I've successfully made it a good chunk of the way into the 3rd trimester. I'm truly counting the days until I can be the only one in my body (as a woman in my Bible study said this morning, "Our bodies are really only meant for one person!"). I have a feeling he's going to be early, but I'm not sure how much of this is wishful thinking.
53 days. That's how many days I have left until my due date. I like to count it in days because it sounds shorter than 7.5 weeks. Maybe when I get down below 20 days I'll start counting in hours.
Anna is getting so excited to meet her baby brother. She helped me organize and clean all her old baby stuff and get the baby's room all set up. She's set on naming him - last night she suggested Franklin. Previous suggestions have included Pinocchio, Winnie the Pooh, Ice Cream and Monkey Nurse. I'm rather fond of Rutabaga or Guillermo myself. Hubby will (quite obviously) need to be the voice of reason for the sake of our son's future.
I'm making mental lists of all the places that easily accommodate a nursing mom with a rambunctious 3-year-old. Zoo, Library, Monkey Joe's, the park, etc. I am hoping to beat utter newborn fatigue by getting out of the house a bit. End of April is the perfect time to do that.
I intended this to be a more fun update of what's going on, but I'm far too tired to be witty right now. I should be napping. I'm going to rectify this now. But I'll leave you with this:
Two days ago I feel asleep on the couch during naptime while Anna was watching a movie. I woke up to a big pair of brown eyes just inches from mine, with a little voice stage-whispering, "Mom! When am I going to have boobs?!"
The things you wish you didn't have to figure out an answer to...
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Pregnancy Update
So it turns out that not all pregnancies are created equal. When I was pregnant with Anna, I loved it. Well, I think I loved it...Mommy amnesia is some whacked-out crack and I'm quickly realizing that my memories of pregnancy (and probably of labor) might not be entirely accurate.
Thus the radio silence for the last few months. I've tried to keep this blog fairly positive and this pregnancy has not had me feeling all that cheerful or witty. Horrible insomnia and back/hip pain have pretty much had me feeling like an emotional monster since October, and who wants to read posts from a grouch?
The good news is, pregnancy is not forever and as of today, I only have 83 days left (unless Jr. wants to show up early, which I am TOTALLY fine with! Hear that, Rutabaga?)
Anyway, we're chugging along. Anna is very excited for her baby brother to get here. I hope this excitement carries her through the attention shift that is coming down the pike. I'm trying to prepare her by talking a lot about what the baby will need/do when he gets here, but I'm not sure you can really prepare a kid for something like that.
She loves to talk to the baby - her favorite thing to do is poke my belly, get right up by my bellybutton and say "hey, baby, BOO!" Just enough to get him riled up and kicking my bladder. Then she scampers off on her merry way while I fend off internal ninja blows to my delicate organs. Fun!
As soon as she understood that there was a baby growing in my tummy, she began telling me (and anyone who'd listen) that she was growing twin puppies in HER tummy. Because who wants to go through pregnancy alone?! So around Christmas, I braved the obvious risk involved and asked her, just how did she plan on getting those puppies out of her tummy. She looked genuinely concerned for a minute until the perfect plan dawned on her - "I, um....I'll have to use Santa's magic!" Thankfully, she didn't ask the obvious question - How am I planning to get my baby out...
Until we were in the food court at the mall last week, during lunch time, surrounded by tables of people - "Mom? How'd you get that baby in there? Mom? MOM? HOW'D YOU GET THAT BABY IN THERE? How's he going to come out?!" You don't hear a kid ask that in public without turning to stare and find out how the mother is going to answer. Thank God, she took "Let's talk about that when we get home, finish your lunch!" as an acceptable answer and dropped the subject. I was not prepared. I'm still not prepared. Though I suppose I better get prepared, because Anna's like an elephant - she never forgets.
Disclaimer: I am not actually naming my baby Rutabaga. Unless I change my mind. Which I very well might do.
