Another morning

7-7-09

I love a good freak show, but man am I glad this one is closer to being over. Bury the poor man and move on people.

Dax had more monumental potty success yesterday, even though it was sad. I went to pick them up from Maria’s and he is happy to see me until he realizes that he has been holding poop until I got there. He didn’t want to poop in his diaper! He was so upset, and didn’t want to go at Maria’s. So we ran home, Bobby quite confused, where I shuffled Dax into the bathroom where Ken was waiting. Dax didn’t make it before some came out in the diaper, but he did have more so he was able to be successful on the pot. He even wore his underwear all evening with no accidents. Who knew it would practically happen over night? Although, in all fairness, he was doing really well and then all of the sudden just stopped until a few days ago. I think that swim trunks were the magic answer. We told him he could not pee or poo in them as it would mean no pool time. He must have taken it to heart. Plus, with the popping success, I think that helped a great deal. I also was thrilled when he chose to stand up and pee in the toilet last night (I told him he could pee like he does when he is outside). This meant that he would be able to pee in more places (AKA public restrooms where there is no toilet insert) and maybe do it on his own without a chaperone. When I pick them up today, I am going over early so that before we go to my folks I can let him poop and we can change him into his undies. Perhaps we are close to being diaper free!!

I am not thrilled with Maria right now. Turns out the boys were no mistaken when they said that they watched UP. She has pirated movie copies. I went over yesterday to find them watching Night at the Museum 2. I am mad on a couple of levels. First, I am upset that they already saw it since I wanted us to go to the theatre to see it. Don’t get me wrong, we will still go, but it would have been nice if it was their first viewing. Second, I am mad that when I got there, Maria was nowhere, and with Dax clearing having needed to poop, I want to know why Maria, her assistant, and her daughter (who is an assistant, too) didn’t catch on to this. Oh, and look, I understand that Spanish is something that would be beneficial for my kids to know, but dammit, I want them to know English first. The boys have started saying Cachino (don’t know how to spell it) whenever they burp or toot. I assume it means excuse me, but fuck that. There is no reason for them to be using that word. Use English, dammit. I know she has Spanish speaking kids, well, then teach them some fucking English. I know, this is horrible of me to say, but I am still annoyed that she has started calling Bobby Robert. I know, that is his name, but we call him Bobby. A school would call him Bobby. She was told he is Bobby. It is not her place to decide what name to call him. She is just daycare, and truly, it irks me to my very soul. The only consolation I have right now is that the boys do love me more than they do her. On the 2 days last week I had off, I used the threat of taking them to Maria’s if they couldn’t behave. They were angels. They did not want to go to Maria’s.

Bobby told me I was boring but that he still loved me. Awesome.

The boss is on the stupid rampage this week. He clearly is looking at an old aging and not understanding that it would be quicker to just look at the account he has a question about instead of wasting his and my time by sending me an email asking me what is up.

Dax didn’t eat dinner last night. I was a little concerned it would bite us in the ass, but he did ok. I made spaghetti, and he not only didn’t eat it, he managed to dump his plate on the floor. Bobby ate very little. We told them that there would be no other options for food, and both seemed ok. They went to sleep with little or no problems. Dax was a little upset, and called me in to sing, which I did, and after that he was fine. I was talking to Vyerah yesterday, swapping kid stories, when we were talking about the not playing restaurant for dinner anymore. If the kid doesn’t eat what you give them, then they don’t eat. Kid won’t starve, kid will just figure out that they should eat what they are given. A couple months ago, I had changed my tactic to be closer to this. When we were talking about the success (her kids actually started grazing on lettuce because she had removed all the other bad snacks), I realized that my success has been pretty big. Bobby over the last couple months has been more inclined to try things. He will take a bite of just about anything now. He may not like it, but he always tries. I am thrilled at this. It is why they both ate the roasted chicken and stuffing. He ate some of my spaghetti last night and said he liked it (they may have just not been hungry), so this is all good. I am not going to get mad when they don’t eat. If they choose to not eat, they can drink water, and have one glass of milk only before bed. I will keep their plate out so if they choose to eat, it is there. If they want to go play instead of eat dinner, fine. No point in forcing food into them. They just know their options. It is going to be hard since I will make dinner and I often feel like no one cares. Yes, I know Ken eats it, but sometimes he doesn’t scoop up right away, so I feel like he is indifferent. It is my insecurities talking there.

Why is the boss here already???

I am shockingly tired. I guess 4 days of a full night’s sleep make your body miss that pretty quickly. Although, I felt pretty cozy last night. Don’t know what I did, but I hope to repeat it!

Ken was chatting with an old high school friend of ours last night. I didn’t know her as well as others did. It was weird, though, how she described me. She said she remembered me lighting up a room when I came in. I so don’t think of myself as that cool. I take it as a total compliment. She said I was always so bubbly. It makes me a little sad that I may not be like that anymore. I am more grouchy and pissy, and overall, just hateful of people in general. I suppose it happens, but I wonder if there is a way to reverse it.

We are trying to pin down a play date with the de la Pena’s, which should be entertaining. Our yard needs people! I also need to find some time to do lunch with my old friend Alyssa. She and I have chatted a bit in FB, and it has been years (I think the last time I saw her was at my wedding!) since we got together, so I am hoping to set that up soon. There are too many people I want to see with just not enough time!

I am hoping Ken can secure his employee as our babysitter for the 31st. The banquet for Tammy’s Pastor, which is where the book I helped write is unveiled. Ken and I are going, but the kiddoes need to stay home. Unless for some reason Tammy tells me they should go, I am assuming they are needing a babysitter. Since we leave early Saturday morning, it would be best if they were at home. I would imagine they would be put to bed pretty easily. I would hit up my folks, but wouldn’t you know it, they are out of town until the following day. Figures.

Apparently Monarch went into Dax’s room this morning (not sure if he was let in or let himself in) and managed to tear down the curtain. Needless to say, Dax was not thrilled. We will see if this affects his mood later.

I was going to see if I could listen to some of the MJ memorial on the radio, but I don’t have AM on this radio. Apparently my second thought to listen to K-Earth is correct as they just announced they are doing it live.

I am listening to it, and so far, the best tribute I heard was Magic Johnson. He told a cute little story, and honestly, isn’t that what we should remember. Not the grandiose statement from Barry Gordy that he was the greatest entertainer ever (not a fair statement) or Al Sharpton mouthing off. It is the little anecdotes that make up the true spirit of someone.

Tammy pointed out that all the performances sound horrible. I hope that it is just the radio that makes it sound this bad.

Human Nature? Is that the name of his song? Holy crap, that for some reason freaks me out.

Brooke Sheilds is very moving. She said that she told him that he was a slacker since she started show biz at 11 months and he started at 5. LOL! She is all crying, and it is so sweet.