Quiters never win and Winners never quit

So. . . after two days of accidents, I quit potty training Sam. Pitiful I know. I don't know if Sam is ready or not but I know I am NOT ready. Diapers just are still a better option at this point. Maybe next week.

Mediating my Marriage

I am taking a Mediation and Negotiation class right now. I LOVE it. So interesting. So relevant to my life. I am not currently planning on becoming a Mediator but it is a Legal, Social Work and Psychology cross listed course for a reason. I am sure I will have lots of opportunities to use it in my future (hopeful) career as a counselor. I also know I will be able to use it in my relationships now.

Last night, in class, we talked about Story Telling. The first step of mediation is the Opening Statement when you as a mediator explain the rules and the goals of mediation. The next step is allowing each party to tell their story. No one is allowed to interrupt and it is the role of the mediator to make sure this rule is kept. This is a very important step for working out disputes because it allows everyone to be heard.

How many times do I interrupt Tim when he is sharing his feelings in a disagreement? It is always out of defensiveness, pride or over confidence that I know what he is going to say next (Yeah, I am a jerk.) How much more quickly could we solve our issues if I didn't do that? Do I need a mediator to tell me to shut up so Tim can share his frustrations? I sure hope not. What a simple little thing that could make a big improvement. We are happy together (well I am, I can't speak for Tim) but no matter how happy you are in your marriage, it can always be better right? I love this class!!!!!!!

The Stanley Students 2008

Here are our kid's school pictures. We are quite pleased with how they turned out!

Joe

Elisabeth

Lincoln

Feeling Peachy Keen

Today I did something new and adventurous for me. I canned peaches. It came out to 7 quart size jars and 11 pint size jars. Don't ask about the uneven number...something about how many I had left from last year plus a new case.

I killed two birds with one stone today. Not only was I able to store a bunch of peaches for later use but I also cut down on the amount of peaches we will have to dispose of in our backyard. Maybe that will cut down on the fruit flies too. Last year we had just moved in and there were conflicting reports on whether our fruit was safe to eat due to spraying for the Japanese beetle. This year we know it is safe and it has been like the garden of Eden going into our back yard and plucking a perfect peach right off of our tree.

I want to thank my wonderful mother-in-law BK who taught me last year how to can with the apricots in the back yard of our old house. Even better, she wrote down the instructions so I followed them and as far as I can tell it all turned out good. I guess it is just up to the taste test to give me the final verdict.

Now that the peaches are done I need to figure out what to do with my apples and how to juice grapes. I have never done either of those so that will be an even bigger adventure.

Toilet Training here we come!

This morning I made a decision. I don't know if it is because Sam seems ready or I am finally ready but I have decided it is time to potty train Sam. I will at least give it a good try. If it is easy I would be a fool not to just get it done with. Sam has the kind of personality that I could see this going quickly. He seems eager to please. We also seem to be able to have decent conversations. I think potty training requires in a big part, the ability to communicate. We went to Wal-mart today and bought the little boy underwear. Now I am entering a higher level of commitment.
In the midst of the busy day I kind of decided to wait 'til tomorrow to start. As I was changing his diaper though he said
"No, I want underwear!" so that is how he went to Pack Meeting. No accidents yet! As he was getting out of the car he said
"I show my underwear to my friends"
I said "No, you don't show your underwear to people. That isn't nice." Then he clairified.
"No, I show it to my little friends!" At least he is proud. Hopefully that motivates him.
This should be quite the adventure. It always is.

The End of an Age

Yes, turning 8 is an exciting age. You, get baptized, you start going to scouts or achievement days and last but not least, you give up the booster seat. For me this is a big one. We had 3 booster seats in our van up until yesterday. Two of them are the backless, light booster seats. The third was a convertible car seat.

It was heavy, (it is the blue one Sam is sitting in) had a big back, arm rests, and an annoying base that makes it hard to buckle . When it was a car seat, with the harness in it, it took an hour to put the harnesses back in after it was washed. Believe me, with Sam, it was washed more than it's fair share. I have been counting the days until I could rid of that annoying, yet life saving contraption. Now that Elisabeth is out of the booster seat I take a deep sigh of relief. The first thing I did the morning of her birthday is take that thing out.

When I look back and see the inside of the van, it obviously no longer caters to the needs of toddlers or infants. I feel a little veklempt. I am saying goodbye to something. It is the end of a stage in our lives. Even if it was not an easy one and I am glad it is over, it is over. The age of infants and toddlers is now over (assuming God doesn't have any surprises up his sleeve.) Now it is the time of pre-schoolers, school agers, pre-teens, teenagers and beyond. And I thought toddlers were hard. HA! !

Happy Birthday Elisabeth!

Today is my daughter's birthday! It is #8 so it is an important one. Elisabeth is like one of those companions who is never green and even though you might be "senior companion" you know who really seems more apt for the position. Elisabeth is the definition of matronly to me. She is so nurturing to those around to her.

Elisabeth is everything I could ever have asked for in a daughter. She likes girly things but at the same time she is tough enough not to be prissy. She is very loving toward her little brothers and other little kids and is a great friend for her big brother. Even when she was little, I remember I had the choice to leave her with the babysitter or take her to my prenatal appointments. I chose to take her with because she has always been such good company.

Even though she may complain hence her new title "Princess of Wails" she is quite obedient and can (almost) always be counted on to do as asked. Elisabeth is a princess in every way. We love you Wiz! Happy Birthday!

Mystery foods

Two nights ago I heard the following conversation
Tim: Sam, what do you have in your mouth?
Sam: I don't know.

What more need I say?

Don't Kiss and Tell

Last week, as I was walking Lincoln home from Kindergarten, a girl walks by with her dad and calls
"Hi Lincoln!"
He responded and then I asked him what her name was. He then yells
"What's your name?"

(This is the same girl who on the first day of School Lincoln tells me just as he comes out of class
"There is only one cute girl in my class, and that's her". )

She answers (I will keep her anonymous for her sake and Lincoln's)
Then Lincoln goes on to say. . .loud enough for the girl and her father to hear
"I like her! I love her! When I grow up I want to marry her!"
After a pause he whispers,
"I kissed her in school"
He later told me
"I was just kidding."

Yesterday at the School carnival the same girl was in line behind us. Thankfully with her friend's family and not her parents. I overheard her tell her friend
"Lincoln kissed me, right on the lips!" She seemed pretty darn proud.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH! !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her friend responded to her
"You shouldn't say that so loud!"
WOW! Are we in such trouble!!!! I can't say I didn't see that one coming though. When Lincoln wants something he gets it. I imagine the same thing goes with the girls.

Tigh and Rosalyn for President

Granted they are not identical but there is just too much similarity not to have to laugh. Think about how you would describe them to someone:
Tigh/McCain-tortured, imprisoned war hero, married to a hot blond, looks a little like a bull dog, white hair and balding, grew up in military family, favor extreme military measures.
Rosalyn/Palin- religious zealot, political career. Attractive, longer dark brown hair, glasses, The other day I heard a news caster refer to Obama as Apollo.