Thus the radio silence for the last few months. I've tried to keep this blog fairly positive and this pregnancy has not had me feeling all that cheerful or witty. Horrible insomnia and back/hip pain have pretty much had me feeling like an emotional monster since October, and who wants to read posts from a grouch?
The good news is, pregnancy is not forever and as of today, I only have 83 days left (unless Jr. wants to show up early, which I am TOTALLY fine with! Hear that, Rutabaga?)
Anyway, we're chugging along. Anna is very excited for her baby brother to get here. I hope this excitement carries her through the attention shift that is coming down the pike. I'm trying to prepare her by talking a lot about what the baby will need/do when he gets here, but I'm not sure you can really prepare a kid for something like that.
She loves to talk to the baby - her favorite thing to do is poke my belly, get right up by my bellybutton and say "hey, baby, BOO!" Just enough to get him riled up and kicking my bladder. Then she scampers off on her merry way while I fend off internal ninja blows to my delicate organs. Fun!
As soon as she understood that there was a baby growing in my tummy, she began telling me (and anyone who'd listen) that she was growing twin puppies in HER tummy. Because who wants to go through pregnancy alone?! So around Christmas, I braved the obvious risk involved and asked her, just how did she plan on getting those puppies out of her tummy. She looked genuinely concerned for a minute until the perfect plan dawned on her - "I, um....I'll have to use Santa's magic!" Thankfully, she didn't ask the obvious question - How am I planning to get my baby out...
Until we were in the food court at the mall last week, during lunch time, surrounded by tables of people - "Mom? How'd you get that baby in there? Mom? MOM? HOW'D YOU GET THAT BABY IN THERE? How's he going to come out?!" You don't hear a kid ask that in public without turning to stare and find out how the mother is going to answer. Thank God, she took "Let's talk about that when we get home, finish your lunch!" as an acceptable answer and dropped the subject. I was not prepared. I'm still not prepared. Though I suppose I better get prepared, because Anna's like an elephant - she never forgets.
Disclaimer: I am not actually naming my baby Rutabaga. Unless I change my mind. Which I very well might do.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Psychotic Food Texts
My poor, poor husband. I'm only 12 weeks pregnant and already I've given him a MUCH harder time with the "honey, can you pick up..." texts throughout the work day. I can only recall a few from my pregnancy with Anna.
1. Beef Jerky from Karl's Country Market in Menomonee Falls. Yes, that specific. He went in, cleaned them out and then told them they better keep it coming because his pregnant wife was craving it.
2. Cheetos. "Hubby, we have a cheeto emergency. THERE ARE NO CHEETOS!!!" His response? "A lack of planning on your part, does not constitute an emergency on my part. You should have stopped on your way home." Bah. Humbug.
Lately, though, since I have the excuse of crazy, tiny human who won't let me go to the store without driving the car carts and buying at least two packs of M&Ms (I MAY have *something* to do with that. STOP JUDGING ME!), I've been sending texts to him indicating my preference that he be at my constant beck and call, and shower me with whatever food tickles my fancy. Are you surprised he's started ignoring my texts? See below.
From bed the day after I told him about the baby. He was letting me sleep in.
"Baaaaaacoooon..."
"Paaaancaaaaaaaakes...."
"Baaaaacooooon..."
A few days later. Hubby had texted to ask if he could go out with some friends after work. I had earlier said no problem. Please, before you label me "too crazy to be friends with any more" understand that these took place over an ENTIRE afternoon (about 4 hours).
"Changed my mind. Only ok if you bring home potato chips. I am not joking."
"Plain potato chips, no ruffles. Ruffles are for weenies."
"For real will you please bring me potato chips?"
"Poh-Tay-Toe chips. I shall not rest til thee are in mah belly! It's becoming a problematic obsession."
"Potato Chips or Perish!"
"If you'd acknowledge my request I wouldn't have to change the locks on the off-chance you come home WITHOUT potato chips. Which would be ridiculous."
Hubby: "There will be potato chips."
