So back to "Not Me Monday." I've been slacking I know. Give me a break. I'm growing a baby.
Here we go...
I did not open the Halloween candy already. Like a month ago. And I also did not eat half the bag already.
(Speaking of Halloween, which was something I did not experience myself as a kid. My mom had strong feelings against this holiday, so my brother and I did not particiapte, much to my brother's dismay. I, however, was oblivious, but I do enjoy our church's alternative to Halloween, Noah's Arkade. The kids can dress up like a Bible character or an animal. My son is going as a cowboy. Which is neither a Bible character or an animal. But I'm pretty sure I saw Buzz Lightyear there last year so I think I'm in the clear. Last year he went as a penguin. Or possibly a nun. It was
an interpretive costume.)Anyway....on the cowboy note.
I didn't spend most the afternoon this past week making a pair of chaps. For Connor. Really.
I also did not poke myself 20 times with the needle before I seriously considered pulling out the hot glue gun to finish the project.
Switching topics....
Now that Connor is two, I felt the time has come for potty training. No one tells you how exhausting potty training is. Or maybe thats just me and every other mother in the world potty trains their child with little to no frustration and their children run with giddy excitement to the potty. ....ugh I hope not.
So...I certainly did not put our potty training on hold for a while which will resume at an undetermined time because I was simply tired of training. I did not spend an entire week indoors, with a diaperless child chasing him around the house constantly asking, "Do you need to potty? Do you need to potty?" To which he would reply "NO Mommy!!!" and run away from me. And I do not secretly feel happy about holding off on potty training for another month or so.My son is a smart cookie. I think he holds all his potty needs until it is nap time when he has his diaper on and then its like Niagra Falls has been released.
So until then our Elmo potty seat will have to wait to be seated upon. And our Frog Potty chair (portable baby potty) will just have to continue to be a fashionable plastic blue hat for Connor until he is ready for its intended use.
Well, I'm off to go finish a cowboy vest. Connor's of course. Not mine. Really.
