Potty update - stalled
Somehow, in the last week, we've gone from having Alex pretty much potty trained, to "Potty? What's a potty?". All week he's been wetting his Pull ups between potty trips, even when I shortened them to every 30 minutes! He was still good about telling me he had to poop, so I didn't worry about it until yesterday afternoon, he'd had a successful potty-poo earlier, and we were watching Ratatouille and he was eating lunch and I smelled it. He'd pooped his pants and didn't want to stop watching the movie so not only did he not tell me he had to go, he didn't even tell me he had gone (normally, if he has an accident, he'll tell me while he's pooping or after he poops). It wasn't even runny (I give him the benefit of the doubt that runners can be hard to predict and accidents more likely), he had to work on that one, yet he didn't say a word. He did it again this morning during Curious George.
The only change from last week to this week is the fact that I'm not doling out gummy worms for potty deposits anymore. He'd stopped eating regular food entirely, presumably because he was all filled up with potty treats, so I weaned him off of them. He started eating food again, but stopped using the potty regularly. Gah! I'm going to go back to giving him treats for deposits and just hope a child can live on gummy worms and apple juice alone.
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Preschool - put off
We've decided to hold off on putting Alex in preschool this year. Since Alex won't be attending Kindergarten for another three years, we decided we could wait a year to enroll him in preschool, this year we'll focus that money on our debts and hopefully be in a better place to afford tuition next year. I am looking for some fun classes to enroll him in this summer though. I'm hoping I'll be able to figure out a way to do this with Alex after the baby is born (most classes for his age are parent participating which will be difficult to do while having his brother strapped to my chest).
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Pregnancy - the swelling
I've had to remove my wedding rings, likely for the duration of the pregnancy. I don't remember having to do this last time, but I'm sure I did as I had a much harder time with weight gain and edema with Alex. I can still wear the rings, but my fingers are starting to look much more sausagey than normal and I thought I'd better remove them now before I had to get them cut off (the rings, not my sausage fingers). I'm on the lookout for a nice chain to put them on because I'm feeling a bit naked without them.
I'm looking forward to Spring, not only for better weather, but I'm very excited about wearing nothing but flip flops as my feet are looking pregnant as well.
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Famous highschool classmates - I win!
John was very excited about David Archuleta on American Idol because he goes to the same high school John graduated from. I am neither an American Idol fan nor a David Archuleta fan. He's not my style. John says I don't like him simply because he's from Utah. While this might be true, I am a raving anti-Utetite, I still feel like he's got a "Brady Bunch" feel to him. Talented, sure, but completely unoriginal.
So now John and I have an unofficial contest. Who is more closely associated to a famous person. Even counting out my own personal relationship with Henry Winkler forged during a stint as an extra in a movie featuring Rick Schroder and Freddie Prinze Junior (who is married to Sarah Michelle Gellar, aka Buffy the Vampire Slayer - you'll see the connection soon) I got him beat. I went to highschool with Jaime Bergman. Playboy's October 1999 centerfold. More importantly, she's married to David Boreanaz. Angel, from Buffy! Anyway you look at it, that's only two or three degrees of separation between me and beautiful, beautiful David Boreanaz.
Plus the fact that I actually KNEW Jaime (though she was a cheerleader and I... well, I was not. I was in Colorguard. It's safe to say that we were not friends. Plus, I thought she had stupid hair) and John graduated from Murray Highschool over a decade ago, I think I win, HANDS DOWN.
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