Not IN the potty, but near the potty

Last night it occurred to me that it had been several hours since Ella had a diaper change. I sorta felt it to see if it had that full, gushy feeling. A little bit. So I took it off and the next thing I knew Ella was racing away, saying “potty.”

This is my chance, I thought. I led her to the bathroom where a small Winnie the Pooh potty chair sits next to the real one. I bought it a few weeks ago with the hopes of introducing it to her and letting her get used to the idea of it.

So, I pulled her pants back down and she sat right down on her potty. Just then Steve came down and Ella abruptly got up and closed the door. We laughed at the notion that she wanted privacy.

Then we heard her talking but could tell it wasn’t from the corner where her potty sits. I opened the door and redirected her back on to her potty. I closed the door again.

Then we heard it. The distinct sound of tinkling. My husband and I’s eyes both got big as we surely had the same proud thought. Our baby was peeing in the potty.

So, I waited until she was done and opened the door. And there she was, standing, pants around her ankles, over a puddle of pee on the floor. D’oh!

Oh well. To me it’s progress. She knew what she was there to do. And she did it. She just needs to know exactly WHERE to do it.

Dawn, Karly: You’re it

My sister passed on this ‘award’ to me. Here’s hers. One of those thingies you fill out and pass on. Except you can only answer in one word. Kinda hard, but I like that it’s quick. Here are the rules.

1. Must answer the following questions with one word, and

2. I must then pass on this award to other blogs I love, who in turn must also complete steps 1 and 2! And I’m passing this on to: Dawn and Karly.

Here goes: ( I don’t know how to make the type below larger, maybe my IT man can come fix it later!)

OK, OK, I’m catching up

Oops. Sorry I’ve been a blogging slacker lately. My friends had a baby and the daddy even managed to get out three posts here. It’s like they’re TRYING to make me look bad.

Anyway, I’m not sure where to start.

Friday: Trick or treating

Ella became a pro very quickly. How couldn’t she with cousin London leading the way like she was on a mission? Ella and Finn rode happily in a wagon in between holding their baskets up begging for candy. They were so cute. Note to self: Take along decoy snack next year to distract Ella from loads of chocolate goodness. Next year she may be too wise for that though.

Also, highlight: Man who sat in a rocking chair in his yard holding a bloody machete and severed head. He sat so still I didn’t even notice until I heard my BIL whispering “that guy is real! that guy is real!” Kudos, crazy neighbor guy.

Saturday: Night out

Steve and I went sans-toddler to Ann Arbor where we frolicked around carefree, shopping, eating, then enjoying some cold ones with our long lost college friends. It was pretty fun. Even though they did harass me for hours after I tried going to bed.

Sunday: Recuperation

Ella was tired from having tons of fun with Grandma and cousins so I was happy that she was happy just laying in bed with me when we got home. We all went to bed early too. Aaaah.

Monday: Catch up

Ella and I had a very nice afternoon out. Storytime, which included plenty of songs and books, at the local library, a quick lunch out, a trip to Babies-R-Us for my friend’s baby shower (which is probably canceled - See beginning of post) and some grocery shopping. All of that followed by a very long nap in which I made homemade vegetable soup and did heaps of laundry. I am superwoman.

Tuesday: Hello, new president

I worried all day that I should have voted early, at least before work if not in the previous days. But luckily the long line only took me about 40 minutes to get through. Which is better than most from what I’ve heard. Ella and I also attended a Pampered Chef party. Ella was very good while I watched the demonstration and chatted with the ladies. I did not even realize it was 8:30 p.m. when we got  home! I kept her out past her bedtime. Oh well, we had fun.

So there you are, all caught up.

Tune in later when I respond to my sister’s latest post.

Me, nag?

Last night my husband said “Hey, did you hear about that wife who was killed?” I looked suspiciously at him and said “Nooo.” And he said “Yeah, I guess she nagged one too many times and her husband just killed her.” He said it as if I should take it as a warning.

I quickly retorted “Did you hear about the husband that was killed?” Before he could respond, I said “yes, he apparently would not put his dirty laundry in the laundry basket. Sad, huh?”

Despite the teasing, we are really looking forward to our date night this weekend. Just us. Ella will be with grandma. And we’re going to a good friend’s 30 birthday party. Should be lots of fun. There might even be some shopping in the day too. I just hope I don’t accidentally do any nagging.