Potty training boot camp: Week overview....wait, what day is it? It's only Friday...holy cow, it feels like it's been a month. The last two days have actually gone far better than I ever imagined. Only one pee on floor accident and one little poo (we call em rollers...cause they roll right out of the diaper) in the big boy pants. The rest of the time, he has made it IN THE TOILET!!! I have kept him in diapers during naps and bedtime and that is when he likes to do his #2 business. He even went to Miss Shannon's house this morning in big boy pants and didn't have an accident! I have also resorted to major bribery. I'm talking about the kind of bribery that those parents who feed their children spinach cookies and wear organic soy diapers and would shriek at a toy made in China....yea, you know who I'm talking about.....would frown upon. In this case, I used Thomas the Train and his friends.....which worked...except for now I am hunting all over for specific little hunks of metal that the little boy has requested. Whatever works...and it seems to be working. Now I need help getting this child to poop on the toilet. I hear that is the hardest thing to master. I don't think him falling face first in the toilet after the stool slipped helped his fear of the gigantic porcelin bowl either.
Good news! Lonnie is officially college debt free. We paid of his last Master's loan and now it's on to my student loan. Which I know is hard for him to pay each month considering the fact that being a domestic goddess wasn't included in my major. I want so badly to do something to help with the payment of that loan. I looked into selling organs on the black market and renting Baylor out for an afternoon but those fell through. I'm working on a couple of fabric lines right now and hopefully that will pick up. Maybe some big wig will read this blog and think I'm a genius and want to pay me $9,869 dollars to write and take photos for their magazine. I advertised to teach trumpet lessons and that didn't pan out. I have ideas of grandeur for making baby art but that takes time. Time?! Do I even know what that is? I wouldn't even know where to start. My ultimate dream is to open my own coffee shop with handmade funky art from all of my friends in it. I have some very talented and artistic friends that just rock. The only problem is we all have children under 3 and lots of them. The timing just isn't right, but maybe in the future.
Oh, you want to know about the date huh? I know you're itchin to get juicy details on our romantic getaway to the Evil Empire. It was great to be kid free and roam the isles without chasing someone. We had nice conversations about how high things are priced now, how very large people get those motorized wheelchairs and thus being the reason they are very large....it's called walking!! and generic vs. name brand. So very stimulating I assure you. The car ride home was a little stressful after getting the receipt and having mister budget pants do his freak out (he does this every time we get groceries) 1. Gets really quiet and does not speak. 2. Grips the steering wheel like there's no tomorrow 3. Sighs a few times and then shakes his head. 4. Tells me what we have left in the budget for the rest of the month and how this is only the first day of the month. Then we proceed to have a heated discussion about finances. HAPPENS EVERY TIME. I just wish I could make him worry less about finances. I want to see him happy after a trip to the grocery store, but that isn't happening for a very very long time. I want him to know how lucky and proud I am that he works so hard to support our family. I want him to know that him being mister budget man is pretty darn sweet even if he's a tad on the anal side. I know other people are feeling the pinch too. God will take care of us and even if that is hard to accept after Wally World, we have to. Hey, I got Jello pudding pops for $1, you can't get any better than that!!!
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