Second Baby Changes

I decided to jot down a few differences of my parenting style between my first and second baby, and how I have changed. Maybe ‘evolved’ would be an appropriate word.



First baby: I checked every single food I put in my body on my app to see if it was safe. I didn’t even eat any pepperoni pizza. Who was I? No caffeine either. Paranoid.

Second baby: I ate anything I wanted. I drank my sweet tea.  I don’t even remember if I checked to see what small fruit my tiny baby was amounting to. Much more relaxed the second time around. Don’t lift heavy objects? Heck, I was carrying in groceries with a toddler on my hip.



First baby: Room was done and decorated. Name was picked. Clothes were washed and ready. College and career paths were planned.

Second baby: No name. Still used the “baby’s room” as the “clean laundry you throw in a large pile that need to be folded” room.



First baby: Stressed. Anxious. Nervous. Excited. Totally shocked when my baby came out covered in hair. (The nurse literally saw my and Daniel’s face and said, “Don’t worry, the hair falls off.” Ok cool. I knew that Mexican side was hairy, but I didn’t know I was going to give birth to a baby wolf.”)

Second baby: Still nervous, anxious and excited but much more relaxed because I knew what to expect. Not so shocked when my baby came out as a little hairy wolf.


Newborn Stage:

First baby: Freaked out over everything. Wrote down each time she peed, pooped, blinked. What side did she nurse off last? Is she getting enough milk? Why is there so much spit up? Does this poop look bigger than quarter sized?  Must lay on back. Must swaddle.

Second baby: He pooped. He’s good. Let’s just let him sleep on his belly.



First baby: Documented how long she nursed, what times she nursed.  She must have exactly 4 ounces at each feeding. Monitored what I ate. I can’t drink this, I can’t take that.

Second baby: And what’s the name of this wine again?


Washing of Things:

First baby: Deep cleaned all bottles. Sanitized everything! There’s a small amount of spit up on her onesie, change her. Gave her a nice, loving and relaxing bath with lavender scents at set time in the evenings. If the papa (pacifier) fell on the floor, wash it! All family members knew to wash the papa with soap and water immediately. (Sorry for being so extra, fam.) Food fell on the floor? GET THAT OUT OF YOUR HAND!!! Don’t eat that, it’s dirty!! She’s gonna be sick!

Second baby: Ehh, it’s just a little bit of spit up, he’s fine. I’m not going to change him. Papa fell on the floor? It’s fine, give it back to him. Build his immunity. Papa falls on dirty restaurant floor? No worries. Daddy will put it in his mouth to lick the germs off. Food falls on the floor at the house? Ezra, come here baby, clean this up. Oh shoot, it’s past bedtime and you haven’t had a bath. I’ll just wet a paper towel and wipe your face. Clean enough.


First baby: Must take a picture of every.single.thing. I’m going to make a memory book documenting every single second of her life. First time sitting on this square inch of the couch, snap it. At least 243 pictures a day. A video of her just staring at me. Look, did you see how this smile is different from yesterday’s smile?

Second baby: How many months is he this month?



First baby: Only organic. No processed foods. Homemade baby food.  Must have a balanced nutrition.  (A lot of that has changed now that she’s a toddler and loves pasta and cheese.)

Second baby: You are going to eat what we have, bubba. Old cheerio you found under the couch? I’m not going to freak out. Enjoy it. The kid can bite meat off a rib. I ain’t worried.


Baby Items:

First baby: She needs this Rock-n-Play. She needs this Mamaroo. She needs this bouncer. She needs this specific brand of swaddle. The sheets need to match her room. She needs the plethora of toys that she is only going to twice.

Second baby: He’s got a crib, and sister’s toys. He’s good. Oh and an old TV remote, and miscellaneous house items he shouldn’t have. His favorite is taking out all of the plastic containers out of the cabinet. Cost me zero dollars. Why keeps things organized? My house is a maintained mess anyways.

I could keep adding to the list!

Don’t get me wrong, there are still plenty of times that overprotective, obsessive, helicopter mom comes out, but I am definitely more relaxed. I’m just as obsessed with this second kid as I am my first. I still stand by his crib and watch him sleep and make sure he’s breathing, all while admiring his pure perfection. Even when there are avocado remnants in his hair, and he ate the food his sister spit out or spilled on the floor for dinner.

To My First, I See You

To my first, I see you.

