Thursday, August 7, 2008

Progress Report

Before I go any further, I must point out something to all of my readers who have yet to be parents. You may see me as some crazed Mama, unable to think of anything beyond bodily functions and naptimes. Yes, on the one hand, this may be true. Sad, but true. But I once used to be a normal adult freedom-loving childless driven-to-success female like anyone else -- I used to get my kicks from shopping, going out at night with friends, traveling to far-off places, etc. Deep down, I am still that girl. And before you look at me and think to yourself, I will never turn into that as a parent, think again. You, too, one day will have a day where your child being able to poo-on-the-potty will be the #1 item on your personal wishlist, even above those coveted Anthropologie shoes. Oh, and this top, too. Oh, and....well, I'd better stop. You get the point. You, too, will one day dream of returning to your former self for a few blissful hours a day while your child is slumbering the afternoon away. You, too, will celebrate the days you survived with less than three tantrums from your kid. You, too, will transform into some form of a semi-crazed parent.

And you, too, will enjoy every last minute of it, the good and the bad. And you won't wish that you could ever be that normal freedom-loving childless adult ever again. (Well, maybe occasionally, on those 3+ tantrum days, but only fleetingly. I promise.)

Okay, onward and upwards, people...

Yesterday my son performed no less than six separate times on the potty, all #2, resulting in two movies yesterday. Can we say that he was probably backed up for months? Like I said, I now have a pooping fanatic on my hands and am actually having a hard time prying him off the toilet. Not that I am complaining. I love the smell of my poo-free laundry piles.

This, my friends, is my crack cocaine of choice:

Actually, this week you can find it in the form of "Blue Bell Mini Country Cones" -- basically little shrunken Drumsticks treats. Heaven in a small package. Please, please, someone come take them away. And let me tell you, this is how bad it is -- they are hidden from my son and my husband deep in the freezer. Yep, I am totally not sharing. How bad is that?!

Yesterday was productive. I'm talking productive, people. I made the quilt top, start to finish, for my Doll Quilt Swap 4 recipient. And I made two of my star blocks (out of six) for my portion of this months' work on my mom's big quilt project we are tackling together. And I started sewing the rows together on that "layer cake" quilt top I was telling you about the other day. And I made dinner for the third night in a row. And I juggled six teapots while balancing one-legged on a beach ball while playing the harmonica. (Not really on that last one. Just checking to see if you were awake and had made it this far.) And this morning I was able to get the fabric for my Spring Fling Round Robin 2 quilt block and for the Fall Sassy Apron Swap apron. For once I might actually get those things made and sent before the actual deadline day (I am always working on things up until the last possible second).

I hope you all are having a productive week as well! I'll be back soon with some sneak peeks at various projects...

1 comment:

anymommy said...

Omigosh, I nodded all through this post. I once swore I would never be one of those boring mothers who only talked about her kids and wouldn't stay out past 7pm because that was bed time. Now, here I am, happily eating all my words. Glad to hear that he is doing so well on the potty!