Friday, March 11, 2011

Potty-Time Princess

All hail Anna on her porcelain throne!

This past week, Anna has been using the potty every time she pees. Something just clicked and she suddenly decided she was down with this whole process. We even made it through 3 hours at the zoo today, completely dry (though we toured SEVERAL restrooms in the process).

While this is incredibly exciting and I'm really proud of her, it's also...I don't want this to sound totally selfish...but it's also a huge pain in the butt.

The kid uses "I gotta go pee!" as an excuse to get out of nap time, mealtime, bath time, bedtime and church. She always goes, so it's not like I can call her on any shenanigans, but her timing is always very curious (meaning she doesn't have to go when we're brushing teeth, but suddenly has to go REALLY badly after her stories are read and I'm getting ready to depart for the night).

Then there's the toilet paper. Someday I'll be able to use toilet paper that hasn't been unrolled and either thrown on the floor or stuffed on the window sill, right? Right? Is there a trick to teaching a 2-year-old to regulate the amount of toilet paper she rips off? Because we've gone through almost 3 rolls in the past 4 days. That's not normal. We'll be replacing the cost of diapers with a huge hike in the cost of our TP supply.

Also, the weirdness. Forty percent of the time, I get her situated and then she demands that I get out and close the door ("mommy, geh-dout!"), 50% of the time she demands that I sit down on the side of the tub and turn the sink on ("so I can hear my pees."), and 10% of the time, we get the marathon "sit down, mommy. Tell me a story and let's sing songs and OH BE QUIET, BE QUIET!!! We gotta wait for my pees!" FOR 30 FREAKING MINUTES.

All this aside, Anna seems to have turned a corner in this adventure we're on, and I think it's safe to say we're all looking forward to saying goodbye to diapers. Coming soon to a public restroom near you, it's Anna and her new big-girl potty skills!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Hockey and New Friends

Hubby and I went to the Admirals (Hockey) game last night for our 7th anniversary. We attended a game as our first date back in 2001, and we’ve spent several birthdays and anniversaries revisiting the Bradley Center.

Last night’s game was particularly cool because 3 Packer players were there to drop the puck and then participate in various interviews and activities throughout the game.

But the most entertaining part of the evening was my seatmate. Not Hubby, though he and I shared quite a few laughs throughout the game. No, it was my new friend on my right. Let’s call her Super Intoxicated Blond Lady (SIBL should do). Sibl was, as I understand from her loud and constant arguments with her companion, out on a “first date” of sorts with someone who had just broken up with his girlfriend mere hours earlier. In fact, Sibl was using the ex’s ticket for the night. This fact was brought up (again, loudly) several times as it went from being a joke to being the cause of her wanting to leave (in the 3rd period).

Sibl and I bonded in several ways last night. There were the elbows to the face when she started grooving to “Boom Boom Pow” by the Black Eyed Peas. There was the accidental kick in the knee when she misjudged where her seat was after returning with yet another glass of wine. There was the incident with the wave when she dumped most of that very glass of wine all over me as she exuberantly threw her arms into the air. Then there was the exclamation after she fought tooth and nail for a free beef snack stick being passed out in our section, was given one, then turned to me and yelled, “What the h**l was I trying to get this for?! I’m a f*****g VEGETARIAN!”

That last interaction made me decide that Sibl and I could probably be friends. She apologized any of the times she hit/kicked/drenched me, and only tried to drag me into her arguments with her companion a couple of times. Her (very slurred) parting words to everyone in our section were, “So long, y’all! I hope whoever is playing wins!!”

And I really think she meant it.

We left shortly after her departure. I turned to hubby just before we got up to leave and asked him, on our anniversary, to make another vow to me.
“If I ever get THAT drunk in public, PLEASE remove me from wherever we are!!”

He said YES!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Coconut vs. Polkanut

Go with me on this for a minute. This story won't be funny (nor will it make sense) if you don't first go watch that video above and understand that this is still how she pronounces "polka dot."

Watched it? Good.

Yesterday in the car, Anna asked if we could go on a vacation (Good grief, YES! I am so sick of this snow!). I said she was in luck because we will be going to Hawaii (oh, yeah, Mike, we're coming. Forgot to tell you.) in November and it will be so fun! There will be beaches and ocean and palm trees and coconuts!

At this point, Anna started to bust a gut in the back seat. Complete with a "Ohhh, Mommy, you are so. funny."

"What'd I do?"

"Curtains on the beach?! Noooo! That's silly."

No matter how many ways I tried to explain that "coconuts" and "polkanuts" are NOT the same thing, she'll have none of it.

OK, I realize it's not THAT funny, but more of a you-had-to-be-there situation. I just couldn't believe SHE found it so funny. Really, she barely ever laughs that hard.