Me again: "Listen out your window! I think you'll be able to hear the Hallelujah Chorus from there. (thank you)"
"Do you hate me yet?"
Another day, around lunch time.
"Yeah, I'm gonna need a pie."
This is not food related, but I found it in my perusal of texts between me and hubby and it made me laugh.
"Ohh man, the kid just asked how the baby got in my tummy. I really wanted to say I ate it. Then she said "mom, I wish it was twins."
One evening trying to figure out dinner plans before end of day.
"Dear, could we please please have Noodles & Co for dinner? Could you please please bring it home with you?"
"Or enchiladas?"
"Or a giant pan of frosted brownies?"
"You should respond or I'm just going to keep sending you random foods."
And, finally, last night.
"I can't stop thinking about pudding...can you help a sister out? I mean, I know I'm not a sister but could you still pick up some pudding on your way home?"
I'd also like to add, that hubby is a good sport, and I do this mostly to amuse myself. He did bring the potato chips. And I think he brought Noodles & Co for me. Otherwise, he just ignores me and laughs at me when he gets home. As he should.
1. Beef Jerky from Karl's Country Market in Menomonee Falls. Yes, that specific. He went in, cleaned them out and then told them they better keep it coming because his pregnant wife was craving it.
2. Cheetos. "Hubby, we have a cheeto emergency. THERE ARE NO CHEETOS!!!" His response? "A lack of planning on your part, does not constitute an emergency on my part. You should have stopped on your way home." Bah. Humbug.
Lately, though, since I have the excuse of crazy, tiny human who won't let me go to the store without driving the car carts and buying at least two packs of M&Ms (I MAY have *something* to do with that. STOP JUDGING ME!), I've been sending texts to him indicating my preference that he be at my constant beck and call, and shower me with whatever food tickles my fancy. Are you surprised he's started ignoring my texts? See below.
From bed the day after I told him about the baby. He was letting me sleep in.
"Baaaaaacoooon..."
"Paaaancaaaaaaaakes...."
"Baaaaacooooon..."
A few days later. Hubby had texted to ask if he could go out with some friends after work. I had earlier said no problem. Please, before you label me "too crazy to be friends with any more" understand that these took place over an ENTIRE afternoon (about 4 hours).
"Changed my mind. Only ok if you bring home potato chips. I am not joking."
"Plain potato chips, no ruffles. Ruffles are for weenies."
"For real will you please bring me potato chips?"
"Poh-Tay-Toe chips. I shall not rest til thee are in mah belly! It's becoming a problematic obsession."
"Potato Chips or Perish!"
"If you'd acknowledge my request I wouldn't have to change the locks on the off-chance you come home WITHOUT potato chips. Which would be ridiculous."
Hubby: "There will be potato chips."
Me again: "Listen out your window! I think you'll be able to hear the Hallelujah Chorus from there. (thank you)"
"Do you hate me yet?"
Another day, around lunch time.
"Yeah, I'm gonna need a pie."
This is not food related, but I found it in my perusal of texts between me and hubby and it made me laugh.
"Ohh man, the kid just asked how the baby got in my tummy. I really wanted to say I ate it. Then she said "mom, I wish it was twins."
One evening trying to figure out dinner plans before end of day.
"Dear, could we please please have Noodles & Co for dinner? Could you please please bring it home with you?"
"Or enchiladas?"
"Or a giant pan of frosted brownies?"
"You should respond or I'm just going to keep sending you random foods."
And, finally, last night.
"I can't stop thinking about pudding...can you help a sister out? I mean, I know I'm not a sister but could you still pick up some pudding on your way home?"
I'd also like to add, that hubby is a good sport, and I do this mostly to amuse myself. He did bring the potato chips. And I think he brought Noodles & Co for me. Otherwise, he just ignores me and laughs at me when he gets home. As he should.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Checking In
Apologies for the sparse updates. It's hard to write when there's a lot I'm trying not to say. Yeah, confusing, I know. So here it is.
