Giving Thanks

Last year.

This year.

Very thankful!

Happy Thanksgiving!

No Matter What

It turns out that I was capable.  And brave.  And praying the hardest I might have ever prayed in my entire life on the drive over there.  But I did it.  I did it alone and all the right words just flowed. And I could see the relief that I was there, talking, communicating, being supportive.  I could also see that she knew.  She knew she hasn’t been okay.

Since noon today, I have felt like this heavy fog of stress has lifted from my eyes and I can see clearly.  I’m positive it will still seem foggy over the next few months, but I’m so proud of me for taking that first step.  Because no matter what, I still love her.

Hello, Bird. We meet again.

• Went to the dentist today.  He fixed my bite.  He said it looked as if one of the fillings was just a tad high and that could be causing pressure on the bottom and top teeth.  I can already tell the difference.
• Got all the groceries for Thanksgiving dinner that I will be hosting here next week.  I’m super excited to have some quality time with the bird.
• Going to the Christmas parade tomorrow and I hear Santa AND his reindeer are attending as well.  THAT is so exciting.
• Finished those two pesky tests I had in the same day yesterday and the next tests I have are FINALS.  Wow.  I signed up for the study group that is meeting the 2 Fridays before the last final to help out with my accounting.  I think this will be a good thing.
• My cousin plays hockey for a college on the east side of the state, the team is playing a college here tonight and we are going to watch.
• I’m making dinner for my girls on Monday.
• No lab class next week.  That is the best news I heard all week.
• Luke says, “Sit, Star” and “Good giiiirrll”.  That is the best thing I’ve heard ever.    The funny thing is that there is a dog at his Grandma’s and he says good giiiiirrrll to HIM too.  Hehehe.

A Secret

About two weeks ago I started whispering in Luke’s ear.  I was just curious to see how he would react.  It’s actually funny because when I do it, he stops and listens so intently.  A few days ago I did it and then I asked him if he had a secret for me.  He leaned into me closely and whispered a jumble of baby talk.  It was so stinking adorable.

I have a secret to share.  I know that  recently I wrote the complete opposite of what I’m about to confess now, but I cannot help myself.   Rob has brought it up several times and then recently I was at the store and passed by those teeny tiny 0-3 month old pajamas and  I melted into a big pile of wanting kissable baby feet mush.

I WANT ONE.

It is such bad timing over the next 3 years to even THINK about it.  I feel irresponsible even writing this because I’m on a different path at the moment when it comes to my education and what I’m working towards.

Baby number two has always been something we want.  I just hope timing with siblings and educations and jobs will all work out.

Rob told me the other day that if things were different, he would want me pregnant again by now.  I know that he didn’t mean it the way I took it, but if I hadn’t lost my job, maybe we would be.

Going to the Loo

Our house is quite baby proofed.  It’s baby proof city, baby.  Rob installed safety latches on all the cabinets and we still ended up putting a gate at the kitchen entrance because Luke figured out how to open the lazy susan and I can’t find a safety latch for that.

We also have a gate up to the staircase because while I think Luke is actually very good with steps, they are also quite steep.

We keep the door to the guest room closed only because there is a book shelf in there with books that I don’t want him to rip the pages out of.

And finally……..we keep the bathroom door shut because I have no desire for my son to splash around in the toilet water.  This has happened on accident before and I pretty much bathed him sanitizer.  Ew, ew, ew.

Recently I had the idea to get Luke a potty for Christmas.  I realize that this is not the most exciting gift but the child has plenty of toys and honestly I’ve seen him play with an empty Teddy Graham box for hours while he passes right by the  full drawer of toys AND toy box with zero interest.

I brought up the idea to Rob after I passed by the potty’s at Target and it occurred to me that on January 1st Luke will be 17 months old and I would like to start to attempt to potty train.  I would also like to add that I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to that.

Anyway, back to the bathroom.  We keep the door shut, but on occasion we will forget to shut it and it does not take long for Luke to notice and it’s a beeline to the bathroom and he’s all, “EEEEEEEEEE!!!  I’M IN THE BATHROOM!  WHAT CAN I GET INTO?”!!!!!!  If he understood presents, I’m sure it’d be like his birthday times 100 for him.  He even does this during bath time.

And the light bulb turned on.

If we are going to expect Luke to go potty in the bathroom then we need to make the bathroom a little less interesting.  We  need it to be like something that is just there, and not like a huge surprise waving in front of his face locked tight with a huge bow on it.

Rob installed the safety latches on the bathroom cabinet this past weekend.  We shut the toilet lid and left the door open.

Here is the problem:

I HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO A MASTERMIND.

He stayed in that bathroom for an hour and half trying to get in those cabinets and HE DID.  He found a way to get in the drawer and the next thing I know there are q-tips everywhere and there is a blanket of baby powder on the floor.

The bathroom door has been shut since.

Now what?