It’s a lot different now. You aren’t my only one anymore.  You now have to share the attention that was once only yours. But I promise, I see you.

I see you dancing in the living room while I’m nursing the baby.

I see you playing with your baby brother and keeping him entertained while I’m making dinner.

I see you get so excited when I come home from work to see what surprise is left in my lunchbox.

I see you being so sweet to bubba. Sometimes sour, but mostly sweet.

I see you being patient while I put baby brother to sleep.

I see you waiting for me so we can play before you have to go to bed.

I see you sharing your books and toys with bubba.

I see you yearning for me when baby brother is crying and getting all my attention.

I see you wanting to be carried just so you can be next to me.

I see you pulling at me to play when I’m cleaning the house.

I see you wanting me to go to sleep with you just so you can have all my attention.

I see you learning and growing so much faster now. Much faster and I feel like I can’t keep up.

I see you becoming a little girl now. Not just a toddler.

I see you wanting to be just like me.

I know the baby takes up a lot of my time right now, and the days are so short that we don’t have much time together, but I promise, I see you.

Sometimes it may feel like you come second, but baby girl, you will always be my first.

Surprise Date Challenge No. 2

We finally had our second surprise date! It was supposed to happen in May, but May was crazy. Then it was supposed to happen in June and June was crazy. It’s not always easy carving time out for dates, but we finally did this past Saturday.

It was Daniel’s turn to surprise me. I LOVE surprises, but I can almost always figure out what he’s getting me or what he’s doing. It’s not like I try to ruin surprises for myself, it’s just that my brain can usually figure it out. Then I get mad at myself for ruining my own surprise. It’s a blessing and a curse – anyone else feel my pain?

Anywho – let’s get to the date.

Originally this was going to be a “just us” date, but since we missed the kids so much when we were in the Bahamas, he wanted to take them with us. So it turned into a family date!

Let’s go over the rules of the challenge.

The challenge rules:

  1. The date planner must not disclose any details of the date
  2. The date planner is to advise what ‘the surprised” should wear
  3. The date planner and the surprised switch roles every other date.

The family surprise date started early – we were out of the house at about 8:30 a.m.

Breakfast was in the car – he picked up some tacos for us all. He surprised me with my beloved carne quisada and cheese. The oooey, gooey melted cheese with meat and gravy really hit the spot. Alright, alright…I’m digging this date so far.

He said it was going to be a ride so I knew it wasn’t going to be in San Antonio. We rode for about an hour or so and found ourselves in Wimberley, TX.

First Stop – Wimberley Market Days 

We have been wanting to go to these market days for a while so I was super excited when we pulled up. Ok. Ok. Brownie points for the hubbs – not bad, not bad at all. They have a lot of antiques and handmade items – which is what we love. The kids did AMAZING. We gotta teach ’em young how to hunt for antiques and treasures. I found a cute, vintage bird cage and a fig tree. That kind of stuff excites me. Haha.

First stop was a success! We can’t wait to go back.

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Second Stop – Lunch at The Back Porch in Wimberley, TX 

We went to the CUTEST place for lunch. It’s called The Back Porch. It’s exactly how it sounds, a back porch restaurant – right next to the river.  The restaurant was hidden only two miles away from the market days.  The weather was perfect, the service was great and the food was delicious. You can swim in that part of the river in front of the restaurant and they have live music in the evenings. Our kind of place. Damn, he’s done good.



Our family date was perfect. I kinda love him a little bit more.. 🙂

I still don’t know how he found that cute little restaurant on the river – he really surprised me!

(P.S. – the kids did so good. We both talked about how well they did. The date could have gone the total opposite if Kapri had one of her toddler, life-ending meltdowns. Phew. Glad we avoided that. )

Next month is my turn! I already have it all planned out in my head.

Have you taken the challenge?

Ezra Duke | 6 Months

You are a half year old!

Firsts & Milestones.

Your 6 month birthday is bittersweet. You are growing and growing and I love it, but you’re growing up and time is going by too fast. I can see in your eyes that you can’t wait to go after sister. You will grow up soon enough, my love. Stay little for me just a little while longer.

You had your first trip to the beach this past Memorial Day Weekend. I’m sure you had no idea where we were, but you seemed to love it.

You spent your first nights away from home at Grandma and Pop’s house while mama and daddy were on retreat. You slept great for Grandma. I know with me, you just want more cuddles – and easy milk access. Grandma’s milk factory has been closed for years…decades.. going on centuries now…. so why wake up? (My mom is going to love me for that one. Ha!)

