Risky Business

Anyone see a resemblance? Right down to the socks and the singing. I took this picture of Michael after church on Sunday when he wouldn't change into a different shirt and I had to take off his pants because we've been POTTY TRAINING!Two weeks ago yesterday Michael found the "Thomas the Tank Engine" underwear I bought at Target a little while back, to be prepared. I asked him if he wanted to wear it. He said "yes." And so it began. I had noticed I didn't have anything to do that week so I thought we'd stay at home and give it a try. He had been sitting on his potty chair for a few months with his clothes on and "went" a couple of times over General Conference weekend when he learned he could earn a Skittle or an M&M for this accomplishment. I set the timer for 15 minutes and tried to get this guy who hates drinking to drink a lot so he could have some success. He had fun at first, was thrilled about the candy, and then started throwing fits whenever I took him into the bathroom. He would rather watch t.v.. The next day I took him about every 30 minutes to an hour and he did much better. He likes to dump it into the big potty and rinse out the bowl (while I tense up hoping he won't spill it), flush the toilet, and put the bowl back on his potty. Then we go straight into the kitchen for his candy.
He can hold it I know, but he doesn't know when it's coming. I still take him every hour or so and don't know how to teach him to just go in when he feels it coming. Maybe that will come later. For now, I take him into the bathroom (kicking and screaming) and then he forgets all about whatever activity I just ripped him away from and gets all excited about his candy.
One issue, though, is poop. I never know when it's coming and he likes to do it in his underwear. I, however, hate cleaning it up. Chocolate cake batter (above) is fun to clean off. Then your kids smell like chocolate all day when you kiss them! Poop, however, is a different story.
Today after lunch it was actually Sam's that caused the problem. (See above photo illustration). The boys watched Handy Manny or some tool cartoon this morning and decided to "fix" the lamp. Sam is interested in touching the contents of his diapers lately and evidently went to work on the lamp after checking his diaper. I heard Michael screaming, running away from Sam and saying "No!" and went in to check on the situation. Here's what I found:

Sam's face and hands covered in poop.
Michael's face and hair streaked with poop.
Poop on the lampshade.
Poop on the armoire.

I changed Sam's diaper and washed him off. Then I noticed Michael had pooped in his underwear. So I cleaned off his bum, washed out his underwear, then washed his face and hair in the bathroom sink. He'll only has a couple of bruises on his forehead from the faucet as he wouldn't hold still. I think I got it all cleaned up but I still smell something bitter following me around so I can only assume it got in my hair too.
The good thing is I can never get enough of this delightfully ticklish na*ked boy. After story time this morning I decided to walk around the corner and stop in See's Candy for a treat. We've been in California for four months and I haven't had a single white chocolate-covered divinity puff. Although I think this whole affair could have been caused by babies on chocolate, the little buzz helped us all handle it with humor, except for the moment I spanked Sam for smearing his poop on his brother. But, after that, we were all laughing and I still hear them awake upstairs. Michael is singing "Now Let Us Rejoice" with one change; he sings "and some will molest them from morn' until ev'n." instead of "none." It cracks me up. Again, probably because of the chocolate.

Moral of the story: Parents who do chocolate have kids who do chocolate and although potty training stinks, (pun intended), with enough sleep and a little chocolate, you can come away from a day like mine and just say, "na*ked toddlers are cute."

Guess potty training is a "Risky Business."

Choo choo!

On Tueseay I took the boys, with Michael in underwear, to the Sacramento Train Museum. It was our first outing in a long time and I felt so happy to get them out of the house and further away from home than the grocery store! Michael did a great job and "went" on the potty at the museum.
This train was enormous. It was some big oil burning engine. They were scared of it.


Looking at another shiny engine. We were able to get on a couple of the trains and walk through them. The boys were very obedient and held my hands. It was so cute! They loved going on the trains and talked about the rest of the day. Sam kept being afraid the trains would blow their whistles. He hates loud noises! I assured him these trains held still and didn't make any sounds. He was okay with that but still doesn't want to go for a ride on a real one!

I have to admit it was a little scary, even for me. The trains were enormous and you usually don't get that close to them. They had mannequins posed as engineers and even hobos in some of the cars and they always startled me. Sam kept asking, "Who's that?" whenever we saw one.

The real find was the huge "Thomas" train table upstairs. We spent a dutiful 30 minutes there before the late-lunch breakdown occurred. Then I was suckered into buying two Thomas engines at the gift shop. They are so expensive. I swear these will be the first and the last but who could resist this face?
The verdict? Sam says his new red engine "James is my favorite train ever."

It's a Miracle . . . or Two

He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the Lord. -Psalms 113:9
Three years ago today we found out I was pregnant. I was at work when I got the phone call. I called Josh and told him, "They called. They had good news." He said, "What!?" We worked near each other at the US Capitol Building. We agreed to walk toward each other and met in the Capitol Rotunda where we sat on a bench, surrounded by unsuspecting tourists, and were in joyful shock together.
What is eight years times twelve months? Ninety-six months of bitter disappointment? I have the children I feared I would never have. I don't want to upset my friends who are still struggling with infertility, I do not give up my faith that your arms will also be filled. I just have to declare my gratitude for a modern day miracle, make that two.
I still marvel at these little people who have come to join us. They are my sons. I am their mother. They need me to teach them all about life; not just eating and potty training, but how to be a good friend, and how to gain a testimony of the gospel. Their tiny hands will grow and toughen but I will always rejoice in every touch, in their mere existence. Their birth was a miracle. Even with all modern science has to offer in help, our case was still miraculous. The doctors didn't think we had a good chance of a pregnancy and still think we were very "lucky." I know differently. I know it was the power of the faith and prayers of many on our behalf. It was God's will and it was in His hands.
There was a time I lost my faith in having children. Many of you may have despaired over different circumstances in your lives. It is a dark place. It is a selfish void that casts a shadow over your life and sucks out the purpose and meaning. I needed this experience to come to know what faith is. I needed to need God in a way I hadn't ever before. I had lived my life without coming to know him until I was forced to give up my dreams and choose a bitter road, or to humble myself and trust him.Since the boys were born there have been some difficult days. Days when hormones or sleep deprivation or isolation have skewed my perception of reality. Even on the worst of days, with the most crying, messy diapers, and loneliness, if I just picked up one of my boys, the negative feelings washed away in the joy of just holding a dream I feared would never come true.Three years ago today my life changed forever. I just wanted thank my Heavenly Father and celebrate it with you.
*Note: My boys haven't been in a picture together since they started walking, hence the pictures from their 1st year!

