The Rantings of Deb: September 2009

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

No More Dirty Diapers!!!!!

I danced around singing "mommy is a big girl, Mommy went pee-pee in the potty!!!!" "Mommy gets a sticker cause Mommy is a big girl!!!!" I did this all day Saturday and Sunday. Sophia screamed, "NO MOMMY I WANT STICKER!!!" I calmly explained only big girls who pee-pee in the potty get stickers. She stuck out her lip and stomped to the potty, pulled down her pants and big girl panties and promptly climbed up and went pee-pee. She smiled and we danced and she yanked the sticker off my shirt and placed it on her own and said "SEE MOMMY I AM THE BIG GIRL I GET STICKER!"

We did this routine all day Saturday and Sunday. No accidents. She woke up from her naps dry but needing to potty and she woke up Monday and today dry. No more diapers. I know she will have accidents, but she is wanting the big prize at the end the week. A whole book of stickers. (Carm the tricycle will come when the accidents are completely gone!)

I tried everything, cookies, candy, brownies, begging pleading, crying...

Who would have thought my 2 year old would be so obsessed with stickers that they would do the trick? Oh happy day!!! My baby girl is a big girl now!!!!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I am not a quitter.

I am not a failure.

I am still running....

I may not strap my shoes on at the butt crack of dawn everyday, but the days I don't I force myself to strap them on before super. The pounding of that pavement and the loosening of my muscles as I run, the burn that shoots through my calves, my thighs, and my enormous ghetto bootie are intoxicating to me. Sasha runs faithfully alongside of me and it no longer seems as though she is pulling me most of the way, just maybe the last leg and I am getting stronger.

So now I have a new task to face a new way only I can prove to myself that I am a success, that is to quit smoking and sign up for my very first half marathon. I can do this. I will do this. My quit date is October 1st.

However I am not a quitter so I need a new word for it, any suggestions?

Monday, September 14, 2009

Potty Training

I am at a loss when it comes to the whole potty training thing. Sophia is ready, I know she is ready, she hates her diapers and refuses to wear them unless it is bedtime. I have bought her tons of big girl panties with elmo, tinker bell, and dora. She picked them out, she loves them. She completely understands that we don't want to get them dirty. She loves to sit on the toilet. She loves the feel of toilet paper on her cookie. But she will not pee or poo there.

She will peel off those cute panties and and pee and poo all over the floor then come and get you and say "ook mommy sasha go tee tee" or "ook mommy sasha go poo poo, yucky!" Why is she blaming the dog????? Why will she not go on the potty??? What am I not doing right here? I set a timer and every 30 minutes we spend 5 minutes on the potty. I know she knows she has to go, I remind her where to go, I let her watch me go, she is fascinated by either Scott or I using the potty, so how do I get her to use it?

HELP!!!

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Am I Alone?

Lately I find myself wondering just how healthy is it to look at the greener pastures and allow myself to fantasize. I know that I am never going to do anything. I also know that the grass really isn't greener and that this other person has just as many flaws as my husband, they are just different flaws. But yet I find myself fantasizing.

He has become a friend to my husband and we have weekly dinners with him. I realize that the only way to stop this is to stop the weekly dinners, to end the friendship because clearly I am not having healthy thoughts, but I don't want to. I don't want to because I don't want to hurt my husband by saying hey I can't get this guy out of my head. I don't want to tell this guy hey no more hanging out because I can't get you outta my head. I don't want to because, hey I really don't want to admit to all of this and look like a bad wife.

So how unhealthy is it really? Does my husband realize that everytime he leaves we have sex. Does he realize I don't open my eyes? Is it okay for me to spark up our sex life with this? I want to think this is normal. I want to say it doesn't matter where you get your appetite as long as you always eat at home....But is all of this okay?