My Life is Full of "P" Words

I know I haven't posted any updates in the past week.  Life has just been busy.  Let's just say I have been consumed with peaches, potty training, pull-ups, panties, and lots of other "P" words.

Let's start with Peaches.  All the peaches from my yard have now been harvested.  I have a few left in my fridge for eating fresh, but all the others have been canned or given to neighbors.  That's right...I gave a few dozen away.  You see, my neighbors have an awesome apple tree, and since Miss Sadie picked all my baby apples earlier in the season, my neighbors agreed to trade my peaches for their apples.  Now that my peaches are taken care of, I will be ready to tackle the apples when they arrive.  My kids love dehydrated apples.

Now on to potty training...  For weeks now, I have tried to get Sadie to sit on the potty every morning if she woke up dry.  She was willing to sit so long as I read to her or shared a snack, but she wasn't consistently having success even if I offered her a reward.  That all changed this week.  (Side note:  Is it bad to give your kids Tootsie Rolls at 7:00 a.m.?) 

When potty training Adam, I tried everything I could think of:  treats, money, the promise of his own Nintendo, etc.  One thing that finally worked was potty marbles.  I took 6 flat marbles from the craft store, modge podged scrapbook paper to the back, and attached a magnet.  The marbles were stuck on the fridge, and he could earn one every time he went potty.  (He also got a penny or a small treat.)  After earning all 6 marbles, he got a trip to the bowling alley.  He seemed to like that, so I decided to try it with Sadie.  One morning after a successful trip to the potty, I gave her a potty marble and explained how it would work.  She was excited, and since then she has been telling me every morning when she is ready to go potty without being prompted.  Now we just need to work on staying dry the rest of the day.  :)  In the meantime, she has earned all 6 potty marbles and is ready for a trip to the bowling alley.  We have to wait until Cory gets home, though.  There is NO WAY I will tackle a bowling alley on my own with three small kids.  That is a disaster waiting to happen.