I have several female friends that have children and who are stay-at-home moms. The most frequent topic that comes up when we talk is that we sometimes feel trapped because we are always with our children. Not trapped in the sense that we regret having children but more so that we would love to be able to do things sometimes by ourselves, with friends or with our spouses. I have a friend who does not yet have children and she has commented several times that she thinks I do a good job of taking time for myself without feeling guilty about leaving Carter with someone else. Frankly, I take this as a compliment.
There was a time, especially when we first moved to Indiana where I felt very lonely because I didn't have any adult interaction. I was in a new place with no friends and Jimmy was working all the time and did not have the energy to give me the attention I needed. This all changed once we moved into our house. A priority on my agenda was to FIND HELP! I started utilizing nieces who weren't busy during the day, I interviewed and began using a babysitter on a regular (bi-weekly) basis, and on weekends we utilized Jimmy's sisters so that we could have some alone time. Oh yea...I also called on Carter's father (ha...ha) to take over when I needed a break. Having this support along with Carter recently starting school two half days a week has been invaluable and is what has kept me sane and relatively stress free. In fact, I find that I enjoy the time I spend with Carter that much more. Thankfully, Jimmy has always been encouraging me to seek out alone time and to GET HELP, especially since he is gone so much.
This brings me to my friends. To all of you...and you know who you are...I know I've told you this before but...GET HELP...if you feel you need it and if you can afford it. Life is too short for you to feel stressed out and you deserve some YOU TIME.
13 March 2012
A Day In My Life...
I really hate when Jimmy is out of town for long stretches because it throws my whole schedule off. I have a hard time sleeping when he's gone so I end up staying awake late, sometimes as late as 2 a.m. Unfortunately, no matter what time I go to bed, my wake up time stays constant based on Carter's wake up time which is usually between 7:30-8 a.m. Even though I'm tired, the good thing about staying up that late is that I get a lot of things done. Yesterday was was of those days and just to give you an example this is what it looked like:
9 am - Wake up (factoring in daylight savings it was really 8 am)
9:30 am - Breakfast (eggs and soy sausage)
10 am - Playtime with Carter (alphabet, throwing/kicking ball, reading, coloring, singing/dancing, and playing instruments) (Somewhere in there I also managed to do a load of laundry)
12:30 pm - Snack
1 pm - Carter's nap time (During nap time I made some phone calls, drafted a confidentiality agreement for a client, paid bills, and responded to emails)
2:30 pm - Lunch (Turkey, Cheese, and Strawberries)
3 pm - Put in another load of laundry
3:30 pm - More playtime
4 pm - Walked the dog
4:30 pm - Watched tv while folding laundry
5:30 pm - Prepared dinner for Carter (Rice with broccoli)
6 pm - Carter ate dinner while I had a 15 minute conference call with client
6:30 pm - Get dressed for gym
6:45 pm - Leave for gym (Carter goes to Kids Zone at gym while I workout)
8 pm - Arrive home from gym
8:15 pm - Bath time for Carter
8:30 pm - Relax with Carter while watching tv
9 pm - Lay Carter down to bed
9: 15 pm - Eat dinner (Spinach Salad, Rice, and Broccoli)
10 pm - Carter wakes up crying (I rocked him back to sleep and lied him back in his crib, however, he woke back up immediately and the only way he would lay down was if I staying in the room with him)
11 pm - I fall asleep in Carter's rocking chair waiting for him to go to sleep
11:30 pm - I wake up and head back downstairs to clean the kitchen
12:15 am - Get ready for bed
12: 30 am - Call Jimmy to say good night (He's in CA so it was still early there)
1 am - Fall asleep
3 am - Carter wakes up crying ( I bring him to sleep with me and spend the rest of the night with him kicking me in the face)
7:30 am - Alarm goes off (Today is Carter's school day and he needs to be there by 9 am)
8:15 am - After hitting the snooze button several times, I finally get up and leave Carter sleeping while I get dressed.
