Hello Saturday

I've been cried on, snotted on, peed on, and pooped on.

Is it nap time yet?

Actually, yes. Only one is napping. At least my non napper is in a pleasant mood.  Poo explosion is ultimate relief for an infant, I suppose. 

Sunday will be filled with laundry. 

Chair Fairy

No one in my house pushes their chair in after use. I don't expect my toddler to, but the grown up kid could, right?

What's better is he somehow uses three chairs every morning. Where's my chair fairy? 

Oh wait, it's me. 

Another title. Can I put this on my resume?

Week Three

We've been potty training for two and a half weeks. It feels like day one. Seriously. 

Mommy and Daddy are well trained in carrying a half naked toddler to the nearest potty and begging for him to try every fifteen minutes.  

We tried using a timer.  Quickly, we realized we created a Pavlov situation.  If the timer goes off on the microwave, listen for running water and 'uh oh Pee Pee'.  

Break out the bleach. Let's clean that potty again. 

If you enter through our garage, the guest bathroom is what you will face. Hubs arrived home from work the other day and was faced with turds on the floor. Half naked toddler on potty seat. Screaming baby. Mommy with wipes not knowing where to begin. 

Poor guy (hubs) has it bad.  All too often he comes home and the little guy's head starts spinning. They are automatically at each other. It's a epic battle to get them outside for an hour or so of playtime. With PT, it's a whole new battlefield.  Limp toddlers are difficult to place in a seated position. Hubs laid him on the bathroom floor.  He checked on baby and returned to find the little guy in a pee puddle. Playing. Playing in a puddle of urine.  Where was mommy, you ask?  Upstairs. Finally changing out I her pajamas to go on a much needed jog. 

At first the pull ups were great. He went to the potty regularly and mommy had a little security blanket for outings. Smart boy, just started using them like a diaper and refusing to use the potty. 

Yea. Yea. Yea. Boys are tough.  We've given up before.  How do we keep going?  

New potty charts. 

New stickers. 

We are going to need new towels. 

Reminders that Mommy (me) is Fat

Breastfeeding with a toddler audience:

"This is squishy, mom. So soft."

Breastfeeding in general:

Wrestle shirt up.

Expose pale, lumpy belly. 

Jumping:

Everything jiggles. 

Maniacs:

Jello body. 

Husband:

Super active, wannabe raw food vegan. 

Still going to try.  Every damn day.

No matter the number of shared Oreos or spoonfuls of peanut butter. 

I. Am. Mom. 

You Rang...Stupidly, I Answered

Thor and I ventured to the park on this warm (ok, HOT) day.  Usually, no one is at the park at this time of day.  Much to Thor's excitement there were lots of kids.  Two separate groups of picnicking moms and grandmoms and their broods.  As I hovered near Thor, this conversation took place...

Random Mom:  (yelling from shady spot under tree) ARE YOU HAVING A GIRL?
Me:  Yes!
Random Mom:  I CAN TELL!
Me:  (sigh - thinking please be because I'm carrying high and not because I've gained weight all over including that jello preggo butt)

This was followed by the normal "when are you due?"  "OMG, you're going to be SO hot" BS talk until, thankfully, Thor ran to the baseball field.  I followed.  Jogging after my toddler in the cool breeze.  Playing with him in the shady trees far away from the mom who, basically called me a whale.  In front of everyone. 

Yes, I am as big as I was at 39 weeks with Thor.  Yes, it is my poor diet.  Baby girl apparently doesn't care for vegetables.  Carbs only.

I can only hate myself for answering to, "Hey Fatty!" 

Change?

Why is every day a battle? A struggle? A reminder that nothing has changed. I haven't changed. I am not a better person. Not a better mom. Not a better wife. Not a better friend.

I want the hate to go away. I want to be able to talk to others again. I want to raise happy, healthy children. I want. I want. I want.

Some moments. Sometimes. There is a glimmer of hope. When do I post positive memos all over the house? When will I learn?

How about a mustache sticker on every mirror? Something to make me smile.

National Running Day

I was going to post this yesterday but after my unexpected run life happened. Busy busy.

I thought I was taking the day off from running. It started off wet. When that sun came out I couldn't resist. We spent the gorgeous afternoon at the park and squeezing a short run around the neighborhood. I've never tried to photograph myself while running. There's a lot going on.

Watch for traffic.

Push the stroller.

Keep pace.

Keep form.

Smile? Haha.