You had your first carousel ride, train ride, and splash pad experience at Morgan’s Wonderland. You’re pretty accomplished for a 6 month old.

You celebrated your first Father’s day with daddy.

Your hair has been falling out, but you are still as handsome as ever. You pull off the comb over.



You wake up about every 2 hours, almost on the dot, to nurse. Some nights you sleep longer than others. Even though I run on no sleep the majority of the time, I’ll pick you up anytime you need me. I’ve learned that babies don’t keep.

You still sleep on your belly with your hands underneath you – oftentimes with your butt in the air.




You tried mashed avocado for your first food. You didn’t know what to do with it and spit it all back out. Daddy said you better fix your ways because we’re an avocado eatin’ family! Ya hear? (I totally did that in a hick/redneck voice in my head while I typed.) Kapri ate what you spit back out – I’m telling you…that’s how much we love avocado. Baby drool? We don’t waste no avocado!

Until we find what you like to eat. Or you get on board with the whole avocado thing, mama’s milk it is.



I would still say your favorite is Kapri. Although, you do love that mama is home for the summer. I love it too.

Hair Pullin’. You get so happy and just grab and pull hair. You LOVE to pull sister’s hair. Thank God she’s hard headed.


Smiling. You love to smile. You smile at everyone. My happy, easy-going baby.

Jungle Monkey. You love that monkey that hangs from your activity gym/mat. You get mad at him a lot. Or maybe you’re just talking to him about life.

Chewing your fingers. Those fingers are always in your mouth covered with drool.


Happy 1/2 Birthday, Baby Duke Man! (I’m only two days late writing this.)


Here’s a  6 month photo shoot I did in the backyard of the tubster.

[Thank you to my assistant, Daniel, for holding the fence boards in the background for me. You may have been literally behind the scenes, but the way you held that fence with so much strength was impeccable. Also, you didn’t tell me to hurry up while I was playing photographer. Your patience made me weak in the knees.  Kapri, thank you for just being yourself.]

We were going for the carpenter, wood-working, handy-man look. (It was cloudy, but still sunny. Hence all the frownies.)




Beach Trippin’ with the Duke Man

The littlest of the Mexican Vanilla babes took his first trip to the beach this past Memorial Day weekend to Padre Island. It was a gorgeous day for the beach – breezy and sunny.  Kapri jumped the waves and played in the sand, being her crazy toddler self. Daniel jumped the waves and played in the sand, being his crazy toddler-man self. I don’t know about you, but I prefer not to be buried and covered in sand, but Daniel loves it. Our kids will always have a daddy that’s up (or down?) for being buried in the sand. That works for me.


Ezra chilled, like the tubster he is, under the umbrella for the majority of the time until he was ready to venture out. When he did, it was nothing short of an adorable baby digging his little chubby feet in the sand and looking precious – having no idea what’s happening or going on while his mom acted like a crazy paparazzi person trying to get pictures of him and his sister.  He’s a mama pleaser so he went along with it. Everyone had a great time. First beach trip for the Duke Man – in the books.


Later that evening we went to our favorite restaurant in Rockport, The Boiling Pot.  It was delicious, as always. Have you been there? If you haven’t, I highly recommend the next time you are down at the Texas coast!




Ezra Duke | 5 Months

Well, it’s month 5 with you earth-side.

You are the happiest little baby and love being talked to. A total sweetheart. You love to smile and drool.  Give you a little attention, and you are good to go. Except when I get home from work on the weekdays. You have to be carried by your mama. I have mastered the art of cooking with a toddler on the counter and a baby on the hip. I can’t just carry you any old way. It must be on my hip, facing out. That way you can see the world, and know that mama still got yo back. I try to put you down and in the half second that I change positions to put you down, you instantly fuss. Then you instantly stop when I put you back on my hip. You got me wrapped around your finger.



Firsts. & Milestones.

I gave you your first haircut. And yes, I saved the cut hair. I’m sentimental, ok?  Will you let me always cut your hair? I hope so.

I got to celebrate your first Mother’s Day with you by my side. It was a perfect day.

You found your toes. And eat them like the chubby sausages they are.

You are a master at tummy time. You can scoot pretty well and try so hard to crawl. You will soon!

