Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Recap for the Week

I haven't felt too much like posting lately (I have the blahs this week) but that doesn't mean there hasn't been anything going on. The boys continue doing funny, boyish things, continually entertaining us.

1 - Monster Jam was this past Saturday and was a big hit. Grave Digger was there and all the boys can talk about is how much fun they had with their cousins and Poppi at the show. On a side note, we've decided J only tolerates Monster Jam at this point to make N happy, which is probably a funny preview of what their relationship will be like in ten years. Yet, still, every time we watch Monster Jam, N still makes J answer his demanded/screeched question: "J! Are you ready for Monster Jam??!!! Right now??!!"

2 - I remembered last night - and was suddenly overcome with a cold anxiety - that N has had one more bath in his lifetime than J. When they were babies, we bathed them separately in the sink - I started with one baby, washed him all up, then handed him off to B, and started on the next baby. It was an assembly-line bath. One night I started with N, but for some reason, probably weariness, I didn't get to give J a bath that night. I felt so guilty about that for so long and I had thought maybe I would skip a bath for N one night on purpose to even them out. But then I thought that was unfair to N since it wasn't his fault in the first place. Stupid mommy guilt stuff. Then I finally forgot about it. Until last night at approximately 11:13pm. Now I'm back to figuring out how to even them up, lest one of them blame me in therapy years later for having a "favorite". Which is ridiculous because everyone knows my favorite is really my knitting.

3 - Swim lessons are awesome. I love seeing the boys interact with their teacher. It's so weird. They're out there in the world talking to other people and responding to their questions. Yesterday I watched as N sat on the steps in the water next to a little girl with a long ponytail tied up in back, which was wet and stiff with water (as we girls remember our ponytails were, of course). He was fascinated by the ponytail, probably wondering what in the world it was and how he could get hold of one. Then he took the final step and gently touched it. The little girl didn't notice but I saw he was slightly fascinated and yet oddly repulsed as it obviously wasn't what he thought it might be. I think he finally realized it was just wet hair.

4 - Big boy beds, or rather bed. We still don't have the second bed up yet. B said he would get the wood to build the other part for the second bed last week and I didn't laugh at him or anything. B is really, really busy with school and work and the other three people in his life that demand all the other time he has in this world, so I really don't know when he thought he would fix the bed. I'm hoping to give him some free time in October. But the boys persevere in their single-twin-bed-ironically-holding-two-boys-who-are-twins. They don't fight or anything, so that's good.

5 - Potty training isn't going as badly as I keep telling myself it is. I thought we were no where near being potty trained. And then I talked to several other moms at work over the last few days who casually asked me, "How's potty training?" or "Those guys must be potty trained by now!" or some variation thereof. And I sadly shook my head and said "Don't ask..." But then they countered with this: "Oh, my precious sweetheart darling was potty-trained by three. But this weekend he had four accidents." So now I'm thinking, maybe they are potty-trained. I mean, what does that mean, "he's potty-trained but he has accidents"? So is he potty-trained or not? By that standard, yes, my boys are potty-trained. They just don't always use the potty. Mostly, but not always. Sometimes (like this morning) they scream at me that they want me to put them in a diaper so they can poop. At this point, I would say they go on the potty about 90% of the time. So that's good, right? I'm counting it as a victory. Here's how I confident I am about their potty-trained-ness: I'm going to let them stop wearing swim diapers during their swimming lessons. Now that's confidence for you, when you are 90% sure you won't be embarrassed in front of the entire YMCA over the intercom by this message: "Attention Platte County South members and staff, would LM please report to the swimming pool to fish her sons' poop out of the water? Thank you!"


Anonymous said...

Dude, they are totally potty-trained if they are hitting it 90% of the time.

Stop beating yourself up about the baths!

Your fairy blog-mother

Dustin said...

ahhh. knitting. and to think I was posting comments on your picture site only.