La vida dolce
I am a glass-half-full kinda gal. Can’t help it. Always have been. My mom used to say that I just didn’t understand the situation, but it’s been an attitude that’s worked for me. Richard is more of a glass-half-empty kinda guy and after 5 years of marriage to him, he has slowly been pulling me to the dark side. I have learned, that if you are driving to DC, and traffic has been light, DO NOT comment on it, for that is the surest way to come to a complete stop. But! I say, I’m appreciative when things go well. Yeah, but you shouldn’t say it out loud. Actually, THINKING it can send it all awry. Even being sarcastically negative, which is therefore being positive, can bite you in the ass. An example, “Yeah, I’m sure THAT player isn’t going to score against us.” Whoops. Nothing like getting the evil eye from the other couch. And no, I’m not going to take my top off to make up for it. Your team has to play better. Whoops. Sorry. Again.
So I’ve been leery to announce that, friends, a momentous occasion has occurred. In fact, THE POTTY HAS LANDED! That’s right, I have been freed from the shackles of diapers, pullups and butt creams. Hallelujah! The clouds have opened! Our child is potty trained. It actually happened about a month ago, but I was afraid to jinx it by announcing it to anyone. Well... Also I know that you could probably give a rat’s ass about this, but A) I haven’t posted in a while and B) I’M FREEEEEEEEE!!!!! I will admit to spending a lot more time in public restrooms with a child perched on a less than pleasant potty who is singing a made up song about getting M & Ms for peeing in the pot. But I’ll take it.
We are now fully stocked in purple, pink, green and blue under pants with dogs on them. Oh there are Dora and Boots under pants too, but the COOL ones have little dogs with racing numbers on them. I’ve abstained from purchasing toddler thongs. If I won’t wear them, I won’t make Ruby wear them either. That’s an ugly thought. Toddler thongs? Ooooh, maybe that’s a BRILLIANT idea! Toddler Thongs®! yeah baby, we’re going to market with that idea.
So I’ve been leery to announce that, friends, a momentous occasion has occurred. In fact, THE POTTY HAS LANDED! That’s right, I have been freed from the shackles of diapers, pullups and butt creams. Hallelujah! The clouds have opened! Our child is potty trained. It actually happened about a month ago, but I was afraid to jinx it by announcing it to anyone. Well... Also I know that you could probably give a rat’s ass about this, but A) I haven’t posted in a while and B) I’M FREEEEEEEEE!!!!! I will admit to spending a lot more time in public restrooms with a child perched on a less than pleasant potty who is singing a made up song about getting M & Ms for peeing in the pot. But I’ll take it.
We are now fully stocked in purple, pink, green and blue under pants with dogs on them. Oh there are Dora and Boots under pants too, but the COOL ones have little dogs with racing numbers on them. I’ve abstained from purchasing toddler thongs. If I won’t wear them, I won’t make Ruby wear them either. That’s an ugly thought. Toddler thongs? Ooooh, maybe that’s a BRILLIANT idea! Toddler Thongs®! yeah baby, we’re going to market with that idea.