8:30 am - Carter wakes up and we get him ready for school
8:50 am - Leave for school (Carter has strawberries and milk in the car)
8:59 am - Drop Carter off at school
And then my day begins all over again. Whoa...I'm exhausted even typing this. At least I did get a 60 minute hot stone massage this morning which felt great. I needed it after a day like yesterday.
9 am - Wake up (factoring in daylight savings it was really 8 am)
9:30 am - Breakfast (eggs and soy sausage)
10 am - Playtime with Carter (alphabet, throwing/kicking ball, reading, coloring, singing/dancing, and playing instruments) (Somewhere in there I also managed to do a load of laundry)
12:30 pm - Snack
1 pm - Carter's nap time (During nap time I made some phone calls, drafted a confidentiality agreement for a client, paid bills, and responded to emails)
2:30 pm - Lunch (Turkey, Cheese, and Strawberries)
3 pm - Put in another load of laundry
3:30 pm - More playtime
4 pm - Walked the dog
4:30 pm - Watched tv while folding laundry
5:30 pm - Prepared dinner for Carter (Rice with broccoli)
6 pm - Carter ate dinner while I had a 15 minute conference call with client
6:30 pm - Get dressed for gym
6:45 pm - Leave for gym (Carter goes to Kids Zone at gym while I workout)
8 pm - Arrive home from gym
8:15 pm - Bath time for Carter
8:30 pm - Relax with Carter while watching tv
9 pm - Lay Carter down to bed
9: 15 pm - Eat dinner (Spinach Salad, Rice, and Broccoli)
10 pm - Carter wakes up crying (I rocked him back to sleep and lied him back in his crib, however, he woke back up immediately and the only way he would lay down was if I staying in the room with him)
11 pm - I fall asleep in Carter's rocking chair waiting for him to go to sleep
11:30 pm - I wake up and head back downstairs to clean the kitchen
12:15 am - Get ready for bed
12: 30 am - Call Jimmy to say good night (He's in CA so it was still early there)
1 am - Fall asleep
3 am - Carter wakes up crying ( I bring him to sleep with me and spend the rest of the night with him kicking me in the face)
7:30 am - Alarm goes off (Today is Carter's school day and he needs to be there by 9 am)
8:15 am - After hitting the snooze button several times, I finally get up and leave Carter sleeping while I get dressed.
8:30 am - Carter wakes up and we get him ready for school
8:50 am - Leave for school (Carter has strawberries and milk in the car)
8:59 am - Drop Carter off at school
And then my day begins all over again. Whoa...I'm exhausted even typing this. At least I did get a 60 minute hot stone massage this morning which felt great. I needed it after a day like yesterday.
07 March 2012
It Feels Good To Be Back Home
Why am I writing this post at 1:47 a.m.? Probably because I'm still on west coast time. Carter and I just got back home last night from being in California for 9 days. While it was an awesome trip and we got to reconnect with friends and family, I am totally exhausted. But more on that later. Let me tell you about the trip.