Happy Easter

Not Easter, but I just love it. He insists on wearing this new hat all the time.

This Easter was so much fun. I was disappointed we couldn't be with any family as my memories go back to childhood Easters with all of my cousins around, but it gave us a chance to start some traditions on our own with the boys.

I don't remember what we did for last Easter. Maybe my parents came to see us? I should really remember these things. The boys were still babies, though, so we didn't do anything special for them.This year, we had fun.Our neighborhood had an egg hunt Saturday morning for the 1-3 year old's. At first the boys didn't know what to do and wanted to open each egg when they picked it up. We got them to grab a few more before they were all taken. Imagine their surprise to find candy and toys inside the eggs! They were in heaven. Then they got to smear frosting on some sugar cookies and eat them outside at the park. That's what Michael was talking about when he fell asleep that night. It was very memorable for him!

We dyed eggs. It was fun and messy. We have yellow streaks on our carpet under the table now, but hey, we're renting so oh well.
I just noticed the snowman mugs with the Easter eggs in them. A little of Christmas cheer never hurts, I guess!


I felt very un-Oscarson setting out baskets without big bows on them, but they're for 2 year old boys. They went for the chocolate bunnies first, but the Play Doh and the soft baseballs have been the enduring (for 4 days) favorites. Yesterday Sam asked me for some more candy. I told him we only had it on Easter and he said, "Oh, man! I want Easter to come again!" Here's our delicous Easter dinner. We were thinking of having another family join us so I bought a huge ham, had boiled new potatoes with peas in cream sauce, Aunt Bonnie's rolls, Debbie's "Incredible Salad" with sugared pecans and pears in it, and some coconut cake with strawberries. This was after a breakfast of bacon, o.j., boiled eggs, and hot crossed buns - the boys had toast at breakfast and rolls and a little ham for dinner.

While we missed our family, we are so grateful for our own boys and the blessing of enjoying Easter with them and teaching them about it. They know it's when "Jesus got hurt, but now he's all better!" That's a start.

In church, Michael sang - belted - "He Is Risen" and "Christ the Lord is Risen Today." He held out the final notes a little too long with his arms outstretched like a choir director and had a solo for a few seconds. Everyone laughed. He loves singing and was so excited to sing some songs he knew. I don't have the heart to tell him to be quiet.

We hope everybody had a great Eater!

Ants and Mice and Roaches, Oh My!

No pictures, thank me later.

In this 2-year old house with no basement we are now battling all of the above listed "pests." By Battling I mean I have seen 2 roaches, the ants are camping out in the carpet underneath Sam's chair at the kitchen table, and Josh has killed - or caught and released - two mice.

What's the deal?

Despite my best cleaning efforts at vacuuming, sweeping, and mopping, and wiping of the counter whenever any crumb appears, did I mention I have two two-year old boys? - I don't know what else to do. The pantry is safe for now. I guess there's enough to eat under the table!

We haven't had a mouse for a few weeks but the last one was traumatic. I was doing the dishes when Josh screamed and there was a little mouse about to run over my bare feet! Ah! The mouse ran into the cupboard (gross) and I finished the dishes while Josh got out a mouse trap and we turned off the lights and retreated upstairs until morning.

The next morning I came downstairs to get some milk for the boys and I paused before going around the corner into the kitchen. I peeked to see if the mouse trap had anything in it and I didn't see it where we had left it! Then I heard a disturbing sound. There was a LIVE mouse thrashing around in the trap across the floor from where we had left the trap.

Forget the milk, I went back upstairs and informed Josh. He came down and debated what to do. It was a small mouse, stuck in the trap only by it's tail. Could he really kill it in cold blood? He managed to get it into a bucket, cover it with something, and take it for a ride in the car to the closest field. There he had another debate. Should he release it from the trap and risk actually touching it or should he just let it out while still stuck in the trap.

Josh already felt like the mouse had enjoyed special treatment; after all, how many mice get to ride in a car during their lives? But, even this mouse-hater couldn't reconcile his feelings of guilt and freed the little guy before letting him go in the field. I don't think he actually had to touch it, but somehow he freed it. We just hope it didn't get eaten by a snake one minute later!

The ants seem to be under the table where Sam drops more food than he eats, and on the bathroom floor. Maybe they are attracted to the smell of the Clorox wipes I'm using to clean up this week's project, potty training Michael. "Point it DOWN, Michael!"

The roaches have been small, but disgusting. One was crawling on the wall by the fridge, and the other one was, gasp, on the floor in the pantry by the trash can today.

I guess we need to have some professionals out to spray the place.

In the meantime, I feel like a vigilante guarding our place against diseased invaders.

Any tips?