Anna's been giving me a run for my money with an increase in the frequency and intensity of her tantrums in the past month or so. In a moment of desperation I posted on Facebook in July and got some GREAT advice from a lot of my parent/nanny friends there (Thank you ALL again!!). It was much appreciated and I've woven bits of all of it into my ever-changing strategies for dealing with Anna's fiery temper. I also checked out "The Happiest Toddler on the Block" from our local library. Had some good points, but I gotta tell you, it's difficult to lend a lot of credibility to advice given by a non-parent about parenting (who isn't a teacher/nanny). Especially when it involves baby-talking to my child who has been speaking in complete sentences for 6+ months.
Amidst the melt-downs (for Anna and mom!), there have been a few funnies, so I'll share them in an effort to focus on the good tonight.
1. In the car earlier today, Anna and I were discussing the days of the week. I told her today was Thursday, which means tomorrow is Friday - the start of the weekend and we'll get daddy all to ourselves! She promptly and seriously responded, "no, mom, you can have him all to YOURself. I'm going to Hootie's (my mom's). If you miss me, you can just call me." Apparently, now that she's 3, she's arranging her own babysitters.
2. Last week Anna told me she wants to be "a police" when she grows up. I told her that's a very important job. And she responded, "yes, and then I'll get to have a whistle." I'm taking submissions for my list of OTHER jobs that also allow a whistle - perhaps jobs that won't lead to stress ulcers for her parents!
3. "Mom, gimme your rings, I need to go marry Uncle Mike." Eh, my brother's a catch. Enough said.
4. This story I've been sitting on because I wasn't sure I wanted to tell it publicly, but it's too funny not to share. We got a Little Mermaid book from the library a while ago. Anna was looking at the cover and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, Mommy! Look! Look at her beautiful BOOBS! They're big and beautiful JUST LIKE YOURS!" Why, thank you, sweetheart. I'm not really sure how to respond to that.
5. I'd like to give major credit to my two friends who showed up for dinner at my house last week only to discover that Anna had decided to make it a naked dinner and sat COMPLETELY naked at the table, conversing and eating as though nothing were amiss. These two didn't miss a beat and acted like everything was normal. Maybe they suspect that most meals at my house are pants-optional? I'm not sure I want that reputation.
And now I'm signing off to attempt to do some dishes before bed. To the sounds of Anna playing hide and seek in her bed with her jaguar beanie baby. Strangely comforting.
Anna's been giving me a run for my money with an increase in the frequency and intensity of her tantrums in the past month or so. In a moment of desperation I posted on Facebook in July and got some GREAT advice from a lot of my parent/nanny friends there (Thank you ALL again!!). It was much appreciated and I've woven bits of all of it into my ever-changing strategies for dealing with Anna's fiery temper. I also checked out "The Happiest Toddler on the Block" from our local library. Had some good points, but I gotta tell you, it's difficult to lend a lot of credibility to advice given by a non-parent about parenting (who isn't a teacher/nanny). Especially when it involves baby-talking to my child who has been speaking in complete sentences for 6+ months.
Amidst the melt-downs (for Anna and mom!), there have been a few funnies, so I'll share them in an effort to focus on the good tonight.
1. In the car earlier today, Anna and I were discussing the days of the week. I told her today was Thursday, which means tomorrow is Friday - the start of the weekend and we'll get daddy all to ourselves! She promptly and seriously responded, "no, mom, you can have him all to YOURself. I'm going to Hootie's (my mom's). If you miss me, you can just call me." Apparently, now that she's 3, she's arranging her own babysitters.
2. Last week Anna told me she wants to be "a police" when she grows up. I told her that's a very important job. And she responded, "yes, and then I'll get to have a whistle." I'm taking submissions for my list of OTHER jobs that also allow a whistle - perhaps jobs that won't lead to stress ulcers for her parents!
3. "Mom, gimme your rings, I need to go marry Uncle Mike." Eh, my brother's a catch. Enough said.
