I think we reversed our potty training woes this morning. It took a turn for the worse after we took Jessica to the ER for her eye. She reminded us almost everyday that she fell on the table and that she was scared of the toilet. I think part of the reason is that when she was getting ready to get off the chair (which is when she fell into the coffee table) she was on her way to the bathroom.
This would scare the living poop out of me too, by the way. I don’t blame her. If the result of going potty meant an ouie and some strange guy in white restraining me while mom and dad HELPED! I would bail on the whole idea in a heart beat.
But alas, this morning while we were out and about downtown Holland doing some shopping and looking and talking to friends - she apparently flung herself into a table at Borr’s Bootery and hit the opposite eye in the same fashion creating an identical cut to the other one.
Now because we’re already completely screwed up some how, I think we just reversed our potty training woes. She’s used to the toilet all morning and is taking a nap in panties. Not pull ups.
Which is awesome because we have about 4 pull ups left and we were debating on whether or not to buy more diapers or stick with it. Poor kid, all she needed to do was run into another table.
Problem solved!
posted on March 31, 2007| 1:31 PM EST
I used to want to be a trucker for a summer, just to see what it’s all about. I looked into the education needed for my license to do so and talked with my uncle who, at the time, owned a few semi’s and a milk hauling company. Obviously, nothing came of it. But I really like trying new things and experiences.
I’ve also always wanted a loft in some downtown community, maybe Boston, but not New York. I wanted to paint my walls bright red and a ridiculous green and have open style cabinets with miss-matched plates and bowls exposed. I envisioned myself wearing my hair in dreads and having a bandanna or some other fun fabric in my hair at all times. And I’d wear jewelry, like bracelets and big over sized fake jewel rings.
Or I’ve day dreamed about back-packing Europe - with out any plans. Just getting on a plane, cashing out my bank accounts and seeing where I can go.
Some of these day dreams are imperative to my pre-married life, some are for before Jessica was born - and even still some are for when we’re empty nester’s. I want to try it all.
But this is freaking awesome. If I could ride a road bike like this, or get in shape enough to try - I totally would.
posted on | 3:05 PM EST
Aaron and I went to a meeting last night at the Lakeshore Advantage in Zeeland. Dean Whittaker headed up the discussion about turning your ideas into information. When he got up to start talking he made it clear that he wanted a discussion not to a lecture, which was fun.
So - he starts to ask a few questions like If You Could Have The Answer To Anything, What Would It Be? No one was saying anything, everyone is looking around so I blurt out “The Lies Of Motherhood!” A few women chuckle and then it becomes a 15 second feat to get everyone in the room to understand I said LIES not LIVES. We ended up calling it The Myths of Motherhood. And then we all moved on - but there’s more … at one point there was another topical question about gaining information or something to that affect and people were spouting off different reasons or ideas and Aaron blurts out - Men Are Smarter!
Crowd stopper. All the women in the room looked back, a few glared and then Aaron made a quick remark about the guy next to us actually saying it. They all noticed the guy who thinks he’s smarter than woman is sitting next to the woman who apparently hates motherhood.
Could our innocent remarks meant to liven up the room have gone any worse?
posted on March 28, 2007| 8:22 AM EST
