Friday, May 17, 2013
So, the CUTE
Little Man Ezra has begun potty training in earnest this time. He started back up all on his own. Of course, Gramma buying him a large pack of Toy Story themed underpants was a big incentive. After a whopping case of diarrhea sabotaged his first attempt, I was willing to wait until he wanted to start up again. We've had a few oopsies, but it's been pretty awesome so far. He's had three nights in a row dry, last night in pants instead of a diaper. He woke up about 6:15 this morning, doing the peepee dance outside the bathroom, occupied by my mother. She let him have the room for a minute so we didn't start the day out wet, PTL. He ran into the bathroom a short while ago hollering, "Mommy! I go poopy!" I was getting up to follow him and heard the explosion. How he managed to get unpants-ed and on the seat beforehand I have no idea. Pulled out the wipes and said, "Okay, let me clean you up".
His response: "Okay, Let's do this."
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Getting older kind of sucks.
I'm sleepy and hungry but I don't want to give up my seat at Starbucks. Yes, they have sammies, but I'm not going to pay those kind of prices for stuff I can't eat anyway. I hate mayo used in the excess that these sandwiches always seem to have. I do have an apple in my pack but I'm jonesing for protein.
Hope everyone enroute to Misticon has a safe trip and an awesome time!
Monday, April 22, 2013
Hubby wanted to watch something more than the usual tonight and it was late and he saw this as I surfed through the guide listing. So he falls alseep halfway through and I stayup to watch and sob quietly.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
The world would be a better place if we left everything in better condition than we found it. Not just the physical , but spiritual and mental. Next time you feel angry or find ugly words trying to escape, swallow them and find something kind or encouraging to say. Or just be silent; better yet, go to a mirror and spew the vileness at your reflection. That way you get to vent but you don't tear someone else down. Also, listen to the words you verbalize. Take them to heart because if you say it to someone else, especially a child, they will.
Friday, April 5, 2013
I've been poking at my story for ages and I'm officially stuck. School has me completely unable to concentrate on being creative. I thought I would use the idle time I spent in DT Fort Worth this week on world building but apparently STAAR testing sucked the creative vibe right out of me. I tried several mediums: tablet, paper notebook, email draft... Nothing. I actually found myself staring at the clock, waiting for my kids to be released from testing purgatory and the only marks on the page were little dots from tapping my pencil.
*bangs head on desk