4. This story I've been sitting on because I wasn't sure I wanted to tell it publicly, but it's too funny not to share. We got a Little Mermaid book from the library a while ago. Anna was looking at the cover and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, Mommy! Look! Look at her beautiful BOOBS! They're big and beautiful JUST LIKE YOURS!" Why, thank you, sweetheart. I'm not really sure how to respond to that.
5. I'd like to give major credit to my two friends who showed up for dinner at my house last week only to discover that Anna had decided to make it a naked dinner and sat COMPLETELY naked at the table, conversing and eating as though nothing were amiss. These two didn't miss a beat and acted like everything was normal. Maybe they suspect that most meals at my house are pants-optional? I'm not sure I want that reputation.
And now I'm signing off to attempt to do some dishes before bed. To the sounds of Anna playing hide and seek in her bed with her jaguar beanie baby. Strangely comforting.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
What Did I Just Say?
I consider myself to be a fairly reasonable, level-headed person. I may harbor the slight dramatic tendency here and there, but for the most part, I'm not one to shout fire when there's nothing but smoke.
Having a kid has turned my idea of "normal" completely on its head.
Case in point: Today at the wading pool (Canon Park in Milwaukee - if you're not visiting their wading pool this summer, you should be!), Anna was having a very pleasant time splashing, blowing bubbles and hopping around in the water. I was having a very pleasant time sitting in the sun watching her do the aforementioned activities until...
She wandered out of the pool (and by wandered I mean hopped like a frog, complete with ribbiting - isn't this how you wander??) and started inspecting a puddle on the pavement with her foot. I assume she deemed it acceptable because the next thing I knew, she was down on all fours lapping water from the puddle like a dog does from its bowl. Never in my life did I ever think I would have to tell another human being not to drink water off the sidewalk. Never, until I became a parent.
Now I get to say all sorts of fun things like:
"Don't dip your cookie in the cat's water bowl."
and
"Stop putting ants in your milk."
and
"Leave my bellybutton THE HECK ALONE!"
And other things of this nature.
The world is merely her playground, my friends. She's got a passion for knowledge and compassion for all living creatures (the cats like to drink the water, so why wouldn't it be good to dunk cookies in; Ants deserve a place to swim too; my bellybutton is apparently a source of much scientific wonderment).
I just still can't believe that I had to tell another human being not to lick pavement at a PUBLIC POOL.
Ugh. Disgusting.
Having a kid has turned my idea of "normal" completely on its head.
Case in point: Today at the wading pool (Canon Park in Milwaukee - if you're not visiting their wading pool this summer, you should be!), Anna was having a very pleasant time splashing, blowing bubbles and hopping around in the water. I was having a very pleasant time sitting in the sun watching her do the aforementioned activities until...
She wandered out of the pool (and by wandered I mean hopped like a frog, complete with ribbiting - isn't this how you wander??) and started inspecting a puddle on the pavement with her foot. I assume she deemed it acceptable because the next thing I knew, she was down on all fours lapping water from the puddle like a dog does from its bowl. Never in my life did I ever think I would have to tell another human being not to drink water off the sidewalk. Never, until I became a parent.
Now I get to say all sorts of fun things like:
"Don't dip your cookie in the cat's water bowl."
and
"Stop putting ants in your milk."
and
"Leave my bellybutton THE HECK ALONE!"
And other things of this nature.
The world is merely her playground, my friends. She's got a passion for knowledge and compassion for all living creatures (the cats like to drink the water, so why wouldn't it be good to dunk cookies in; Ants deserve a place to swim too; my bellybutton is apparently a source of much scientific wonderment).
I just still can't believe that I had to tell another human being not to lick pavement at a PUBLIC POOL.
Ugh. Disgusting.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
The Great Milwaukee Race
As a self-proclaimed "die-hard Milwaukee fan," I was proud to participate yesterday in the Great Milwaukee Race. One hundred teams gathered downtown at AJ Bombers where we were given a packet of clues and sent on a scavenger hunt-style race around downtown Milwaukee.
