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.

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!




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.>

kapri and ezra

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!