I love that my boys are older and we don’t have to leave the house with 437 pounds of crap to go out for an hour. I love not having a diaper bag, formula, food, toys, clothes, blankets and all of the other junk that goes hand in hand with infants. Preston still has no interest in wearing underwear, so we do still have diapers and while it’s annoying, so is potty training, so I’m ambivalent right now.
Matt had his first concert last night – he wore a shirt and tie at his own request and looked so damn grown up that I could have cried and signed him up for prep school at the same time. Preston is counting and talking so well and knows all his colors and is doing great with his letters; ready for preschool in the fall (you know, if he decides to use the toilet before then). Rarely do either of them sleep silently through the night (unless they are both in the big bed), but for the most part, they are fantastic, independent little boys.
And everybody still wants to know when we’re going to try for a little girl.
We blow them off, …
Deep thoughts
Productive? Not so much
Today, Noonish:
Currently sitting at the vet’s office, waiting for my dog to puke. Yes, that is as much fun as it sounds!
Daisy decided that today would be the day to finish off the Easter candy that has been on the counter since, well, Easter. I’ve been meaning to toss it, since the kids seem over the mess of chocolate eggs, peanut butter filled chocolate bunnies, Cadbury Eggs and M&Ms. No need to throw it away now!!
The vet came out with an update: “Well, daisy threw up. A LOT.” LOL!!
So now she has to sit for about 10-15 more minutes in hopes that the stuff (and chocolate) is out of her system. Whoo-hoo!!!
Today is my day to work at the office. It is my one super-duper, get all sorts of things done day. In fact, it is a bit of a game for me, seeing how much I can accomplish in the few hours that P is with Molly. Yes, I’m strange, but I totally get off on accomplishing stuff!
I started out heading to kohls for a shirt and tie for Matt to wear to his concert tomorrow night.(Squee! How cute will he be? And it was his …
Finding
Matt had the day off school today and we had lots to do.
We laughed. We giggled. We screamed and yelled and told stupid jokes and counted cars. We tickled, we hugged, we ate. We high-fived and ran and shopped. From 7:30am to about 3:00pm, it was an absolutely perfect day. During that time, we had one slight 10 minute period in which both boys were getting tired, hungry and a little cranky, but other than that, my boys were perfectly awesome. Perfect. Awesome.
Then later, life interfered, as it is apt to do with two little boys who didn’t get enough sleep the night before and who’d been going full force all day.
We got home and they wanted to play outside. But then they didn’t and then the whining started. OH how the whining started. I began to feel the pinch of an under appreciated mama, right in mah heart. I gave them every single they asked for today and they couldn’t give me the rest of our perfect day without whining and fussing and ending our afternoon with my getting mad and frustrated.
And I KNOW they’re little. And I KNOW they were getting tired and that whining is …
Mom {Potty} – 0, Preston – 1
Preston and I have been talking about him getting on the pot, er, potty training, that is, for the past couple of weeks. He randomly allows me to read potty books and talk about using the potty. He still adamantly refuses to go though. A couple days ago he seemed more interested than usual, so I asked if he wanted to use pull-ups or wear underwear like Matt. He was pretty excited about underwear, even throwing out the names of the characters he wanted to grace his little booty. So we made plans that this morning we would go buy potty prizes and make a chart and buy underwear.
It went well. We now have a bunch of chosen underwear and a Potty Prize Box full of cars and trucks. He tried on a pair of underwear when we got home – he liked it, but didn’t want to keep it on (I told him we would wash them all, first, so no big deal). We discussed whether he wanted to use the big toilet or his chosen potty chair and where we would put it. We discussed when to start using the potty.
“I’ll start when my face looks like Matt’s” …
