"Once upon a Potty" by Isaiah Drake

As many of you know, I have valiantly been attempting "infant potty training", a feat successfully accomplished among Asian babies all the time. If they can do it, I can do it! (I don't know where I get my competitive nature from!)
Well what a grand idea!

So off mom went to Babies R' Us to get me my very own training potty & at 3 months old, the games began! I came out of the blocks at lightening speed & was pooping on the potty like a champ ... until a few hurdles entered the track. For some reason, mom doesn't always seem to hear when the "gun goes off" and well, when you gotta go, you gotta go. I was exuberantly jumping in my exersaucer & it kinda took me by surprise. There was nothing I could do but fold my hands in infamy. When mom got there the whole room was filled with the stench & I'm afraid to say ... this isn't for the faint of heart ... it began coming out of my diaper, down my legs, between my toes - it was terrible. (If you really have a strong stomach you can check out the picture below.)

What's done is done and perseverance is key ... I knew I had to get back up on the potty. There's no shame in this game - you win some, you lose some. This week I'm batting about .600, so I'm feeling pretty good about things ... and Mommy looks quite pleased too!

Whew ...

Ok, so I'm still saying I want twins & that I ultimately want 5 kids but oh my! Some days here lately I've wondered what in the world I'm doing ... is he cutting new teeth, tired, hungry, just plain cranky?? I have GREATLY appreciated all the other new moms letting me know I'm not the only one who feels like a horrible mom when I want a little "time off" from motherhood. This is definitely more challenging than heart surgery!
Isaiah is still the most amazing thing ever - and every night before I go to bed, I look in on him, kiss his fuzzy, pumpkin head and whisper, "Mommy loves Isaiah" ... without fail, as I'm gazing at him my heart all of a sudden feels like it might leap out of my throat or pound from my chest - he is such a miracle & I love him so much it hurts. In those moments, I am reminded Whose he really is and I thank Jesus that ultimately my little boy is in His hands. Daily I pray that Isaiah will know Jesus as Savior & Lord, love our Father with all his heart & serve the Creator with all his strength... and I pray that somehow Drake & I won't mess him up too much!

Family Pictures

I wanted to put in a little plug for "A Bryan Photo" run by our friend Bryan Johnson who is a fantastic photographer! He took lots of wonderful pictures & helped us save precious memories. You can find more of our pictures & his work at www.abryanphoto.com/drakefamily

Is this for real?

Oh my, I really said I'd never do this ... I feel like I'm just writing to myself & maybe my mom ... But here we are!
Trivia: Anyone know why we called this "Just Quackin' Along"? (Besides the fact that we're a bit unique - I'd say we're just fun but...)
Answer: A "Drake" is a male duck - Aha! There's a useless fact for you! So now you get it?

Hopefully someone will get something from this & more importantly that the Lord is glorified through whatever silly, mundane, new or exciting things I write about as He works in & through me daily ... after all, following Him is quite an adventure!