Acinorev's Life: August 2011

Sunday, August 28, 2011

My Boys... My Life...My Angels

(Ralph Sealtiel, Rafael, Ralph Uriel and Ralph Gabriel)

You complete me...Love you all!

~xoxo~

Saturday, August 20, 2011

JOBS

The next time you complain about your job...

… think about having this young boy’s job. Suddenly you’ll realize that your job is the greatest thing in the world by comparison.

Every now and then my husband would have a gripe about his job (mostly his ex-boss). As soon as I would say to him “At least you have a job” it would sink in and he knew he was wrong to find fault with it. I would sometimes say that it’s better then having a job where you do the same thing over and over and over again, day in and day out, for mere pennies a day.

I wish I could go there, get this boy and bring him some place else to work. Surely working at the mall or McDonald’s (typical teen jobs) is a gazillion times better then what he is currently doing.

It’s so sad to see that people have to live this way.

xoxo

My Baby Yuri is Pooping in the Potty!

If you're a parent that has ever gone through the potty training process, you can rejoice with me that my baby is now pooping on the potty!

We have been sitting him on the potty almost everyday, but he wants to get down and refused to go. He finally pooped in the potty on Wednesday night!

I was completely prepared for that to be a one time thing, but he has really taken off.

About 30 minutes later he was showing interest in the potty and went again!

I asked him if he had to go potty as soon as he woke up yesterday morning and he did.

The best part is that he was the one telling me he had to go 75% of the time.

(I really hate posts without pictures, so here's a random shot of him)

xoxo

Time

I realize the phrase is a bit overused, but I can’t help but think how quickly time sure does fly. It seems like just yesterday I was holding this little guy in my arms and today he’s just a few inches shorter than me, walking off to his school service for his 2nd month on the 3rd grade. I have a feeling I’m going to blink and he’ll be driving off to high school.