No Heat

Sunday night around 10 John noticed that the heater was blowing cold air and that it was already a couple of degrees colder in the house. So I went up added another blanket to the kids and then sat down to watch tv while John worked on the furnace. I was pretty confident that he would figure out what was wrong and it would be no big deal. After two hours it became apparent that John was not going to get it fixed. By this point the house was pretty cold. It was also at this point that I was wishing I would have called some friends to borrow some space heaters. But now it was after midnight and I didn't want to call anyone in the middle of the night.

So John and I went up stairs piled several blankets on the kids and several on our bed. The night wasn't to bad. The kids did well except Katelyn who likes to kick her blankets off so I got up several times to make sure she was still covered. By morning the house was a freezing 56. I think my little sister who slept in the basement faired the worse. It is usually several degrees colder in the basement. She said she got so cold she put the blankets over her head.

John got up early and got a fire going. I put coats on the kids and shut all of the doors. I then turned the oven on. About every 10 minutes I would open the oven to let all of the warm air out into the kitchen. This actually worked well. We also called a friend and borrowed a space heater. With these three things going we were able to warm the kitchen and the living room up to about 65 degrees. This was much more bareable then the 56. Luckly the furnance guy came out after lunch and was able to fix it. Also we were lucky that it was an easy fix and did not cost us very much. This morning I was very grateful to wake up to a working furance. It is amazing how fast your house gets cold especially at night.

Potty Training

***Warning this post has potty talk***

Well many of you know the trials we have gone through in try to potty train Jacob. Around his 3rd birthday(mid-October) we gave it a good try. After several weeks of no progress and more accidents than I can count I finally gave up. This was just around Thanksgiving. So on Friday I decided I should give it another try. After about 3 days, he was peeing on the potty just fine. In fact he would even tell me when he had to go. I was ecstatic. The only problem we had left was that he would not poop in the toilet. So after promising him a McDonald's happy meal and renting a Scooby Do movie. He finally did it on Tuesday. I can't tell you how excited I was. Since then he has had no accidents. In fact today while John and I were at Ben's parent teacher conference he pooped again. He was so excited he didn't want to flush the toliet until we got home and we could see it. My little sister who was babysitting thought this was disgusting but I was just excited that he was so proud of himself.

So we are two days with no accidents and him telling me when he has to go. I am sure he will have a few accidents in the future but for the most part I would say he is potty trained. Someone must be smiling down on me and decided to throw me a bone in this whole motherhood thing. All I have to say is THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!