a year lowatus and handful of blogs later.....

i've decided that this is the blog for me. that being said, the header will change (when I get more than two mintues truly to myself - not counting potty breaks).

anyway, things have changed for the better, including a new job, and i look forward to not being dragged down by belittling eye-rolls or ignored by co-workers. it's a much better place and i'm enjoying it. plus, i get business cards! woot!

Parents of the Year

In his infinite cute toddler-ness, K surprised us with "that's what I'm talkin' about." Of course, what follows should seal our nomination as Parents of the Year.

Sleep?

Say it with me now...


WTH?

This N That

If only every day was as productive as this:
After getting an early morning call from our daycare provider saying that she was unable to open today due to her daughter possibly having pink-eye, I called off work (but made sure I was accessible if needed).
Then, K and I watched Bob the Builder a few dozen times. After getting antsy, he helped me clean out the refrigerator (and not just move the leftovers around - actually cleaned it!) while feeding the cats more food than they've ever seen in their life.
Once that was done, we went to get the oil changed in my car; look for posters/pictures of planets and spaceships and then went to the children's museum. We played there forever and had a blast! On the way home, we filled up with gas and got a desperately needed car wash.

Now, K is at nap and I'm typing this, still amazed at how much I've accomplished.

I did learn something today, though, about myself as a mom. At the children's museum, there were some older kids (5-6 year olds roughly) and there were a couple times that they would try and push their way in to where K was playing. Well I pushed back! Not literally, but I made sure to let them know they needed to let him (K) have his turn.

Another instance is when I was sitting on the edge of a large play area with cars and K was playing pretty well with 2 other boys. Well, all the sudden K came running toward me red faced and upset. I asked what happened and found out that one of the other boys took the car K was playing with away from him. Well, K and I went right back over and found the car that K was playing with and I told K to take it back and he did. I then sat a bit closer to the "action" in case it should happen again, but thankfully there were no other issues.

So there you go, I'm the mom who will even the score if my son has been cheated. I won't be a b*tch about it, but I'm not going to sit back and let older kids push K around either. You've been warned; and I mean that in the nicest way. :-)

Ta-da! I'm off to collapse infront of the TV for an hour or so because, honestly, after all that we've done today - I freakin' deserve it!

All Talk

Remember all that happy talk about going potty, etc, etc? Well you can just forget it. Mr. K has decided that he wants no part of it anymore. So were back to the beginning of bribing him to simply sit on the potty with stickers. Heck, I've even tried bribing with money - hmpf! The nerve I must have!

Part of me wants to just let him grow up in diapers and when the kids at school make fun of him, maybe THEN he'll get it. The other part of me says to put him in regular underwear and if he p*es or p*ops in it without even trying to make his way to the potty, then he stays wet for a while. Maybe he'll begin to dislike it enough to take care of business on the freaking potty!

I understand it takes boys a while longer to learn to use the potty, etc, blah, blah, blah - but Mr. K takes it to a whole new level. He flat out refuses. He knows when he has to go; knows exactly what to do, and doesn't even bother to try and go to the potty. What blows my mind is that he is sooooo particular about putting things away "just so", eating on a certain plate: if he had a motto it would be "everything has it's place and a place for everything". You'd think he'd be just as particular with staying dry/clean.

So.......

I Just Want To...

Potty all the time, potty all the time, potty all the time!

Yes, we are thismuch closer to a potty-trained K. Two times in one night is like a freakin' record! We'll take what we can get, whether it's sitting down or standing up.

French Fry Incident

It began on the drive home from Fast Food Joint.

K has been sick and is now starting to feel better (ie: keep food in his stomach as opposed to the couch and carpet) and as a treat for being such a trooper we went to get him "fries and drink".
On the way home, his tiny stomach growling, K was desperate for a fry. They were still way too hot to hold onto, much less eat. Being the ingenious man that he is, J picked out a fry from the bag and held it outside of the driver's side window to cool off. Once it was satisfactory, he gave it to K to eat and all was well with the world.
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You can't tell me that after visualizing this that you didn't chuckle, even if it was a little bit.