Thursday, January 12, 2012

Current Snapshot


Today's been a mixed bag. It began with a fitful night's sleep where the last dream I remember involved me putting molding paste in my short, spiky hair.

I woke up with an inexplicable urge to clothe myself in various argyles.

From there I dodged fitful smalls, got schooled in a game of Memory, was poked in the eye, and cleaned out the fridge for left-overs night.


But the very best news? My tiniest, wiriest Homeslice peed in the potty. Twice. Here's what I'll say about that: There are people who will tell you until they are blue in the face that you shouldn't force potty training. They'll say that you should wait until he's ready. That if he's wigged out over it, he's definitely not ready. Well, we played that game two months ago until I threw up my hands and convinced myself that I'm an unfit mother, unable to carry out something so significant.

Then yesterday I rallied. I said, "Silas, I'm done playing that game."

And he said, "I play a game! I. PLAY. A. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!" And he glared at me a little.

Then I remembered my audience and said something along the lines of, "Get your hiney into the bathroom. Stat."

He was mostly ambivalent. He held out for hours then produced two drops and how is that even possible? Well, it is.

Today when I escorted him to bathroom he screeched and wailed as though he was being carried to his certain doom. He seemed a little scared, if I'm being honest. I wavered, but only for a nanosecond. Then I wrangled him into tiny Elmowears and plastic pants ("I no like the klastics!"). I made him sit on that danged potty seat and I wasn't mad, but happy might be a stretch.

Then he peed a little.

And later he peed a lot.

And then he told me how much he likes underwear and topped the whole thing off with "You make me happy."

 "Say cheese!"
(his camera/subway ticket from South Korea)

So here we have a bright, shiny, extra-silver lining. I'm reminding myself that tomorrow holds no guarantees. But tonight, I might just sleep less fitfully. Maybe.

Meanwhile, I came across one of these random surveys here  (thanks, Bethany!) and thought I'd fling my hat into the ring because 1) I love reading them and 2) It fits my current brain capacity.

current guilty pleasure: Daily's peach margarita and Sarah's back issues of Glamour
current nail color: Say what??
current playlist: Leeland - The Great Awakening "Arise and shine shake yourself from the dust God is calling us to go."
current read: When Helping Hurts, Sacrilege, Second Hand Heart,
current drink: Lipton Green Tea Superfruit with Red Goji and Raspberry
current food: Chicken tortilla soup with avocado
current favorite show: Damages
current wish list: a vintage red, metal Radio Flyer wagon
current needs: more patience
current triumphs: see above  
current bane of my existence: Lainey Courtland
current celebrity crush: Ryan Gosling and/or Daniel Craig
current indulgence: Sonia Kashuk No. 4 bergamot candle circa 2007 that I'm just now burning and it smells so slammin' good and why did I wait so long? Also,  this.
current blessing: 2 Thessalonians 1:11b
current outfit: brown cords, gray argyle sweater, white T, turquoise argyle socks, fuchsia house slippers
current excitement: A pending trip to Rockford
current mood: antsy
current link: I'm newly obsessed with Jen Hatmaker's blog and can't wait to get my mitts on her new book. For now, read this and this.

Does anyone want to play along? Please play along. Please scratch my nosy itch. Be my reality tv. I'll crunch my chips to the tune of you. You're way funnier than the Kardiashians, after all, and far less crazy than the Bachelorettes. (Leave your link in the comments.)

Nighty-o!