You came down with Roseola this month. That was not a fun time, but we got through it!



You’re a tummy sleeper. You used to sleep really good and only woke up once a night. You decided you ain’t about that life anymore and wake up every two hours. Good thing you’re adorable.

Let’s pray that improves.



Tubby. Chunky. Tubbs. Chubbs. Tunker. Bubba. Tubster.



Just mama’s milk. Going to start food soon!



Kapri. Your favorite person is, by far, Kapri. You may be a mama’s boy, but Kapri has your heart. I don’t know the  right words to describe y’all’s relationship. She is obsessed with you and you adore her. You can just watch her for hours. Your little legs start to kicking when she’s running around the house. You can’t wait to start running with her. You’ve accepted her craziness and let her do whatever she wants with you. You are HER baby, and you are very proud to be HER baby. I am the proudest mama to see all the love you both have for each other.

Eating your fingers. Those fingers must taste like chocolate because they are ALWAYS in your mouth. Sometimes you gag yourself and then frown at me because you don’t know how that happened.

Talking to daddy. You get real serious when you talk to daddy. I am certain you are tattle telling on your sister.

Having your junk exposed. Is this a man thing? You could be crying and as soon as i open that diaper up, you immediately calm down and put a smile on. You would be happiest completely nakie.   You love that fresh breeze. You lack no confidence, just like your daddy.

Standing. You love to stand and push off your feet. You’ve got some strong chubby thighs.

Looking at yourself in the mirror. You surprise yourself every time with how dapper you are.

Happy 5 months, little man. We love all of your double chinning self.


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Kapri’s Birth Story

Kapri was not planned by us, but she was definitely always planned by God.

Where do I start? Let’s go back to the beginning.

The month is February 2015. Daniel and I had just booked a trip to  Antigua in June with all of our friends. It was going to be our first couples trip before everyone started having babies. (oops.) It was nearing the end of the month and I was a day or so late. I didn’t think anything of it to be honest. The next day passed and I still hadn’t “started”. That’s weird. I go and ask my boss at the time how soon she took a pregnancy test and she said the first day she missed. Fast forward a few hours and we are both in a bathroom at work and I’m peeing on a stick. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. It felt like forever waiting for the results. I looked at the stick, and it said negative (or so I thought). It had a very, very faint line. At the time I thought it had to be an extremely dark line to be positive.

To be honest, I was disappointed. I mean, we weren’t trying to have a baby or anything, but deep down I wanted the test to say positive. I get home after work and I decided to read the directions for the pregnancy test. Why now would I read the directions? Any-who, I was looking at the pictures of a positive pregnancy test and it said, “Even if the line is very faint, it is positive.” Uh, that looks EXACTLY how mine looked. Am I pregnant? I grabbed the second pregnancy test from my bag and took it. The results came back the same, a very faint line. Holy Moly. I think I’m pregnant.

I couldn’t stop trembling as I waited for Daniel to get home. It was baseball season so of course he had practice and the night was dragggiiinnngg. He got home and while he was eating dinner, I told him, “I think I’m pregnant.”

He looked at me and said, “Well what about the trip?” Seriously? The first thing that came to your mind was the trip? It wasn’t an, OMG I’m going to be a dad, or ahh let’s dance in the kitchen and celebrate type of reaction I was secretly hoping for. It was kinda like he looked at me wondering how it happened. Well we know how it happened – February 8th to be exact. To this day, he will tell you I tricked him. Oh ok, we all know how that works.

A few days later at 2:30 a.m. I decided to take a digital test and it read ‘Pregnant’. Yep. I was pregnant.


I was always extremely tired in my first trimester and suffered from this intense pain in my left side, but other than that my pregnancy was fairly easy. We decided to not go on the trip after all, it was bitter sweet.


At 20 weeks we found out it was a girl. I always thought I would have a boy first – so he could protect his younger siblings and what not.  I felt bad because I kept calling the baby a “he” and she was a “she”. I had no idea at the time that this little girl was perfectly made to be our first.

Daniel kept telling me he felt so stressed already and I’ll always remember him saying, “I wanted to worry about just one penis, and now I have to worry about all these other penises.” He told me it’s different, it’s different having a girl over a boy. My poor husband. The teenage years might cause him some gray hair.

My pregnancy progressed and around 34 weeks I went in for a routine ultrasound. Everything was normal except the baby was breech. The doctor said she still had time to turn and there’s enough fluid for her to do it. Ok. I’m sure she will.


