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you say it's your birthday!

coming to terms

Well, I’m going to suck it up and re-sign up for WW. I had found the formula a way to journal without having to use their site however I haven’t been doing a very good job of it at all. It’s been 2 years since I had K and I haven’t lost much. Especially over the past 6 months when I cancelled the WW membership. So anyway, this weekend is my last hoo-RAH! I don’t necessarily want to spend the extra money to pay for a membership, albeit a pretty small amount. I figure I easily spend that much money on junk food cr*p over a month’s time (if not more), so I might as well spend it on something meaningful. The timing is okay, too. We’re having K’s birthday get together tomorrow and there will be cake and various other goodies to get us through the weekend. The bump will be to get back into the swing of it all. Funny how “easy” it was to fall off the wagon.

Monk

K is the toddler version of Monk. Whether he wants the syrup wiped off of his hands, his toy cars lined up next to each other, the patio door to be closed completely or decides to wear his socks on his hands – everything must be just so for there to be peace in our world. His latest “thing” is shoes. Not hoarding them, throwing them, sitting on them. No, that would be what an average 2 year old would do. His thing is that he refuses to wear any pair other than what he has now. 90 degree fiercely hot summer days be damned! He won’t wear the Buster Brown sandals we bought, opting instead to have his feet sweat inside socks and tennis shoes – unleashing the stench of what-the-hell-is-that when we get home and wrestle them off. I know that routines and having familiar people/things around help toddlers feel safe and I’m loving that. I love routines, so that doesn’t bother me a bit. But K freaks out when it comes to new experiences and things. About a month ago, just as the snow was melting about and they were able to play outside at daycare, R (daycare provider) said he cried and cried about standing in the grass and wouldn’t move. It took about a week and a toddler ride-on tractor to get him to venture past the patio steps. Is this normal behavior because, while endearing as it is for a 2 year old, I do wonder how it will manifest itself as he gets older. I’m pretty particular about being organized and having things put away and clean – but I can relax about it from time to time and have managed to not drive my husband completely bonkers with my an*l-retentive quirk. K, not so relaxed about it.

so here it is...

K counting to ten! He doesn't annunciate the words very well, but he's getting there.

welcome to the potty (& counting to ten)

don't ask me how I could forget this in my recap! Anyway, we got K a potty seat that fits on the big toilet and he's tried it out a couple times but would barely sit on it for long. We decided to get a potty seat about a week ago that sits on the floor which made it easier for him to get on and off of. He hasn't been a big fan of it, until (hopefully) tonight. He sat on it in his diaper and we all counted to ten as he sat there. Then we took the diaper off and he sat on it and we counted again. He was probably on it for a minute or two total, but it's a lot better than before when he'd just cry! Oh, and he actually counted to ten! Yes, 10! It was fantastic! I would've made a video of it, however he was sitting on the potty and my son's bits don't need to be broadcast.

Recap 1

My intentions of blogging about something at least every other day haven't fit into reality yet. Just because I changed jobs doesn't mean there aren't things to blog about. So...as I get into the swing of it I'll do recaps if I go more than 3-4 days between posts. 25 year old cheerios, salt on the birthday cake and a "naughty" card to great grandma Stories come out from the past, usually very funny ones! I managed to be a part of that grand legacy over the week. When J was younger he'd stay over at Grt G's farm. One morning they wanted to have cheerios. While Grt G had the grandchildren stay over a lot, it wasn't enough to finish off a box of cheerios and so they sat in the cabinet. When they had breakfast that day, well, lets just say the cheerios checked out a long time ago. Salt on the birthday cake My mother in law, V, is a decent cook but leave it to her own kids to give her a hard time about it. I guess it stems from the fact that she sprinkled a cake with salt instead of sugar. Naughty card to Grt G. This is where I come in. We usually give a somewhat religious card to Grt G for her birthday and a sarcastic card to sister in law, C, for their birthdays. Guess who, in her infinite wisdom, put the wrong addresses on the cards and sent them out...?! Yup, that'd be me! Grt G got a card with 2 cartoon people's as* cr*cks on the front and a tag line "expecting some cr*cks about your age". Thankfully, she had a sense of humor about it, but even still....I won't be living that one down any time soon! Pictures Remember how K had the accident at the park last week and I was hoping it'd heal before pictures yesterday? Well, it did, however I don't know why I bothered because all K did is cry and say (most emphatically for a 2 year old) "Done!" Over and over and over, "done!" inbetween tears. I did every freakin' trick I knew to elicit even a slight smile but there was no way! So we left, empty handed and me in a pretty foul mood. It seems that everyone else's kids take pictures just fine. Sure maybe they fuss for the first 10 minutes, but the parents don't leave empty handed! We go through this every time we get pictures done. It's always a big production with K. I know that he gets antsy at new places and with new people but geez! We were there early and had plenty of time to get him acclimated to the place. Anyway, I really wanted professional pictures done but that isn't going to happen. I've been coming to terms with that for the past 24 hours....and I'm still dealing with it. Are You Copying Me???? One of the crew members were talking about bait fish. The next words out of K's mouth: "bait feeesh". Later on, J had said "Hi, Honey". K said, "Hi Honey." It could be a long drive in traffic now that I REALLY have to watch what I say. That's it for now. I'm going to brush my hair and go spend time with J and K because even though K p*ssed me off a bit with the pictures, I still love him to death.

Catching Up

It's been nutty since the job change! The euphoria has worn off and I'm starting to see some people's true colors, but it's ok. It was to be expected and I'll adapt. The firm is still tons better than where I was before. We've mainly been adjusting to a slightly different routine. With J and I switching jobs within a couple weeks of each other, well it made things a bit rough with rearranging schedules. I think after a month, we've gotten it smoothed out a bit. K is doing well, although I think one particular slide at the park has it out for him! Last weekend he slid to far back and went head over heal into the sand and today he slipped, caught his chin against the step and then got a cut on his eye-lid. Anyone have suggestions on what goes with black, blue, purple & yellow, because we have his 2 year pictures scheduled for next week?! Isn't the timing just freaking perfect! (snark) Just kidding. He's got a bit of a bruise but (so far) it's not bad. I've been checking in on everyone and trying to comment when I can. Hope you all are well (or getting there). I'm hoping to refine our "schedule" so that I can get back to blogging more. I miss it. In the meantime, you can find me here (and I'll be checking in soon):