Potty Training II: Pee Harder

He did it AGAIN!

I got home from work today and Will ran up to me, gave me a hug, a kiss and asked to go to the bathroom. Just what every parent wants. And then Jason said Will peed twice today at school. You know, on the potty chairs there; if it had just been in his diaper, it wouldn't be worth mentioning here.

I really haven't worried about the potty training too much up to this point. I figured that no child ever goes to college while still wearing diapers and that Will would let me know when he was ready. I'm not going into this with blinders on: we're still a long way away from big boy pants, but I'm just so damn proud of this kid. Seeing his little face light up when he's sitting on that tiny little toilet and he tells me it's coming is like no other feeling in the world.

I love being Will's mommy.

Another note: he learned to peddle his tricycle today. Eee!

SUCCESS!

Since I don't want to be featured on STFU, Parents I'm posting this here rather than on Facebook.

Will peed in the toilet today. Three times. After taking a bath.

I know several adults who still pee in the shower.

Dunbaby watch

My sister-in-law, Kristy, is expecting a baby boy late next month. Well, that's when we're expecting him.

Kristy, sit down and keep your legs crossed. No baby until we get back.

Uptown Park

It's been God-awful hot this weekend (well into the 100's) so we cooled off at a make-shift splash park up in Cedar Hill.

Will demonstrating his modeling pose:

I can't take pictures worth a crap, so any good ones are courtesy of Jason.

Wait, that's not true. I took this shot in hopes of showing Will sitting on one of these fountains to give himself a baby enema; I got this instead:

Paint the fence, indeed.

A day in the life...

I started my day bright and early by listening to Will yell "MAMA!" Beat. "MAMAAAAAAA!" As I'm walking to his room (without my glasses) I glance briefly at the clock and see that it's 7:15--perfect as we're supposed to be at Jason's grandparents in an hour for a wonderful breakfast spread. I change the diaper and we walk into the kitchen to get him a snack and realize I should put my glasses on in the morning: it's 6:30. Waaaaay too early. So I do what I swear I'd never do and pull up an episode of Will's favorite show and go back to bed for a blissful 30 minutes.

Eventually we're all up and ready to go and have a wonderful morning w/ Jason's grandparents, Dunbar's and Cousin Dustin and his girlfriend. Good breakfast, stress-free morning.

We meet up with Rebecca and Courtney Dark for a lunch break on their drive to New Jersey. The illustrious Cracker Barrel was about all that was available in the area we were meeting, and Courtney proceeded to confuse our waitress with strange lunch requests: things like "Water for me, please" and "Can I get this salad without the chicken?" and finally, "No, I don't need a to-go box". Seriously, Courtney, can you reign it in a bit? Always a good time with the Darks.

After nap (for Will and me, since we'd been up so early) I decided to take Tiny swimming. Our child is a rock star in the pool: he has no fear. He dives right in, holds his breath and opens his eyes underwater and looks for Jason. Will's got a pretty mean dog paddle right now and loves when Jason throws him across the pool. I, of course, wanted to get in on this action but revert immediately to baby playing, where I hold him and bounce up and down in the water.

My thanks for this?

Will blows chunks in the (crowded) neighborhood pool. We were towards the edge of the pool but instead of lifting him out and letting him finish up on the concrete where it could have easily been washed away, I hold him tighter to me (I guess to squeeze out any more of the vomit, as though Will was some sort of vomit-sponge) and try to catch it in my open hand.

Note to self: don't do that anymore.

I get Will out of the pool and over to the showers and try to rinse us both off as best I can. That's when Jason comes up and takes over and severely stresses that I go into the ladies room and take off my swim top and rinse it out in the sink. That was quite possibly the most disgusting thing I've ever done. The vomit had indeed gone down my top and collected in the elastic waistband underneath the bra cups. Just when I thought I'd gotten it all, I'd find more gathered in the shoulder straps and clasps. How the hell did it get behind me?!

When I felt comfortable enough to go back out I was surprised to find people still in the pool. Apparently nobody noticed my tiny little fish discharging a days' worth of food out of his nose and mouth into my bathing suit. I didn't feel comfortable getting back in before I managed to completely disinfect the suit, so I sat in a lounge chair in the sun until I realized just how ripe I smelled. I hoofed it back home to make dinner and wait for my boys to join me.

When they did, Will went immediately into the tub and felt much better.

There's a Flashdance joke in here somewhere but I'll leave that for you to make.

Suck it

OK. I give. In the past two months:

• My friend had a beautiful baby girl. The child can already lift one eyebrow and I swear she rolls her eyes at me when I tell a bad joke (which is often). Also, best water-breaking story ever: Friend was uncomfortably pregnant and believed the child was going to be Buster Bluth-ing it in her womb. Friend and her mom did a quick shopping trip and after walking out of the dressing room, Friend felt it. All down her pants and form a puddle in her shoes. What does Mom do? Mom says she doesn't want to waste her 30% off coupon and goes ahead and checks out. The topper is that Mom drove Dad's new car to the store and parked at the end of the parking lot so Friend had to walk with water-laden clothes and shoes out to the BFE of parkings spots. I love Friend's mom so very much for giving me this story.
• Our friends Rob and Noelle welcomed their first (human) baby, Jackson, in early May. We haven't had the pleasure of meeting him yet b/c we don't live close, but we're excited to do so in just a week or so!
• I had a birthday--it was...memorable. Heh. Mom took me to Shreveport on a Gilmore trip where we slept until noon, ate dinner too late and lost all the money we came with. As it should be. Also, I got the most awesome birthday wish ever from the aforementioned Jackson. Kid can sing, yo.
• Will has become a ping pong player with the maddest of skills. We have ping pong balls on top of our kitchen cabinets. His hand-eye coordination is astounding to me: he can hit balls that have been thrown at him (we're good parents, honest!). He loves lightning, Dave Gould, Poppa and, apparently, boys. Will plays very well with other children, especially other children named Violet. Dave and Bethany came up for a surprise visit, immediately following an exotic trip to Costa Rica (which parts of apparently look like Texas), and Will and Violet played wonderfully together. Anytime Will showed evidence of a temper tantrum, Violet gave him a look then looked at her mom all "What's his problem?".
• Jason turned 31. We had a party! And people showed up! I drank too much and didn't take pictures though.
• Stacey was in for a visit. Made a quick 20-hour trip to Austin where I learned that, in all fairness, linen is a tight weave. Also? Three women can finish a bottle of rum pretty easily. I did take pictures of this and promise to post the one or two that didn't turn out completely blurry.

So, those are the highpoints of the past couple of months.

Sibling Rivalry

Found it! I found it! The most wonderful picture ever!

(Courtesy of Awkward Family Photos)

Two months, huh? Sorry...