We started off in Sacramento where we spent 3 days with Nneka, my close friend from college, and her family. She has a little girl named Madison who was born just 2 weeks after Carter. When we made arrangements for the trip, Nneka and I thought it would be so great to get the kids together because they haven't seen each other for a year. Let's just say we got more than we bargained for. Carter and Madison seemed to have a very strange relationship. One minute they were hugging and giggling together and then the next they were wrestling (yes...apparently 1 1/2 year olds can wrestle...who knew). Madison would slap Carter, Madison would get put in time out in the corner, Carter would go and join her in timeout in a gesture of solidarity, Madison would be released from timeout, Carter would push Madison, Carter would be put in time out in the playpen, Madison would try to break him out, Carter would be released from time out, and then the cycle would start all over again. It was so exhausting. The only sure fire solution we found was to put on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse which is the only tv show that stops both of them in their tracks. The weirdest part is that through it all, I really think they bonded. It's like they're the same child, except that Madison is a girl and is a little more emotional than Carter. Here are some pics:
There were some happy moment too when we took them to a kids' play area:
On Day 4, Nneka graciously drove us to San Francisco where we met up with Jimmy. Although Jimmy was working most of the time, it was great to see him. Meanwhile, Carter and I spent our time wandering around the shops near Union Square and playing at the Children's Creative Museum, which was a lot of fun until Carter decided that his purpose in life is to take away toys from every other child there. One boy was not having it and they had a tug-of-war until the other child's mother stepped in. I was just going to let them fight it out. Sooner or later Carter is going to mess with the wrong kid and then maybe he'll learn that being the bully when you're the smallest kid in the room is not in his best interest. We also got the chance to have dinner with Candice, a friend from both college and law school. Candice doesn't have any children yet so of course she thought everything Carter did was soooooo cute. I, on the other hand, did not think it was cute when Carter started throwing crayons and tried to intrude on the conversation of the people in the booth next to us (they didn't look interested in engaging in baby talk). Nonetheless, a man sitting across from us thought Carter was so cute he insisted on taking a photo of us. Here it is:
The boy knows how to pose for a picture. I think just before this he was throwing a mini-tantrum.
After 2 days in San Fran, Carter and I headed to LA to complete our west coast tour and Jimmy headed back to the midwest. From the time we got to LA to the time we left, we were going nonstop. To his credit, Carter was right there with me and didn't complain too much. We got the chance to see my godfather Happy Howard and his wife Laura, who were more interested in Carter than me (something I have to get used to...It's not about you anymore Tara). Then we headed to Chan Dara (the best Thai food ever) with my mom. The next morning I met up with my former mentee, Christiane, who, at 15, is blossoming into a beautiful young woman. We had breakfast at Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles and it was delicious. Christiane had grits for the first time and I am glad I could introduce something so wonderful to her life. From there, I checked in on one of my clients, and then Carter and I enjoyed lunch with all my old co-workers from Leal & Trejo. It was awesome to see everyone and we shared lots of laughs and good food. After that (still the same day) I went to get my hair done. I didn't realize how much I miss hair stylists in LA who know how to press some hair. My hair was straighter than it ever was with a relaxer. We ended the night with a home-cooked meal and then crashed by 9:30 p.m.
The next couple of days were spent seeing as many people as we possibly could. We had a quick visit with my friend Liz, we went to Downtown Disney with my cousin J'ne, we had a playdate with my friend Jamaul and his 2 kids in Pasadena, and we had lunch with my old co-worker Surisa in Eagle Rock. I also managed to get some Pinkberry, Sprinkles, and yummy ahi tuna tacos. That's LA speak for $5 frozen yogurt, $3.50 cupcakes that I waited 20 minutes in line to get, and good Mexican food. By the end of our last night, we were so exhausted that Carter was sleep by 7:30 p.m and I was dreading our 9 a.m. departure time the next morning. I sucked it up, packed our bags, and got a few hours of sleep before my alarm went off at 5 a.m.
The plane ride home was not so good. One thing you should know about Carter is that when he's tired, he is one cranky boy. He hits, he whines, and he likes to run around like a chicken with his head cut off. So this manifested on the plane with him throwing his books on the ground, refusing to sit on my lap during take off, refusing to keep his seatbelt on when sitting in his own seat, grabbing glasses from the lady's face who was sitting next to us, trying to grab the phone of the man sitting next to us, and just general tantruming. Upon our arrival in Indy, one man who was sitting in the back of the plane with us, looks at me and says "I bet you're glad to be home." I couldn't say anything but "yes, I am."
So while we had a great time in California, it was a long trip, and I am so glad to be back home, sleeping in my own bed. Also, I don't plan on making a trip to the west coast alone with Carter until he's a little bit older and can control his tantrums better. I forgot how long that trip is (at least 6 hours with a layover). Until next time LA: the weather was beautiful but I don't miss the traffic or how many people inhabit the city. After living in Indiana for a year, it seemed so crowded and I could instantly feel myself tense up as I was driving about town. Maybe I'm a midwestern girl after all.
