Diapers

BB and I have been talking about potty training lately. I'm all for it...he's not so sure. We were having a conversation about watching the video Potty Power about how babies wear diapers and big kids wear underpants because they go potty in the potty.

So I asked BB, "Do you wear diapers?"
BB: No. (but he does....)
Me: I know you're not really a baby, but do you wear diapers still?
BB: No, Mama.
Me: (thinking he's being silly) Come on, BB, you wear diapers, don't you?
BB: (looking at me like I'm the crazy one) No, Mama...wear ONE diaper.

Nice. Apparently it would be silly for him to wear diapers, plural, 2 or more at the same time. Of course, he only wears one diaper - where would he put a second one? He's a very literal child sometimes...

Chili Cookoff!

So we had a chili cookoff at work today, and we had 7 kinds of chili, hot dogs, fritos, cheese, cookies, etc. And it's literally 8 feet from my chair. Not surprisingly, I've had something like 12 servings of chili before 1 pm...we do have 6 oz cups, so at least I have to get up to get more chili, so I get a miniscule amount of exercise while eating so much food. I'm also drinking water today, which I usually don't...since I've been having so much chili.

I made chili for the cookoff, not really to win anyting, but just so there would be enough chili for everyone who wanted to eat some. I had a recipe...then...I just kept putting more stuff in it because it didn't look like enough chili in my big crock pot. It turned out well enough, I guess. BB "helped," which means it took longer and was messier than it needed to be, but whatever works.

I bought Fritos to bring to the chili cookoff. BB saw them on the counter and wanted to eat them. Rather than asking me, he climbed up on his step stool and tried to open them, to no avail, of course. So he opened the drawar and got out the kitchen scissors, but the corner off, and started eating them (still holding the scissors). I turned and saw him and freaked out a little because he was holding scissors, but apparently he did fine with them. (I did take them away and put them where he couldn't reach them...even with his step stool.) I'm not sure if I'm impressed that he did all that on his own (he's only 2 1/2!) or scared that he had the scissors long enough to do that without me noticing. I'm glad I'm not writing the "I'm a terrible mother because my kid cut off his fingers with kitchen scissors" post... I'm really just lucky that it worked out the way it did, but I'll take luck over severed toddler fingers any day...

Mom math

A seemingly infinite number of things to do
+ the 30 minutes BB will be distracted by Blue's Clues
- SuperJ getting the hiccups
+ 8 loads of laundry to do
- a closet full of clothes nobody wears
= more frustration that it's worth...

I feel like there are an infinite number of things to be done and that I will never be cought up. I waver between doing as much as I can and feeling good about what I do get accomplisted and feeling like it's a waste to do anything other than what absolutely has to be done since I'll never get all the stuff done anyway. Sadly, these sentiments about all that there is to get done can waver several times in an hour...

So I sit and blog. Procrastination is an excellent addition to having seemingly infinite things to do, don't you know?

And then...I try to get some perspective. I know people who make $3 a week (not in this country, obviously.) I know people who have chronically ill kids. I know people who had their spouse die at 27 years old. I know lots and lots of people will friends and loved ones in the middle of a war. So how sad is it that sometimes a pile of laundry can drive be completely batty? I can actually get to the point where I feel sorry for myself for having to take care of my house, kids, job, etc. Don't get me wrong - I am VERY grateful to even have a house, kids, and job (and the etc...) It's so weird to be able to know how very lucky I am to have all the things I have and still be such a mopey fool about having so much to do.

Ok, so now I feel bad about feeling bad. What a crazy world. I'm going to go try to be grateful that my family has clothes...while I wash them...

Silly BB Tricks

It's important to teach your children valuable life skills...

Laughing

Here is SuperJ laughing...I just can't help but share it even though most of you have already seen it...

Sick boy...

Poor BB is sick. Our wonderfully fabulous daycare provider called...he had 101.7 temperature. I went and picked him up, got some tylenol in him, and now he's conked out on the couch. Other than being sleepy and wanting me to carry him everywhere, I haven't figured out if he has any "sick" symptoms other than fever. I mean, lethargic is a symptom, but not like...nose or throat or tummy or something. I asked him if he hurts anywhere...and he pointed at his belly button. And I said, "Your tummy hurts?" And he said, "No, belly button hurts." I'm not sure what that means.

And we have one of those cool digital thermometers that Aunt Annie got for us, but I think somehow we left it "on" last time BB was sick (2 weeks ago), so...I have to try to get J to pick up a battery for it...if I can figure out what kind of battery it is.

Sadly, this is the 3rd time this week I've missed some work for health related issues. Tuesday, J almost randomly went into anaphylactic shock, and I had to take him to urgent care. His throat swelled almost completely shut. It was really scary. Luckily, he was still able to breathe, though it was difficult. We couldn't figure out what caused it, though he had Doritos that day and when he had them again the next day, he started to react again (and stopped eating the Doritos). So maybe it's something in Doritos. If you Google "allergic to Doritos," you get a suprising number of hits. It made me want to check other things...

..and then this happened...

Apparently, Doritos are a relatively dangerous snack food...

Not a great choice...and maybe a sensitive topic...

So I had 2 Sonoran hot dogs today...in case you don't know...Wikipedia defines it for you as...

The Sonoran hot dog, found in Tucson, Metro Phoenix, and in neighboring Sonora, Mexico, is a hot dog grilled in a processor or on a griddle, wrapped in Mesquite-smoked bacon, topped with freshly-chopped tomatoes, onions, shredded yellow or cotijo cheese, tomatillo salsa or red chile sauce, pinto beans, mayonnaise, ketchup and/or mustard, and served on a bread. Often served with a fresh-roasted chile.

My addition to this is that they are served in a bun, not bread, but it's sweeter and airier than normal hot dog buns...and enclosed at the ends so stuff can't fall out the ends.

Sadly, they don't serve them wrapped in bacon anymore here in the U.S., just with crumbled bacon on top, but that's cool too. Wednesdays are 99 cent Sonoran Dog day at El Buen Pastor, a little truck that I buy Mexican food out of. So I got 2. So far, not a bad choice.

However...I had a massage appointment today. Right after lunch. Massages are relaxing...and after eating the aforementioned 2 Sonoran dogs...there are things you don't want relaxed, if you know what I mean. So the massage was good, but I had to concentrate on not letting anything OUT during the massage.

So next time...schedule the massage for a day other than Wednesday. Got it. Problem solved.