Potty Training

Apparently, yesterday the short person decided to potty train herself. She put on big girl panties and told the babysitter that she needed to go potty and then... actually did!!

We've been taking this trip to the potty chair for a little while now, but she hasn't quite gotten the link between what her body is supposed to do while sitting there until yesterday.

Yeah!!! We're so proud and happy that she got loaded up with presents yesterday (lol). Daddy got her a Mickey Mouse keychain, the babysitter got her a toy bear, and mommy didn't give her anything because she was asleep by the time she got home.

*snort*

Isn't that always the way it works?

But don't fear! I am going to go buy a squishy Dora potty seat to put on the BIG potty and some more underwear for her.

Also, maybe some small Poise liners. I have this half formed thought in my head that maybe if an "accident" isn't quite so... extraordinary... it will lessen her fear of having one and we will just concentrate on getting her knowledge of when to say something up.

Or, maybe not. But, it's worth a try I think.

Woo Hoo!!!

Ten Little Goldfish... and Then There Were Nine

My husband and daughter went on a mission yesterday to buy 10 new goldfish. The last of her tiger barbs having passed away a week ago. They brought them home and put them in the fish tank and unfortunately, as often happens when shocked with a new environment, one of them died.

My husband, while believing that the short person was in the living room, fished the deceased from the tank and carried it to the garbage can.

"Whatcha doing Dad?" A little voice said just seconds before the fish hit the can.

"Well, one of your fish died so I'm throwing it away."

"Let me look." The short person peered into the garbage can and then wrapped her arms around her little tummy and in a dire voice said, "I think I'm gonna be sick, Dad."

"It's okay. It will be alright. Your other fish are still okay. Do you want to feed your other fish?"

In a low serious voice she answered, "No, I'm just freaking out right now, Dad."

"Oh, okay."

Awhile later (probably about three minutes), my husband asked again. "Do you want to feed your fish now?"

"No, I'm still freaking out, Dad." The short person walked over to her fish tank, climbed into the stool by the counter and watched her other nine swim for a few minutes before declaring that she was ready. Or rather, "I'm done freaking out now, Dad."

The other nine fish all still live happily ever after.

New Year's Resolutions

Ah, 'tis the time to write down that proverbial list of things we wish to accomplish but probably never will.

My New Year's Resolutions

1. Lose Weight (although really, I should just say get healthy- I need to get off of this flipping medicine that makes me gain weight )

2. Have sex (hopefully with my husband, lol) every day.

3. Start one of the four books I have plotted. By start I mean write more than 100 pages.

4. Organize, organize, organize. I really need to work on my time management.

5. Be less of a dork. I'm already off to a bad start

6. Be more like my grandmother.

I'm sure I have more, but those top my list for now.