We started off in Sacramento where we spent 3 days with Nneka, my close friend from college, and her family. She has a little girl named Madison who was born just 2 weeks after Carter. When we made arrangements for the trip, Nneka and I thought it would be so great to get the kids together because they haven't seen each other for a year. Let's just say we got more than we bargained for. Carter and Madison seemed to have a very strange relationship. One minute they were hugging and giggling together and then the next they were wrestling (yes...apparently 1 1/2 year olds can wrestle...who knew). Madison would slap Carter, Madison would get put in time out in the corner, Carter would go and join her in timeout in a gesture of solidarity, Madison would be released from timeout, Carter would push Madison, Carter would be put in time out in the playpen, Madison would try to break him out, Carter would be released from time out, and then the cycle would start all over again. It was so exhausting. The only sure fire solution we found was to put on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse which is the only tv show that stops both of them in their tracks. The weirdest part is that through it all, I really think they bonded. It's like they're the same child, except that Madison is a girl and is a little more emotional than Carter. Here are some pics:
There were some happy moment too when we took them to a kids' play area:
On Day 4, Nneka graciously drove us to San Francisco where we met up with Jimmy. Although Jimmy was working most of the time, it was great to see him. Meanwhile, Carter and I spent our time wandering around the shops near Union Square and playing at the Children's Creative Museum, which was a lot of fun until Carter decided that his purpose in life is to take away toys from every other child there. One boy was not having it and they had a tug-of-war until the other child's mother stepped in. I was just going to let them fight it out. Sooner or later Carter is going to mess with the wrong kid and then maybe he'll learn that being the bully when you're the smallest kid in the room is not in his best interest. We also got the chance to have dinner with Candice, a friend from both college and law school. Candice doesn't have any children yet so of course she thought everything Carter did was soooooo cute. I, on the other hand, did not think it was cute when Carter started throwing crayons and tried to intrude on the conversation of the people in the booth next to us (they didn't look interested in engaging in baby talk). Nonetheless, a man sitting across from us thought Carter was so cute he insisted on taking a photo of us. Here it is:
The boy knows how to pose for a picture. I think just before this he was throwing a mini-tantrum.
After 2 days in San Fran, Carter and I headed to LA to complete our west coast tour and Jimmy headed back to the midwest. From the time we got to LA to the time we left, we were going nonstop. To his credit, Carter was right there with me and didn't complain too much. We got the chance to see my godfather Happy Howard and his wife Laura, who were more interested in Carter than me (something I have to get used to...It's not about you anymore Tara). Then we headed to Chan Dara (the best Thai food ever) with my mom. The next morning I met up with my former mentee, Christiane, who, at 15, is blossoming into a beautiful young woman. We had breakfast at Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles and it was delicious. Christiane had grits for the first time and I am glad I could introduce something so wonderful to her life. From there, I checked in on one of my clients, and then Carter and I enjoyed lunch with all my old co-workers from Leal & Trejo. It was awesome to see everyone and we shared lots of laughs and good food. After that (still the same day) I went to get my hair done. I didn't realize how much I miss hair stylists in LA who know how to press some hair. My hair was straighter than it ever was with a relaxer. We ended the night with a home-cooked meal and then crashed by 9:30 p.m.
The next couple of days were spent seeing as many people as we possibly could. We had a quick visit with my friend Liz, we went to Downtown Disney with my cousin J'ne, we had a playdate with my friend Jamaul and his 2 kids in Pasadena, and we had lunch with my old co-worker Surisa in Eagle Rock. I also managed to get some Pinkberry, Sprinkles, and yummy ahi tuna tacos. That's LA speak for $5 frozen yogurt, $3.50 cupcakes that I waited 20 minutes in line to get, and good Mexican food. By the end of our last night, we were so exhausted that Carter was sleep by 7:30 p.m and I was dreading our 9 a.m. departure time the next morning. I sucked it up, packed our bags, and got a few hours of sleep before my alarm went off at 5 a.m.
