was she strong willed or a spirited child? Book after book; desperate for information and desperate for answers. I’m not a by the book parent what was I doing? I can’t stand the many labels we place on children, adults, and people in general. Did I need a label to make this better? I’m a behavioral science major with a focus on psychology. I should know this stuff, right? Truth, we are all just human and the question shouldn’t be what label he/she may be but rather how can we help him/her? I am not a medical doctor and never would claim to be one. I have countless hours clocked with working with children {not only my own but 23+ years worth of experience} also including 15 years experience with special needs. Therefore, I’d like to think I can spot something being off when I see it. 

With every passing day that went by I knew in the pit of my stomach something was not quite right; my something is off radar would ring and I would close my ears to its piercing sound. All of K.Bear’s well visits were proving her to be a healthy, growing, beautiful little girl. Why question the professionals? She is healthy; the end!

On the flip side there were so many still unanswered questions I could not seem to shake what child potty trains them self at 1 year old? Why so much “poop” drama as we would say. She ate the same as the rest of us; but, did she need to control that too? A control freak at one? Oh’ man we are in for it.

The days passed, as did the months, and another full year in fact before the pieces would be put together. The “poop” drama seemed to subside {a.k.a extreme constipation} and in fact turned quite the opposite. By the way since we are talking about “bathroom issues” I might also note the color at times was simply just not right. Surely, she must have eaten a popsicle with blue dye for that to occur. However, like any busy parent of now three children I never gave it a second thought. Looking back it was clearly my little girl’s intestinal track screaming for help. Now, was that the ringing bell I could hear?

“Gluten intolerance in children is becoming more and more common. Many parents are not even aware that their child has a gluten intolerance until the symptoms become noticeable enough and potentially disturbing. *

I was almost there. I may have been one step closer and holding the very key to an unlocked, unknown, world. We were clearly on a journey one we were very unfamiliar with. 

*sited from Gluten Intolerance School

Misunderstood

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It’s hard to believe I have been blogging in this space for the past 5 years. To think this is where it all began; me, a mom looking for an outlet during the wee hours of the morning. What started simply as a way to pass time while holding my wide eyed early riser; still and quietly waiting for big sister {Pumpkin} to arise. This very place has become a home, an escape, and where I get to share our story with you.


It is simply amazing to see how a story plays out; His story in fact. A story scripted in our heart long before we were born, days numbered, and outcomes unknown. We walk. We trust and we rest knowing we too will overcome this world. There we were a family; a dad, mom, and two sweet little girls. One as angelic and easy going as they come. A second daughter wide eyed and beautifully created just for us. Our girls could not have been any more different I tell you: although, both loved just the same their temperaments differed from the start.

I wrote this January 2009; ” So my littlest wide eyed wanderer didn’t think that sleep was needed for mommy last night. Another sleepless night! We’re up, we’re down, we’re fed, we’re changed, what more could you want? Just sleep sweet baby. That is what I kept thinking as I literally slept walked into K. Bears room last night 100+ times. I had no idea how little sleep one could actually live on.” {After four kids I can tell you first hand sleepless night are a given and you will survive.}

Our second daughter; K.Bear always seemed to need us more. I have often joked that no one saw her face for the first year of her life as I had no choice but to baby wear her. Cuddled close to Mommy and rarely out of an arms reach.


As a mother I embraced each cuddle and snuggle no less than the 1000 others before it. Now, don’t get me wrong some space of my own would have been nice at times but the screaming we would endure was not worth it. Periodically a mental questioning would enter my mind;  why did she need me so much more? Is this normal? How is it that two girls raised in the exact same atmosphere are so very different?  Was she gassy? Was it colic? Did she just not like people? Confused and pondering but left empty handed night after night. Sleepless nights and cranky days.

The questions seem to come and go. She is our daughter, a gift, loved dearly, and yet, at times she seemed so misunderstood by us; her parents none the less.

Mr.Smiles 3rd Birthday

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It is hard to believe that Mr.Smiles is ‘3’ today!  
Mr.Smiles is still such a joy. He has great personality and a super disposition. He is always jumping at the opportunity to make someone laugh or put a smile on their face; a ‘ham it up’ kind of kid. He is super affectionate; full of butterfly kisses, nose rubs, squeezes, and cuddles. He loves to be in the kitchen with mommy (he even helped make his gluten free/dairy free butter cream cupcakes). Most days he is obsessing over the garbage man, trains, fire trucks, or horses. His imagination is out of this world. A creative style with a punch of spunk. I have no doubt Mr. Smiles future is bright and that God has great plans for my sweet little boy!  I am so blessed to be his mom and watch all his ‘dreams’ unravel before our very eyes.
Happy, happy birthday to my favorite ‘3’ year old!! Love you to the moon and back buddy!

For a step back in time be sure to check out Watch me Grow!