Our team posing with the Bronze Fonz statue on the Riverwalk.
I was a last-minute fill-in on my friend Amy's team. I don't think I ever would have signed up on my own. I have been running for about 2 months now, training for a 5K, but mostly to slim down for our Hawaii trip in November. When Amy asked if I would want to fill the vacant spot, I impulsively said "sure" and then proceeded to freak out for the rest of the day. At most, I'd covered 3 miles at a crack before yesterday. After yesterday: 9.5 miles. It was SO MUCH FUN!!!
We received a packet of 10 clues at the start and were told to plan the most efficient route to hit each stop. There were challenges waiting for us at each destination: a game of giant jacks, a potato sack race, a marshmallow relay.
The team posing right near the War Memorial. I love the Art Museum in the background.
Our team had decided that having fun was goal number one, but that we'd also really like to at least finish the race within time limits. So naturally, I led them immediately a mile in the wrong direction (they were extremely forgiving!).
Our team in front of one of the "bonus" signs we had to watch out for throughout the race.
We got turned around a couple of times, and had the assistance of a very kind green team right at the end, but we did it! We found our way all around downtown, had a GREAT workout and really enjoyed eachother's company for the morning (I suppose I should say I enjoyed their company - and hope they also enjoyed mine!). I can't wait to sign up again next year!
Amy, Becky and Kristi, Thank you all again for inviting me to join your team yesterday! I had a blast!
Yesterday was another huge reminder to me of two things:
1. Milwaukee is an awesome city. The beautiful places are both obvious and also tucked away. Hit up the Riverwalk or take a walk down by Lake Michigan. Bike the Oak Leaf Trail. Just walk through the Third Ward. There's a TON to see and do downtown, especially in the summer!
2. I am capable of so much more than I believe. My mind stands in the way of my body a lot of the time. Never in my life would I have believed that I could have gone 9.5 miles in a morning. I'm definitely signing up for my first 5K this summer.
Me in the marshmallow relay - our last challenge of the race.
Our team posing with the Bronze Fonz statue on the Riverwalk.
I was a last-minute fill-in on my friend Amy's team. I don't think I ever would have signed up on my own. I have been running for about 2 months now, training for a 5K, but mostly to slim down for our Hawaii trip in November. When Amy asked if I would want to fill the vacant spot, I impulsively said "sure" and then proceeded to freak out for the rest of the day. At most, I'd covered 3 miles at a crack before yesterday. After yesterday: 9.5 miles. It was SO MUCH FUN!!!
We received a packet of 10 clues at the start and were told to plan the most efficient route to hit each stop. There were challenges waiting for us at each destination: a game of giant jacks, a potato sack race, a marshmallow relay.
The team posing right near the War Memorial. I love the Art Museum in the background.
Our team had decided that having fun was goal number one, but that we'd also really like to at least finish the race within time limits. So naturally, I led them immediately a mile in the wrong direction (they were extremely forgiving!).
Our team in front of one of the "bonus" signs we had to watch out for throughout the race.
We got turned around a couple of times, and had the assistance of a very kind green team right at the end, but we did it! We found our way all around downtown, had a GREAT workout and really enjoyed eachother's company for the morning (I suppose I should say I enjoyed their company - and hope they also enjoyed mine!). I can't wait to sign up again next year!
Amy, Becky and Kristi, Thank you all again for inviting me to join your team yesterday! I had a blast!
Yesterday was another huge reminder to me of two things:
1. Milwaukee is an awesome city. The beautiful places are both obvious and also tucked away. Hit up the Riverwalk or take a walk down by Lake Michigan. Bike the Oak Leaf Trail. Just walk through the Third Ward. There's a TON to see and do downtown, especially in the summer!
2. I am capable of so much more than I believe. My mind stands in the way of my body a lot of the time. Never in my life would I have believed that I could have gone 9.5 miles in a morning. I'm definitely signing up for my first 5K this summer.
Me in the marshmallow relay - our last challenge of the race.
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!
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!
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