Is Ada trying to tell me something?

For the last week it has been quite frustrating because Ada will ditch her diaper whenever she goes to the bathroom. It doesn't matter where she is in the house or what she is doing, but she just takes it off and continues her activities. It's been driving me nuts. She doesn't talk, and so I haven't really wanted to try to potty train her.

Well today I found a diaper on the floor, and was like, "Oh great!" And I started to look for the little two year old without her pants on. And where did I find my little Angel? Sitting on the toilet! I thought, "Oh, that is pretty funny!" And I let her sit for a second, and then I said, "Okay Ada, good job! Let's put your diaper on now." So I kept trying to get her to get off the toilet, but she kept on insisting to sit on it. And then finally . . . yep . . . she did it. She pooped!

So now I have three choices. I can either start:
1. Duck taping her diaper shut
2. Attempt potty training her by teaching her to sign potty . . . or
3. Just let her continue potty training herself . . . and see how she does! :)

"Beans" It's what's for dinner!!

On Tuesday we had my brother John over for dinner. I made some Chicken Parmesan with Spaghetti and beans. It wasn't extremely fancy, but it was a good rounded meal. John came over, and I had all the kids sit down as I put all of the food on the table. I set the beans in front of Drews plate, and I turned around to get the Beverage. Suddenly I hear, "Drew!" I turned around and Drew had a big smirk on his face and Lamon said as I put the drink on the table, "Hold on, I think Drew just spit in the beans." What? "Drew, did you just spit in the beans?" Drew said nothing and just kept smiling. "Oh ya, he spit in them." Then Lamon immediately removed Drew from the table and sat him on the stairs for a 5 minute time out.

Meanwhile I was apologizing to John saying, "I'm sorry. Why in the world would he spit in the beans?"John responded, "That's okay. I don't really like beans anyway."

When Lamon got back to the table he suggested, "I have a great idea! What if Drew had beans for dinner?" I agreed that that sounded like a fabulous idea!

Drew returned to the table saying, "Mmmmn, I'm hungry." To which we responded, "Great, because you get to have beans for dinner!" Drew did not so much like that idea. He let us know throughout the entire meal how he didn't want the plate of beans in front of him, he wanted spaghetti! His whines didn't really sway us though, but we decided we would be kind and let him sprinkle cheese on his beans. There were many pleas of, "Mom . . . I'm starving! I don't like beans!" And we continued to tell him that he could have as many beans as he wanted because since he spit in them none of us could eat them and they were all his! They would certainly fill him up. It was a long night of whining for food. Each time Drew said he was hungry, I offered him more beans. And he did reluctantly eat them. It was funny because while this punishment of forcing Drew to just eat beans the entire night was going on, Hayden kept on begging to be able to eat beans like Drew had. Funny little Hayden!

Needless to say, Drew has assured us that his spitting in food days are done! And you know what? . . . I kind of believe him! . . .