#4

First, I'd like to say that I am giving potty-training a break for awhile. So far, my couch got pooped on. And recently, M was looking a little guilty-like. All the tell-tale signs, ya know? Standing with his back against the wall; statue-still; looking at me like he wondered if I could SEE his poopy butt with my magic mama eyes...
I said, "M, did you poop? Come here." And he did come, and he did poop.

I know because it fell out of his undies and onto my foot.

Besides those two incidents, he generally just pees and poops in his undies when he feels like it, and continues living his life.

So, we are done for now....unless, of course, people have any potty-training advice that could do our family (and my sanity) well.


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Some of you will laugh (Beth) about this. But here goes. I think I am actually smart. Like intelligent smart. I think that only because I have done really well in school. I like to write research papers. And I generally understand academic subjects easily. But I'm feeling a little gypped (ALOT, maybe) in the common sense area. Is it common sense I lack?

I'm just ditzy. What IS that?

For instance; take today:

Incident #1: I seriously got on my hands and knees and scrubbed all of my tile. Our whole house. Fifteen minutes later, I let the kids decorate cookies. With rainbow frosting. And sprinkles. Even the (almost) two-year-old.

The clean-up sucked. But the decorating part was fun.

Incident #2: Tonight, we went to a friend's cottage, and I took S out on the Sea-Doo.

And seriously.

I got lost. I think, when I circled back around, I didn't circle far enough, so I never passed their cottage again. I thought about doing another circle back, but wondered if I would just miss it again and screw myself up even more. You can only go counter-clock-wise in the lake, (or I would have backtracked the other way) so I ended up going around the WHOLE lake to get back. 15 mph; searching each cottage for the yellow star I knew was SUPPOSED to beacon my return.

Our friend had to come find me on another Sea-Doo, and I followed him back to his dock. (Stop laughing!) :)

Incident #3: I was helping wash dishes in a two-bowl sink. I was washing the dishes in one bowl. All fine, right? Except I was also rinsing the dishes by running water into that same bowl. When the water would get to the top, I'd reach in and pull up the drain little. It wasn't until my friend wisely suggested I run the rinse water into the OTHER bowl that I even realized what I was doing. I think she might have said something like, "Um, maybe you should rinse the dishes in this sink, so you don't have to keep almost overflowing the other sink." Huh. Surprising. I never would have thought of that, because at MY house, I always have clean dishes DRYING or already DRY in that sink, so I don't want to get them all wet again.

The question, then, would be "But there were no dry dishes in HER sink, right?!"

And the answer would be, "No. There were no dry dishes in her sink. Exactly why this is Incident #3. Be quiet."

Incident #4: We ate Klondike Bars.

Harmless, enough, right? Well, it MIGHT have been, except....
For some reason, I bit around the bar instead of simply sticking to one side. Do you know what happens when you do that? You probably don't, because most likely, you wouldn't do that. (E'hem.) It's a little like eating the bottom out of the icecream cone (which I have also done, as has my oldest son, Z, on many occasions). The icecream melts much more quickly, and it slides around, and there is no chocolate edges to keep it in, and pretty soon, it is all down your arm and elbows, possibly on your face....And I looked around and realized that everyone else wasn't even THINKING about their Klondike Bar. They were chatting it up; eating it normally, most of them holding it by the wrapper (Imagine!) so they didn't get melted chocolate all over their hands. (Oh. Huh.)

Once in awhile, especially on nights like these, I am reminded of #4 on my List of 25 things.

I'll say this first though. I might be ditzy, if that is what you call my predicament. And I don't really like THAT about me. But I do have lots of fun. And life is pretty funNY.