The plane ride home was not so good. One thing you should know about Carter is that when he's tired, he is one cranky boy. He hits, he whines, and he likes to run around like a chicken with his head cut off. So this manifested on the plane with him throwing his books on the ground, refusing to sit on my lap during take off, refusing to keep his seatbelt on when sitting in his own seat, grabbing glasses from the lady's face who was sitting next to us, trying to grab the phone of the man sitting next to us, and just general tantruming. Upon our arrival in Indy, one man who was sitting in the back of the plane with us, looks at me and says "I bet you're glad to be home." I couldn't say anything but "yes, I am."
So while we had a great time in California, it was a long trip, and I am so glad to be back home, sleeping in my own bed. Also, I don't plan on making a trip to the west coast alone with Carter until he's a little bit older and can control his tantrums better. I forgot how long that trip is (at least 6 hours with a layover). Until next time LA: the weather was beautiful but I don't miss the traffic or how many people inhabit the city. After living in Indiana for a year, it seemed so crowded and I could instantly feel myself tense up as I was driving about town. Maybe I'm a midwestern girl after all.
17 February 2012
The Best Date Night...Ever
I spent my Friday night on a date that most would dream of. We enjoyed an early dinner in a quaint neighborhood seafood restaurant. We managed to score a corner booth where we had plenty of room to spread out but the opportunity to sit close if desired. I ordered a ceasar salad and pecan-crusted trout and he ordered fish and chips. He even drew me a colorful picture while we waited for our food to come. Showing his softer side, once our food arrived he allowed me to feed him a few bites and shared some of his french fries (a man really likes you when he shares his french fries). Our energy must have been infectious because even the waitress commented on how cute of a couple we were. We were having such a good time that we decided to order dessert and enjoy each other's company a bit longer. We ordered the caramel apple cobbler which was so good we were fighting over it (literally...I had to throw a couple of elbows). Feeling satisfied after a good meal, we paid the bill and headed out to the car. But before we left, he gave me the sweetest kiss on the cheek, solidifying that we have something special. I'm looking forward to many more dates like this one. We even snapped a few candid photos.
14 February 2012
My Favorite Whitney Houston Songs
I figured I would put together a list of my favorite Whitney Houston songs since I have been watching her videos and listening to her music nonstop for the last 24 hours. There is no intricate criteria to this list-except what is most pleasing to my ears and any nostalgia I have connected to the songs. Thus, it is completely subjective. Make no mistake, I LOVE more of her songs than this list can hold but I wanted to narrow it down. Otherwise, I could just list the songs I don't particularly care for because that list is not that long. You will notice, however, my affinity for ballads over up-tempo songs. Here it goes:
Top 10 Favorites
Top 10 Favorites
1. I Have Nothing, The Bodyguard Soundtrack (1992)
2. Greatest Love of All, Whitney Houston (1985)
3. You Give Good Love, Whitney Houston (1985)
4. All The Man That I Need, I’m Your Baby Tonight (1990)
5. I Will Always Love You, The Bodyguard Soundtrack (1992)
6. Saving All My Love For You, Whitney Houston (1985)
7. One Moment in Time (Recorded for 1988 Summer Olympics in Seoul, Korea)
8. How Will I Know, Whitney Houston (1985)
9. I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me), Whitney (1987)
10. Heartbreak Hotel, My Love Is Your Love (1998)
Honorable Mention
Miracle, I’m Your Baby Tonight (1990)
I’m Your Baby Tonight, I’m Your Baby Tonight (1990)
It’s Not Right But It’s Ok, My Love Is Your Love (1998)
I Believe In You and Me, The Preacher's Wife Soundtrack (1996)
What are some of your favorites?
A "Pig" Mistake
My honey surprised me with a mini weekend getaway this past weekend for Valentine's Day since he is away on business today. We planned to drive up to Chicago (a short 2.5 hours away), grab some lunch, do some shopping, see a movie, and have dinner with my cousin and her husband. The trip started off great. We decided to grab lunch at The Purple Pig, where, as the name suggests, virtually everything on the menu has pork in it.