36 weeks came around. The baby was still breech. We talked about the procedure to flip the baby, but my doctor didn’t recommend it because the risks were high. I decided to opt out. We went ahead and scheduled a c-section for October 21, 2015, a week before my original due date. If she was still breech, then he would have to do a c-section. I still felt like she would flip. It didn’t hit me that I might have to have a c- section.

I always envisioned how my delivery would go – I would deliver my baby “naturally”. Everything would go smooth – I mean, I’ve got the hips for it. I also felt like there was a stigma around c-sections. I didn’t want one. I shouldn’t have to get one.

The night before my scheduled c-section, I couldn’t sleep. I just laid awake holding my belly and praying she would turn. She was moving A LOT – she had to flip, she had to. 6 a.m. rolled around and we were reporting to the hospital. They hooked me up to the monitors and went over all the documents and what not. None of it felt real. It was kinda like an out-of-body experience for me. I felt like she turned, and they were going to tell me to go home.

The nurse came to do one last ultrasound just in case she flipped. My fingers were crossed. Nope. She didn’t. She was still breech. A few minutes later I was walking to the OR.

It was all surreal. Am I really going to have a c-section right now? I’m sitting on the table while the epidural is being injected into my spine thinking, why didn’t she flip? Was something wrong with me and she couldn’t?  I was so scared. The numbness soon took over and I was laying down waiting for them to begin. A few minutes go by and the doctors were pushing and pulling – I felt like I was being jerked around the table. The doctor made a comment that the baby was pretty far ‘up there’ and was struggling to pull her out – stubborn much? (Totally not a depiction of how she is now, ha). They warned us she might have some bruising on her legs from all the pulling.

Finally. She was out. The room was silent. Why isn’t she crying? What’s wrong.  My heart sank. The few seconds turned into a lifetime as I was waiting to hear her cry. Then she did. It was the sweetest music to my ears. The tears rolled down my cheeks. I was a mommy. She was here. She was beautiful. She was perfect. Kapri Maribelle Soto was born on October 21, 2015 at 8:57 a.m., weighing 7 lbs 3.5 oz and 20.5 inches long. At that point, I wasn’t thinking about how I gave birth to her, but that I did give birth to her. I did it. 


The recovery in the hospital was rough. I wasn’t able to do much. I felt like all she did was nurse and I never slept because I had to watch her and make sure she was still breathing, like all new moms do right? Daniel had to change all of her diapers – I remember him telling me he wouldn’t ever change diapers. Ha. If you’ve had a c-section you know you don’t want to laugh – it’s like your incision will open right back up if you do. {Side note, I’m going to invent a stick that moms can use in the hospital when their husbands fall asleep in a deep sleep, called “You Better Wake Your Ass Up and Take This Baby – Slapping Stick”. Throwing ice chips and shoes did not work.}



We were in the hospital for two nights and then we were released to go home. I remember Daniel and I thinking, so the nurses are just going to let us go home… alone with this baby? They’ve been helping us this whole time. They trust us with her? Please, please, come home with us.

I’d say we’ve done a pretty great job so far. Adventurous, spirited, loving, gracious, independent, confident, sassy, girly and frilly, tomboy-ish, rambunctious, silly, cute, funny, and big sister are just a few words that describe our little first-born, Tarzan baby.

To the girl that made me a mommy, thank you for giving me my purpose in this world.  I will continue to try to be the very best I can for you, and now your brother too. Your daddy and I are so proud and blessed you are ours. 



Why the name Kapri? Way back in high school my very best friend, who is now Kapri’s godmother, did a dance solo to the song by Colbie Caillet called ‘Capri’. That’s when I fell in love with the name. When I told Daniel what I wanted to name her, he agreed it was perfect, and it truly is. She’s our angel. I changed the first letter to a K to match mine. 




Fiesta Flambeau Tradition and Baby’s First Hair Cut

Viva Fiesta!

Yesterday Kapri went to her first Fiesta Flambeau Parade, and it did not disappoint. Familia in attendance: Kapri, Mommy, Daddy, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Aron and a preggers, Aunt Bre. (Ezra stayed home with Grandma and Pops, and watched the parade on TV.)

