January 21, 2013
My finest hour...or not.
I promise my next post will be of cute pictures of our trip to St Louis, but I've been mopping up a certain 3 year old's human waste all day, so I feel whiny.
I decided to potty-train Andrew, starting today. I don't know what I was thinking in putting it off. I think subconsciously I might have been hoping he would one day come to me and say, "You know what, Mom? I started using the potty while you were napping." (Also a dream of mine...). Anyway, the kids and I spent the good majority of today holed up in the bathroom. Annnnnd...the boy has yet to go in the potty. Being 8 months pregnant, it seemed like any time he wasn't sitting on the throne, my other son was sitting on my bladder, so I was there instead.
Our trip to St Louis last week was fun, but kind of killed the budget. Mike has been taking care of the finances up until this month, and they got a bit jumbled in my care. Couple this with the frustration of potty-training, my newly acquired cankles, and my general frumpiness today (yeah, still in my pjs)....and poor Mike came home to a hormonally-charged, sweatpants-wearing, sobbing lady surrounded by receipts. Not my finest hour.
There were some highlights, however. Such as when Andrew passed gas and said, "hmmm, sounds like an elephant." Or when I was counting out the cash left over for this month and he tried to take the coins to feed his piggy bank. I told him that to save my sanity, I needed him to leave that alone. He then said, "Yeah, I need Santa." And again grabbed the coins. I forget sometimes that he has no idea what I'm talking about. I sure love that kid. And the girl. And their daddy. And our soon to arrive little guy.
But I do think for all the talk of rewards for the kids being potty-trained, we all fail to mention the fact that the one doing the potty-training definitely earned herself some ice cream. Pretty sure the budget can support that. :)