For those of you who know me well, you may be already saying "uh-oh" because you'd know that until last year, I hadn't eaten pork for nearly 20 years. In fact, I also hadn't eaten beef, lamb, or poultry for nearly 16 years. However, after I had Carter I decided my meat fast had lasted long enough and it was time to delve back into carnivorous territory. For the most part, I've eased myself back in, primarily sticking with poultry. But I have had a few steaks, lamb chops, veal, ground beef, and bacon. And my exploits have not come without sickness. I've had a few back reactions to burgers and bratwursts and a very rich braised beef shoulder. Unfortunately, none of those bad reactions can touch the agony that was The Purple Pig.
Don't get me wrong, the food at The Purple Pig was delicious. We had deep fried olives stuffed with chorizo, whipped feta and cucumber smear, mussels with pancetta, and milk braised pork shoulder with mashed potatoes. I washed that down with a glass of sparkling Rose and life was beautiful. We left there to do a little shopping at Nordstrom and then headed to the movies to see Underworld: Awakening 3D (which was awesome by the way). I was still feeling great. After the movie we decided to go grab a drink at a Restaurant/Lounge called Sable. They had a great drink selection and no doubt an in-house mixologist. I ordered a hot cocktail that had tequila, strawberry puree, honey, and bitters. The drink was tasty but within a few sips I felt the familiar rumblings in my stomach that would require a bathroom at some point. I tried to wait it out and hoped it would go away but it didn't. I turned to Jimmy and said "my stomach isn't feeling well and I'm gonna need to use the bathroom." To which he replied, "ok, go use the bathroom." To which I replied "No...I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM!" To which he replied "you mean at the hotel?" "Yes," I said. We summoned for the check but I couldn't wait. I left Jimmy in the bar and made a mad dash to our hotel which luckily was only 2 blocks away. I made it to our room just in time to release the wrath. 20 minutes later Jimmy got there to check on me and I was still indisposed.
Although I felt temporary relief, little did I know that that would begin a night of throwing up every 30-60 minutes from 8:30 p.m. to 4:30 a.m. At one point, I decided to camp out outside the bathroom door to make the journey to the toilet shorter. I was so miserable and annoyed because I was still throwing up even when there was nothing to throw up but the water I was drinking to try to stay hydrated. We got on the road early Sunday morning so I could be at home in the bed. Thankfully, there was no upchuck behavior on the road and I crawled into bed for about 3 hours. I couldn't eat anything until Monday morning and even then my stomach wasn't quite right. As a matter of fact, I went to bed last night feeling nauseous and as I type this I'm still not 100 percent.
The moral of this disgusting story is that I'm officially ditching the swine once again. I don't remember any bouts like this when I didn't eat it so why mess with what has worked for so long. I'm still on the fence about beef and other red meats (I made some lamb chops last week that were finger-licking good) but Jimmy suggested I may want to try to stick to fish and poultry. The food saga continues.
For those of you who know me well, you may be already saying "uh-oh" because you'd know that until last year, I hadn't eaten pork for nearly 20 years. In fact, I also hadn't eaten beef, lamb, or poultry for nearly 16 years. However, after I had Carter I decided my meat fast had lasted long enough and it was time to delve back into carnivorous territory. For the most part, I've eased myself back in, primarily sticking with poultry. But I have had a few steaks, lamb chops, veal, ground beef, and bacon. And my exploits have not come without sickness. I've had a few back reactions to burgers and bratwursts and a very rich braised beef shoulder. Unfortunately, none of those bad reactions can touch the agony that was The Purple Pig.
