Owen, 5 yrs.

BP 90/50
Height 42.5" 38%ile
Weight 41 lb 50%ile
BMI 16

2 shots, no tears!  However, much angst about having to take off clothes and put on an exam gown.  Can you blame him?  The doctor thinks he is dreadfully shy.  Coming from a mother who did not appreciate anyone in her personal space or anyone who felt threatening, namely medical professionals, at that age, I feel for him.  Sometimes doctors just aren't smart about psychology...and sometimes they are!  But I suppose they're doing they're best and can't understand each child's needs, as they're all so different.  And maybe there's just nothing a doctor can do in some instances to befriend a fearful soul :}

Lollipop

Couldn't resist posting this video my mom sent as she's transferring VHS tapes to DVD's at her house.  Thinking of my Dad two years in heaven now, and what a good sport he always was.  The annual show-choir show at our high school picked him as their victim for this show.  I'm sure I was at least mildly (if not mortally) embarrassed of this as a teenager, but now I just love his unstoppable grin.  Any embarrassment on his part passed quickly enough...I think he loved it ;)

https://vimeo.com/43731811

More advice from Owen

Just overheard on stairs: "Asher DON'T PUSH ME down the stairs!! Do you want to have only one little sister? Do you just want her and no one else? 'Cuz if you push me down the stairs I'll be DEAD and then only Eden will be your sister. Got it? OK, just don't do it."

Asher in undies

Started the potty training process last Thursday.  Since day 1, have progressed from all-out refusal tantrums, heavy bribery and basically nonstop accidents to today a trip to the city for church and back with only one change of undies (and they weren't wet :} and a VERY proud of himself little boy who now joyfully runs to us and says he has to go potty!!  WHAT A CHANGE!!  I was committed, but knew it was going to be a serious uphill battle with Asher and that it might not happen quickly.  Well, Thursday and Friday nearly knocked me out.  I was so exhausted!!  It was a huge mental wrestling match all day each day, and there are two other kids to care for around here.  But we made it.

Now we just have to deal with the #2 problem.  That part of the training is not so far along.  But with the success we now have under our belts, I think he will step up to the plate soon enough.  With a little help from a teaspoon of miralax a day, which will commence tomorrow  ;)

Now, I ask myself, WHAT HAVE I DONE???  This makes getting out and about considerably more difficult with a newly trained guy.  Let's face it, even with him coming and telling me that he needs to go, it is necessary to keep an eye on the clock to avoid the inevitable accidents for the next couple months.  Well, it had to happen sometime, and I could tell that even though he acted like he didn't want any part of being trained, he was secretly wanting to be out of diapers.

Aaaaah.  A fruitful weekend :)  Not to mention, Reuel is replacing our storm door as I type!  The old one was hanging half of the hinge for the last 6 months, so this will be a wonderful update!

Pic:  Asher with his 'snake cake'.  This was his request (demand?) in exchange for his first (and so far only) #2 on the potty.  We ran to the store and back for premade cake and a can of frosting which I fashioned into a form of a snake (good enough for a 2 year old anyway!).  He was THRILLED!!!  He has also been promised a new puzzle, but that award awaits another success.  Kids these days (or should I say:  parents these days).  How were children potty trained in the great depression?  :}