Kibble Katastrophe, Potty Pursuit and Et Cettera

Okay, Here's My Deal...

(Finally, some might say...)

Let me just say that life with an almost 2 1/2 year old is quite intersting and some days my head feels like my graphic--but I wouldn't change it for anything. His vocabulary and abilty to put words together now is just incredible. UMBRELLA...knows the word and says it when he sees one, but we haven't taught it to him. Amazing. Stuff like that is so cool. And memory like an elephant. That can be good and it can be bad. Anyway...

Kibble: Last night, I was getting food for the @#$%ing dog (did I type that out loud?) and he wanted to help. So, I gave him the bowl to carry to the kitchen--somehting he's done a few times--and it starts to tip. Of course, his reaction time and stunted by his fascination with the "Kibble Kascade" in front of him and instead of pulling back the bowl, he leans forward more to watch it fall out. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but being the good boy he is, he did help me small handful by handful clean it up and put it back in the bowl.

Potty: Today, we go to the church's nursery to pick him up after services and the lady who was working there with her husband today said, "I hope you don't mind but G took him potty." To which we replied, "What?! Did he actually go?" "Yes. Is that okay?" "Sure. Wow." " He kept saying potty potty and we didn't want to not take him in case you were working on training." Well, we haven't been really, but there have been times at home, but mostly out when he will say potty and we take him and put him on and he sits there for all of about 5 seconds and announces done and gets off about 5-10 seconds later and flushes...but today is the first day he actually went potty on the potty. It is ironic, too, because friends of ours were here this weekend for a wedding and told basically the same story about their almost 2 year old daughter and her church nursery.

Et Cettera #1: The pregnancy is progressing nicely...except for the gagging when I brush my teeth!! that I could really do without. Still has not made me sick, but am just waiting for that day to come. This morning, I got the added pleasure of bleeding gums to go with the gagging. Great fun. I am 14 weeks today and we heard the heartbeat at the last appointment. Next month we go to have a level II ultrasound done, but we are not going to have any other genetic testing done. We would not abosrt for any reason anyway, so why bother? Besides, there are too many false positives out there for me to be comfortable with it to begin with.

Et Cettera #2: My husband begins his new job on November 6th. I for one could not be happier. He is understandable a little nervous getting out of his element where he's been for 9 years, but is also excited for a new opportunity. Set hours, no weekends and no mandatory overtime...wondering when he will get home or when he will have another weeked off. The commute is less than a mile compared to 20 miles...and despite being started at a salary a little below what he was making, he will make that up in saved gas money and wear and tear on the car. Not to mention wear and tear on his body and mind and marriage.

So, there, I have updated and hopefully will have made a couple people happy with that. I will try to get on here a little more often...but this first trimester has had me worn out, so maybe now I won't be so tired.