Don't get me wrong, the food at The Purple Pig was delicious. We had deep fried olives stuffed with chorizo, whipped feta and cucumber smear, mussels with pancetta, and milk braised pork shoulder with mashed potatoes. I washed that down with a glass of sparkling Rose and life was beautiful. We left there to do a little shopping at Nordstrom and then headed to the movies to see Underworld: Awakening 3D (which was awesome by the way). I was still feeling great. After the movie we decided to go grab a drink at a Restaurant/Lounge called Sable. They had a great drink selection and no doubt an in-house mixologist. I ordered a hot cocktail that had tequila, strawberry puree, honey, and bitters. The drink was tasty but within a few sips I felt the familiar rumblings in my stomach that would require a bathroom at some point. I tried to wait it out and hoped it would go away but it didn't. I turned to Jimmy and said "my stomach isn't feeling well and I'm gonna need to use the bathroom." To which he replied, "ok, go use the bathroom." To which I replied "No...I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM!" To which he replied "you mean at the hotel?" "Yes," I said. We summoned for the check but I couldn't wait. I left Jimmy in the bar and made a mad dash to our hotel which luckily was only 2 blocks away. I made it to our room just in time to release the wrath. 20 minutes later Jimmy got there to check on me and I was still indisposed.
Although I felt temporary relief, little did I know that that would begin a night of throwing up every 30-60 minutes from 8:30 p.m. to 4:30 a.m. At one point, I decided to camp out outside the bathroom door to make the journey to the toilet shorter. I was so miserable and annoyed because I was still throwing up even when there was nothing to throw up but the water I was drinking to try to stay hydrated. We got on the road early Sunday morning so I could be at home in the bed. Thankfully, there was no upchuck behavior on the road and I crawled into bed for about 3 hours. I couldn't eat anything until Monday morning and even then my stomach wasn't quite right. As a matter of fact, I went to bed last night feeling nauseous and as I type this I'm still not 100 percent.
The moral of this disgusting story is that I'm officially ditching the swine once again. I don't remember any bouts like this when I didn't eat it so why mess with what has worked for so long. I'm still on the fence about beef and other red meats (I made some lamb chops last week that were finger-licking good) but Jimmy suggested I may want to try to stick to fish and poultry. The food saga continues.
23 January 2012
Potty Training Woes
My little boy never ceases to amaze me with his antics. It's so hard for me ever to get angry at him, even when I should be serious, because he just makes me laugh. The new source of comedic relief is this whole "potty training" thing. I went out and bought a mini-potty and have been consistently taking him to the potty during diaper changes. He sits on the potty willingly but like everything else it's a game for him. We count to 20 and after 20 seconds he can get up. Well, he likes to keep getting up during that 20 seconds and then quickly sits down. Up and down, up and down, until we get to 20. Then, when the 20 seconds is up and it's time to wipe, of course, he doesn't want to get up. In fact, he sometimes has to bring reading material or a toy with him.
Hilarious! How can I be serious when he does stuff like this. The worst part of the training so far is that he just takes his diaper off at will. He'll disappear for a couple minutes and then come back with diaper in hand like he just found some hidden treasure. Today, he went into our bedroom closet, closed the doors, and when I came in after him, he had taken off a poopy diaper and some of the pellets fell onto the carpet. Thank goodness they were solid and easily picked up. Again, I could do nothing but hold in my laughter because he looked so proud of himself.
I know potty training will take time and there will be some bumps along the way but I hope those bumps don't involve much more poop on my carpet. In the meantime, I'm buying some pull ups, cloth diapers and some new onesies in his size. I'm going to try everything and see what works.
Hilarious! How can I be serious when he does stuff like this. The worst part of the training so far is that he just takes his diaper off at will. He'll disappear for a couple minutes and then come back with diaper in hand like he just found some hidden treasure. Today, he went into our bedroom closet, closed the doors, and when I came in after him, he had taken off a poopy diaper and some of the pellets fell onto the carpet. Thank goodness they were solid and easily picked up. Again, I could do nothing but hold in my laughter because he looked so proud of himself.
I know potty training will take time and there will be some bumps along the way but I hope those bumps don't involve much more poop on my carpet. In the meantime, I'm buying some pull ups, cloth diapers and some new onesies in his size. I'm going to try everything and see what works.
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