In which we have potty mouths....

Yee-ha!

Potty training of Number one is now complete (I hope)! We finally decided putting Angus to bed wearing diapers has been a mistake, and had him start wearing undies to bed. After three days of no movements, he finally told us he had to go potty, then kept jumping up and down off the toilet. I finally realized something else was going on (sorry Angus, Mommy is dense sometimes) and I said "Angus, do you have to go ka-ka?" (several times because of all the jumping up and down, humming, looking in the toilet, unwinding toilet paper, etc). Finally I got him to sit and concentrate on what he was trying to do. He was quite surprised to hear a big plop and immediately jumped up again. "Are you sure you're done?" More effort; eventually we were all rewarded by three more plops.

He got three stickers for that one. I poured myself a big glass of wine. Whew!

In which we have potty mouths....

Yee-ha!

Potty training of Number one is now complete (I hope)! We finally decided putting Angus to bed wearing diapers has been a mistake, and had him start wearing undies to bed. After three days of no movements, he finally told us he had to go potty, then kept jumping up and down off the toilet. I finally realized something else was going on (sorry Angus, Mommy is dense sometimes) and I said "Angus, do you have to go ka-ka?" (several times because of all the jumping up and down, humming, looking in the toilet, unwinding toilet paper, etc). Finally I got him to sit and concentrate on what he was trying to do. He was quite surprised to hear a big plop and immediately jumped up again. "Are you sure you're done?" More effort; eventually we were all rewarded by three more plops.

He got three stickers for that one. I poured myself a big glass of wine. Whew!

later...

I bought this stuff purely because of the bottle. I love wine, but I seriously doubt I could tell Pinot Grigio from Chardonnay if I were blindfolded (although I think I could tell Merlot from Cabernet). But just look at this:


It's fun just to look at. Another item to add to my piles of junk. Maybe I'll stick a candle in it.

Anyhow, to celebrate Angus' milestone, John & I drank most of it (ok, I drank most of it) and played cricket (I beat him) and Yahtzee (he beat me) out on the patio until after midnight. I forgot how fun that is. Seems like I put off doing fun things lately because either I should be doing something else more important or it's too much effort. Both notions are wrong; it's never too much effort and usually I won't get to what I thought was important anyway.

later...

I bought this stuff purely because of the bottle. I love wine, but I seriously doubt I could tell Pinot Grigio from Chardonnay if I were blindfolded (although I think I could tell Merlot from Cabernet). But just look at this:


It's fun just to look at. Another item to add to my piles of junk. Maybe I'll stick a candle in it.

Anyhow, to celebrate Angus' milestone, John & I drank most of it (ok, I drank most of it) and played cricket (I beat him) and Yahtzee (he beat me) out on the patio until after midnight. I forgot how fun that is. Seems like I put off doing fun things lately because either I should be doing something else more important or it's too much effort. Both notions are wrong; it's never too much effort and usually I won't get to what I thought was important anyway.