Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Possible Blog Topics

So here's what's been happening lately.

We are about to close on our house. 10:30 AM tomorrow. We've already been in it a month renting and are trying to get everything done. This place is literally twice the size of our most recent apartment so it's taking quite a while to put everything where it belongs. So far Brooklyn's room and the kitchen are the only rooms completely finished, but on the other hand, our bedroom is the only one that is a total disaster too, so we're mostly in the middle.

We found out on Friday that we are going to be having a BOY on January 8th (or December 31st if I can convince my doctor to induce me for tax reasons... seriously). His name will be Peyton Glenn Strother- Peyton because we've both always loved that name (no joke- when we started dating we decided our children would be named Peyton and Brooklyn. God was kind to us in giving us one of each like we wanted!) and Glenn because that is Brandon's middle name...and his dad's, his papa's and his great-grandfather's. So: Peyton Glenn will be the 5th Strother boy to have that middle name. Always the first born son. Pretty cool.

Brooklyn is in the midst of potty-training, and I have never experienced anything so frustrating. My personal favorite as of late was when she sat on the potty and farted, then told me she pooped. Close kid, but no cigar. Or perhaps how she gets that she can pull down her pull-up and go to the bathroom, but doesn't understand that you can't just drop your pull-up anytime, anywhere... like when you're pooping, in your bedroom. *Sigh* Love that we happened to have company at the time, so Lauren and Brady Blanks got an eyeful. Be prepared- your little girl will be there sooner than you realize!

School just started back for Brandon, as did tennis, so he's gone all day til 5 which is bearable, but a big change from having him home all summer.

Brooklyn's birthday is on October 3rd and I'm in the middle of planning a Sesame Street party. We're excited to have everyone over to our house to celebrate, but holy cow the list of children to invite is ever expanding. Not sure how to fix this dilemma.

All of this is just to show how I've been a little busy, thus the lack of blogging. I did, however, get on my computer the other day to look at my Word document I keep on my desktop entitled "Possible Blog Topics and Other Projects". I wanted to take a break from my unpacking, potty-training, cleaning and other business to just write something interesting or funny. I was shocked to find this:

Top 10 lists
I want to start really writing
All's fair in love and war
A little prick, mother of pearl
Sayings book
Futuristic worlds
^That was my list of things to write about. Make any sense to you? Me neither!! I can remember what I was going to say for only two of these so-called possible blog topics. What was I going to say about Xanga? That I have terrible high school memories of it involving counselors and tricks on ex-boyfriends? No- that's not funny. Not at all. That sucked. All's fair in love and war? Well, it's not. So that one draws a blank too. I think the next one was about funny phrases that can mean totally different things... i.e. I'm going to give you a little prick with this needle vs. that guy is a little prick... or saying sweet mother of pearl! when you see something wild, vs. me telling you that my sister, Lindsay, is the mother of Pearl. The sayings book had something to do with what Brandon and I would do together on our first dates, rewriting philosophical sayings so they were humorous and/or inappropriate. And futuristic words? Beats me.

 It reminds me of songwriters who will get ideas while they dream, write them down in a notebook beside them so they don't forget what they thought up, and then go back to sleep. But half the time they wake up the next day and say, "What the heck??"

So I'm a little bummed that I can't figure out what I was going to write about, because that was like 5 blogs that could have enlightened your hum-drum lives. Of course I am writing about not writing about them, so at least you get one. Lucky you.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Potty-Training Woes

It has been decided that we will not have two children in diapers at the same time. I never really cared about that one way or another before. Yes, it's cheaper because diapers are expensive, but potty-training is tough. And time-consuming (not sure if I am supposed to hyphenate that or not). It's much more convenient to have diapers so you don't have to stop what you're doing every 10 minutes and ask a toddler if they have to go.

However, the time has come. Brooklyn understands what diapers are, sometimes goes into the bathroom after she has dirtied a diaper, likes to sit on the toilet, grab toilet paper, and then flush... there's just one piece missing. So here we go: by January 2013 when baby #2 gets here, my child will be potty-trained. And I will not be discouraged in the process.

When showing her what it looks like to go potty, she stared in awe and told me, "Good girl!". When I asked if she wanted to try? "No, no". I will not be discouraged.

When preparing for bath time and I take off her diaper, then ask her if she needs to go tee tee (how DO you spell that?? TT? Titi? They all look so odd) and she pees on the floor, then says, "I tee tee!"... I will not be discouraged.

When we ALMOST make it to the bathroom before soiling a diaper, then sitting on the toilet to practice wiping, just to hear Brooklyn say "I potty!" and me having to tell her "No, honey, not quite"... I will not be discouraged.

On a side note, I always told myself I would just ask my children if they needed to pee, not tee tee... and now that I'm in that stage of life, "pee" just sounds so vulgar. Odd. Even this won't discourage me.

I'm not buying any more diapers. We're on a journey and shall reach our destination soon!  She is 22 months old and can count to ten, say countless numbers of words, even sentences (my favorite being "Mommy- eat cracker!"), she can figure out how to turn on the iPad, find Netflix and start watching Sesame Street, can dance, tumble, and calls the arm of my chair her "beam" (gymnastics in the Olympics really had an impact, obviously). She sleeps in her own room, in her own big girl bed without rails and has only fallen out twice. She can entertain herself with toys or movies and allows me a fair amount of "me" time to get ready each day. She has memorized portions of all her favorite books... in fact, I'm pretty sure she can read "The Spooky Old Tree" to me! She understands families and who goes together- asks everyday about Pearl, Lindsay and "Coco" (Uncle Cody). She's a smart girl who can do just about everything else I've ever asked her to do. We are totally going to beast this potty-training thing. I will not be discouraged!!

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Bathroom Lessons

Here are some things I learned while on my recent road trip to and from Alabama:

When I use the restroom in a public place, I will only choose the handicapped bathroom if there is no one else in the bathroom with me, for fear of them looking at me with a "shame-shame" face. Nevermind the fact that I'm pregnant and/or changing clothes. But seriously- try to change clothes in a 2x4 stall and not drop something into the toilet. Still, I'll risk someone in a wheelchair coming in during my potty time and scolding me with their eyes than know it'll happen while someone else is in there washing their hands or something.

There are no acceptable restrooms at gas stations or fast food establishments. And no, I don't count Bucee's because that place is more of an amusement park than a gas station. And yet each restroom you go to there will be a sign that says something to the likes of "The cleanliness of this bathroom is extremely important to us. If you find this restroom to be unsatisfactory in any way, please let the attendant know". Umm, I don't have the time to tell you everything that is unsatisfactory, and I'd rather not waste my time doing it. I'll just try not to touch anything with any part of my body, do my business as fast as I can and run away before I can smell anything.

I know I learned more than that, but apparently I was a little single-focused on this trip.