Number one: After my long and boring post the other day about how Alex isn't ready to potty train yet, last night, Alex followed John into the bathroom, watched him pee, then John helped Alex pee in his little potty (standing up!). So, huh. Ok. I guess I've been going about this all wrong. I think John might have to be the Potty Professor around here. It makes sense. The boy is ALWAYS wanting to do whatever John is doing. I think I'll take advantage of having John home this week and have him take Alex in with him whenever he goes, see if we get anywhere or if yesterday was just a fluke. Anyway, YAY ALEX! We all did a little pee-pee-in-the-potty dance around the house after John told me.
Number two: John took me out last night on a much needed date. I'd been craving steak (I pretty much only eat steak when I'm pregnant. I generally don't eat red meat) so he took me to the local Sizzler where I devoured a big slab o' cow, then we did some last minute holiday shopping, then he took me to a movie.
We saw I am Legend. It was my choice, I'm a huge Will Smith fan. John and I both liked it, but I have to warn you, it's really intense. I admit, I'm a huge wimp, but I surprised even myself with my level of freakout. It's a great date movie in that I was practically perched on John's lap the whole time out of fear and we were holding hands so tight neither of us could feel our fingers when the show was over. The movie had it's flaws in both the story and that they used CGI characters when I think more realistic rabid/vampiric humans would have been even freakier. The ending was also strangely disappointing. Even so, the movie is what we talked about all night long and I caught John getting up in the middle of the night frantically searching for the remote to our house's alarm system. "I was having bad dreams" he told me sheepishly. I couldn't really make fun of him because earlier, I had gotten up for some water, making sure to turn every single light on in the house. When I came back, I did a running leap onto the bed and hid under the covers.
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