Could it be …?
But it’s almost there.
We almost have it.
Tonight we will learn if we have gotten our House of Dreams.- This house is only nine minutes to the airport where Darling Husband works
- This house is about 15 minutes to my mom’s house (free, reliable babysitting — holla!)
- This house is 2,500 square feet (as opposed to our 1,195 sq. ft. condo)
- This house has three bedrooms and three bathrooms (one potty per bum, presently)
- This house has huge yards
- This house is just down the street from a brand-new elementary school and sportsplex
- This house has a sewing room/my dream office
- This house is almost OURS!
Do the potty dance!
The other day, my toddler learned how to sign “change.”
Change as in “Change my diaper, woman!”
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that — that very same day — I bought him his own potty.*
Can 15-month-olds potty-train?
Especially BOYS?
I don’t think so.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I mean, if he can tell me his diaper is dirty, he can … can he? … surely?
I really should have Googled this first.
* I bought the potty pictured, because I’d heard** that if you DON’T buy the Baby Bjorn potty, you will end up buying it anyway. So it made sense.
** That is exactly ALL I know about potties and potty-training.***
*** Except that I will also be bribing him with mini M&Ms. Because I saw it on Jon & Kate + Eight.
Wordless Wednesday: "Oops, I forgot the baking soda!" edition
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| No baking soda = muffins like hockey pucks |
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| By the time I realized (and added some), I only had enough batter left for five. FML. |
Time mom-agement
I’m finding it hard lately to divide my time up.
Baby Boy is always my first priority, and every moment he’s awake, we’re busy doing things together — or he’s “helping” me do chores, get dressed, etc.
When he goes to sleep — thank GOD he is still napping twice a day, at almost 15 months old! — my priority shifts to work. I’ve been doing a lot of different projects lately (for a lot of different clients), and I’ve been really enjoying it. So I work-work-work every minute until Baby Boy wakes up. This often repeats after he’s in bed.
So … where is the time for other projects?
- Where is the time to cook or bake things that take longer than 20 minutes (a.k.a. things I can prepare while Baby Boy clings to my ankles or digs in the pots-and-pans drawer)?
- Where is the time to organize?
- To make grocery lists and meal plans, and search for coupons online?
- To hem those shorts of Darling Husband’s, that he’s been waiting on for months?
- To take off my super-chipped nail polish?
- I think I used to sew and scrapbook, about a million years ago, but I can’t be sure …
Where is the time to do all of the little things that I CAN’T do when Baby Boy is awake?
The things that I DON’T do while he’s sleeping, because I’m working?
I have said before that I need to start allocating some of my “free chunks” of time to this stuff. But then I don’t. I choose to work instead — which is very good, believe me. Working = good. But not getting ANYTHING done but basic chores/cooking, caring for Baby Boy, and working? I feel like I’m dropping the ball on everything else, and missing fun things.
Am I the only one with this problem?
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