So Very Sophisticated
I just used all my free evening time to sew myself the most glamorous item ever. You are all going to be so jealous when I post pictures tomorrow! You’ll be clamouring for one! Too bad I didn’t make a pattern, because I could make a mint!
Curiosity peaked? Just a little?
I made a tote for Erik’s potty insert.
That’s me, urban sophisticate extraordinaire. I carry around a potty insert and I don’t care!
This potty training business is not for wimps. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been carrying around the potty insert in a Macy’s bag. I was trying to add a little class to my life, but class is pretty sparse when you have a potty training 2 year old.
I was dreading trying to figure out a way to carry the insert on the airplane next week, so I hit on this solution. It’s. . . interesting. And the handle is about 20 inches too long. I hate too short tote handles so I went a little wild. I can sling it over the wrong shoulder and wrap it around my body and it still hits below the hip. I’m thinking I may have a little editing to do tomorrow.
Other than that, today has been pretty boring. We went to the mall and I got a new, free phone. The poor guy took a look at my old phone that is completely unhinged and didn’t even try to up-sell me.
Erik had a great time playing around at the mall, but then we had a little emergency. This morning he was very insistent that he put mousse and hair spray in his hair. He probably had half a can of mousse in his hair by the time all was said and done. Then he went to the mall, ran like a maniac, got all sweaty, and had all that gunk drain right into his eyes. His eyes must not be quite as sensitive as mine because I tried to wipe it out with a diaper wipe and he didn’t mind that. Those things make my eyes go crazy.
We headed over to Toys R Us for the first time since Christmas. Man oh man oh man I could spend a lot of money in there! I’m not even a kid! I always dreamed of going to Toys R Us and Chuck E. Cheese when I was a kid, but our town didn’t have either of those things so I was never in a Toys R Us until I moved here. It’s a little overwhelming. I was looking for stuff for the plane ride and kind of blew my budget. I feel like it was all stuff that we’ll get good use of now that we aren’t watching TV, so that’s ok. The only thing I have left on my “get Erik” agenda is one of those pop-up tents, but we’ll get the $10 one from Ikea at some point. Maybe Mike can make that his mission while we are in Oregon. He also needs to clean out the carseat and adjust the straps. Are you reading this, honey?
Does anyone know if Play-doh is allowed on the airplane? It would make the perfect distraction, but it looks like plastic explosives. I just did a google search and it seems lots of people have this question but no one knows the answer.
I talked to my family on the computer again today. My sister’s husband had a big, black eye and no one would tell us why. I hope my dad gave it to him, but I doubt it. I don’t think my dad could move that fast these days.
Braxton was getting really mad at Erik because Erik kept picking his nose and eating the boogers. The more Braxton would tell him to stop, the more he would do it. Have I ever mentioned the boy is something of a little shit? It is so hard not to laugh at him some days. Erik does the same thing to me, unless I use The Tone. Mike is very helpful when The Tone comes out and Erik and I have a power struggle. He runs into the kitchen and laughs his ass off. I don’t think that’s very fair! I want to laugh my ass off too, but I have to keep a straight face or all is lost.
I do believe it is time for me to hit the hay. If I was the praying sort (and I was for many, many years, but then I got tired of all the hypocrisy I was seeing. If you want to read a great post that reflects my experience in a fundamentalist church, read THIS excellent post), I would be praying very hard tonight. Erik had a completely dry pull-up the last two mornings, so when he had a complete conniption when we put on his pull-up tonight we decided to risk him in just his training underwear tonight. We’re still co-sleeping. I do not want to be cleaning up pee at some crazy hour in the morning! I can’t believe I have a potty trained child. It was a slow process, but once we got serious about no diapers ever during the day he caught on pretty quickly. I just had to be brave enough to risk it. And really? It obviously would have been bad if he would have had tummy troubles, but as it was just changing a solid turd underwear isn’t the worst thing in the world.
July 7th, 2008 at 12:03 am
I only had time to skim that Chrisitan fundamentalist article and from what I saw I completely agree (and I’m probably a fundamentalist Christian - at least raised that way.) Christians being persecuted in the US? HAH! I completely disagree. I roll my eyes at all those people.
All that being said, I will certainly pray for Eric to have a dry night tonight. I understand the NEED for this to happen. =)
You have a potty trained son! Way to go!
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July 7th, 2008 at 8:27 am
(from the article) “The problem with Fundamentalist Christian organizations is not that they exist, or even that they seek power and influence (because every other group does this, too; it’s what pluralism is), but that they seek power and influence over everyone else, in every aspect of society.”
Seriously. So true. This article was really good. I think I’m lucky to have escaped that kind of church environment growing up…. If there’s anything I’ve learned over the past few years, it’s how our childhood impacts who we are, how we act, and what we believe to an extent I never realized. Those of us who escape with most of our sanity intact are just plain lucky.
Play-Doh on Planes: yes. Lipstick and other soft things like that are allowed. However, if I were you, I would make it fit in a zip lock baggie in 3-ounce containers, just in case they decide to view it as a liquid. They shouldn’t… but honestly, you never know, it’s different in every airport and truly the decision rests on the shoulders of that 19 year old TSA security screener whose boyfriend just dumped her for the girl working in the gift shop across the hall.
Okay, and also:
“My sister’s husband had a big, black eye and no one would tell us why.”
Carrie, this kind of sentence just cracks me up. Seriously. So random, so odd, sooo… funny.
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