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Heaven is a posturepedic

Imagine, if you will, moving many, many times. Now envision in your mind spending hours and hours unpacking boxes, putting stuff away and dealing with three young children all at the same time.  

Now think about the end of this long day, how tired are you? How utterly exhausted?  What more do you want to do than just lay down and go to sleep? And what would you like to lay down upon? What vessel would you choose to take your spent self in to happy, happy dreamland? Would, in any of your wild imaginings, you choose an air mattress?

 No? 

Why ever not?

Because they are hard, cold, squeaky, very low to the ground and downright uncomfortable!

This, my friends, is what I have had to deal with every time we have moved since April of 2005.

We sold our bed (and pretty much everything else we owned) and moved to good old Alaska. After that its been air mattress city for at least the first month or so of living in a new place.

We've never bought a new bed, its always been borrowed. Weird did you say? Yes, but if you knew my husband then you would know that he could care less what he sleeps on, as long as it was cheap! ;-) Technically the air mattress we have been sleeping on was borrowed as well, so he has been quite happy. Until now. 

These past few weeks have been bad for both of us. Back pain, neck pain, general all around grumpiness. All because of a bed made out of air. 

I have a bad back anyway, its been that way since I can remember, so for me to sleep on such a thing was killing me! I convinced him we needed a real bed and we needed a nice one! One with support, one with bouncy coils, one that was soft!  So we started looking around. Now when I say looking around, I don't mean at a furniture store. Remember, my man likes a deal. So we searched Craig's list, garage sales, good will, pretty much anywhere that wouldn't be expensive. We looked forever! 

Nothing. 

One day The Mans mom called us up asking if we would be interested in a certain bed she had found at a garage sale. It was a queen sized, double pillow top, Sealy Posturepedic mattress with matching box spring. They had claimed it was two yeas old, that it only spent its time in the guest room, that it cost them a thousand dollars and that they flipped it every six months, religiously. They would take 225 for it. 

Sold!

We were a little nervous at first, buying a used bed. You know..germs..ew. But it is so pretty, it doesn't even look like anyone has ever slept on it. It came in its original box even! We vacuumed and disinfected it and my friends it is seriously like laying on a cloud! It even inspired me to buy all new comfy, supportive pillows. (and cases and shams and sheets and a comforter, I know Im spoiled.) But,  I'm actually dreaming again, which means I'm getting that good deep sleep that has eluded me for so long! No pains, no tossing around, nothing at all really. I fall asleep and I don't wake up again until morning! ( well, at least until baby girl decides to wake up!)  It truly is heaven!  Not to mention the bonus of having a cute bed in my room again, one that I actually own! Hooray!

So here you go, pictures of my bed, because I am so in love with it!

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I've been looking for a part time job....

I've got enough to go around. 

But, would you eat it?

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pee = tea

My daughter is the most stubborn little girl that I think has ever been created. I'm sure most mothers with little girls probably say the same about their own, but these last few months my child takes the cake. 

Potty training. In our house,  it has become a four letter word. Little girl has REFUSED to do it. She would pee every now and then for treats, but soon discovered she could go a little, hold the rest in, get a treat and then go a little again, hold the rest in and get another treat. (Sometimes she is too smart for her own good.) We soon got rid of treats and tried bribing her with toys. We went to the dollar store and bought anything she picked out. We told her every time she pooped on the potty, she would get one. She was really excited about it, for about ten minutes. After that, she couldn't have cared less. No matter how much I coaxed and showed off the prizes, she would say, " no I don't want it" or " no, I don't need to."  So we gave up for a while. I knew that we were moving soon and a big disruption like that would probably mess everything up anyway. So we moved here and tried again. No dice. 

We soon discovered it was a control thing. She couldn't control anything else in her life but when an where she went the bathroom! ;-) She had all the signs of being ready. She knew when she had to go, we would watch her all of the sudden stop what she was doing, quietly leave for another room and a few minutes later come back smelling a whole lot worse than when she left. She would never tell us if she did and if you know the craziness of a three child household you know that I can't always find the time too sniff her butt to see if something is amiss! I finally in desperation told her that if she would just go poop on the potty I would buy her anything in the whole world that she ever has wanted. She decided a tea set and a party would be quite right, thank you very much.

Which brings us to this week. One afternoon my friend brought Little girl back from playing at their house and said she thought Little girl might be trying to poop but was having a hard time with it. I didn't think much of it until a few minutes later she started crying and grabbing at her diaper. I thought it may be the beginnings of a diaper rash ( she gets those a lot!) but couldn't see any of the signs of one. I shrugged it off until later that night when she started  bloodcurdling screaming and freaking out. It continued on all night. Every now and then she would scream and shake and cry and we couldn't figure it out. I was crying right along with her. We decided to take her to the quick care and found out she had a urinary tract infection . Did you know you can get those at 2 years old? Well,  I guess you can. Poor girl. 

Since then ( and after long repeated talks about how she wouldn't get rashes and infections if she would just go on the toilet..talks we have had for about half a year now) she has decided on her own that it might be better for us all if she started going on the potty! HOORAY!!!!

She has really picked it up and been doing so good. Yesterday she pooped twice ( which brought whoops and hollers of joy from The Man and I) and this morning we were off to the store to pick out her perfect tea set!  She is so in love with it and we have had a few parties together already today, with apple juice of course! 

I know this post might seem a little gross, but I had to put it up. I am just so happy! :-)

( yea, a good smile!!)