The Making of M.O.M.

I know, I know. Many of you would like to read a post about my time in Guinea-Bissau. The words are not coming easily for me though. So much to process and convey to you, that I find it hard to put into mere words.

I've made a video of the pictures and videos taken. It's being uploaded now as we speak...er, type...and should be ready sometime tonight or tomorrow. As soon as it's ready, I'll post it!

In the mean time, I've wanted sit down and blog about my thoughts, experiences and such but I've just not had the time. I hope to be able to this afternoon while the big kids are at grandmas and the little kids are napping. BUT, first I must organize our homeschool cabinet. Homeschool convention is looming just weeks in the distance and I'd like to be better organized before going so I can know what I need verses what I just want. So if all goes well and the cabinet get sorted, then I'll be back later today with a post.

Until then, you can check out my friend Wendi's blog and read her latest entries about our trip.

If you came here for an in-depth post on Africa, well, this isn't it.

I just wanted to let you all know that while I was gone, my AMAZING, TOTALLY AWESOME, FATHER-OF-THE-YEAR HUSBAND completely potty trained Aaron. Aaron's been wearing big boy undies for quite some time now (even before I left) but he'd hold all his poop until naptime and then unleash in his diaper. Or worse, he'd just go in his underwear, then play with it.

So on Monday, when I came home from 11 days away and Luke informed me that Aaron had been pooping in the potty, I was a tad (read: HUGE, COLOSSAL AMOUNT) skeptical. HOWEVER, today, after Bible Study, Aaron came over to me and said, "Mom, I need to go poop" AND THEN HE POOPED IN THE POTTY. And it wasn't his typical, let me squeak out a rabbit pellet to relieve the pressure then wait for the naptime diaper to poop. It was the motherLOAD.

For serious. Y'all can't possibly know what kind of a gift this is to me. Well, if you've read this post, then maybe you do. Yes, I just said a toilet full of poop is a gift. And so is having only ONE CHILD IN DIAPERS.

Y'all it's been almost FIVE YEARS since I've had only 1 kid in diapers. FIVE YEARS of 2 or 3 children wearing diapers.

For the record, my husband rocks. End of story.