We started the evening around 4 p.m. so we had plenty of time to walk around and eat. It was really hard finding some good food. Ha. Just Kidding. There are literally food tents for miles. We hunkered down at the San Fernando Cathedral and drank some aqua frescas, ate some fajita tacos, brisket tacos, chicken on a stick, turkey legs, corn in the cup, funnel cakes… then had some more aqua frescas. Watermelon and mango agua frescas were the choice drinks of the evening. ME GUSTA AQUA FRESCAS!

We then proceeded to our parade seats at Alamo Plaza. The weather was PERFECT. Kapri was enjoying herself jumping around from seat to seat – the sugar from eating an entire funnel cake totally kicked in. She even made a little friend that was sitting near us.

Kapri loved seeing all the floats and listening to the music from the bands. We all had a FIESTA-ful time. First Annual Fiesta Flambeau Parade Family Tradition in the books! Here’s our night in pictures.





Baby’s First Hair Cut 

Ezra the Duke Man got his first hair cut today…at four months old. Cutting a little baby’s hair was totally nerve wrecking. Considering he was moving like crazy, and I didn’t cut his ear off, I feel like I did a pretty good job. (But I won’t be showing you a picture of the back of his head by his neck… I’m gonna say that part was done by Kapri.)

My little baby is now a big boy baby. #tear

Last Night I Held You

Last night I held you.

Last night you didn’t feel good. I held you.

Last night I listened to you breathe. I held you.

Last night I stayed awake and watched you sleep. I held you.

Last night I traced your beautifully perfect face with my fingers. I held you.

Last night I breathed in your sweet, sweet smell. I held you.

Last night I counted all of your tiny fingers and toes. I held you.

Last night I felt the warmth of your body on mine. I held you.

Last night I felt how much you needed me. You needed to hear my heart beating. You needed my touch. I held you.

Last night I thought about how big you are now. How you take up my whole chest and stomach now.  I held you tighter.

Last night I remembered you won’t always need me to hold you. You will grow big and strong. I held you longer.

Last night I was so tired and wanted to sleep, but I knew the days are fleeting and the moments are short.

And if you need me tonight, baby, I will hold you.

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Potty Training Fails

The regression is real, ya’ll.potty2

So before the birth of my son, Kapri was 99.9999999999999% potty trained. She slept through her naps and through the night, completely dry.  She went potty, got a heart sticker, and moved on with her life. Things were going smooth.

Then.. dun.. dun.. dunnnnnn…Ezra, the baby, came along. I was told that there might be a potty training regression when there is a toddler and an infant, but I felt like we were good. We were fine.


She completely regressed. It’s like she was flashed with one of those memory eraser thingys from Men in Black. Go potty in the potty? Ha. That’s a thing of the past. (Her constipation issues didn’t help either.) She HATES the potty now. We try to sit her down and she stiff legs us so we can’t.


We tried the ‘let her go naked’ method: nope she didn’t like her open bum out, and would just throw a tantrum until I put her “panties” aka “pull-ups” on.

We tried the ‘big girl only panties’ (Elena of Avalor to be exact) method: she had her accidents and peed all over the floors and carpets like a new puppy. She HATED that feeling so I thought it was working, but somehow we still ended up back in pull-ups.  (Not an easy clean-up when you have a newborn too.)

We tried the ‘bribing her with candy, fun toys to play with while sitting on the potty, a full tub of cookies and cream ice cream method’: nope.  Still won’t sit down on the potty. Come on kid, I’ll give you anything!!!

When I ask her, “Kapri, do you need to go potty?” She replies, “No, I’m fine.” in the most polite and sweetest voice. Well alrighty then. <Jim Carrey voice.>

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I even said “Well you know what, since you don’t want to go pee-pee in the potty, you will have to wear a diaper like a baby.” That back-fired. She came to lay down next to Ezra when I was changing his diaper and said, “Look, Ezra, I went pee pee in my diaper too!” <Insert face to palm.>


She will tell us AFTER she goes in the pull-ups, “I went pee-pee”. So the question is… How do I get her to not HATE sitting on potty?

That leads us here…. with a 2 year old – technically 29 months, 129 weeks and 908 day old non-potty-trained toddler.

Until that glorious day comes, we are going with the flow (no pun intended) and waiting for her to let us know when she’s ready. I mean it’s my first kid. I’m allowed these potty training fails, right? Ezra, we got this. Let’s just hope your sister is potty-trained before you are.

Words of advice, motivation and/or potty prayers are welcome!