Seeking God Knows What

I’m over my grouchiness from earlier in the week

Widget and I broke out the little swimming pool for the first time in two years since the weather is supposed to be in the upper 80s this afternoon.  Widget was thrilled to put on her star bathing suit, get some sunscreen on and head outside. 

 Right now we are having a lunch break and then I think we will head outside for a little more playtime. 

I love these kinds of days when we have nothing that needs to be done and I can spend my time enjoying my daughter.  Sometimes I feel like I missed so much of her first couple of years being in the throes of depression.  I’m soaking it all in now, even on the days when her 3ishness is enough to drive anyone crazy.

After listening to Widget’s congested breathing and coughing coupled with how hot her body was as she lay in bed with us in the middle of the night, I decided to make an appointment for her first thing this morning.  She was still asleep when I called because you always have to call right away at 8 AM in order to get a same day appointment. 

I’m sure it is the same virus that I have, but she had RSV at 6 weeks, so I’d rather have someone besides my untrained ear listen to her breathing.

Of course, now that she is up, she seems fine.  In fact, I am probably sicker than she is. 

The nurse practitioner is going to wonder why on earth I made the appointment for her and not me

to send overly active 3 year olds when mommies are sick, so they don’t end up watching tv all day because the only thing mommy wants to do is lay on the couch and wish she were sleeping.

If you ask Widget how to spell her name, she replies M O I D.  Even if you start by giving her the letters that actually spell her name, she replies with M O I D.  I have no idea where this came from but she says it every time you ask.  If you say “What does M O I D spell?” She replies “Me”.

you never know how excited you will be over your child pooping in the potty

We had a fairly calm New Years this year.  We went to our friends until about 11, which was the point where their daughter and Widget began to spend more time whining and crying than playing.  We had hoped we could lull them to sleep with a movie but it was to no avail.  We gave up, came home and were in bed a freckle past midnight.

We have tried to have a fairly calm week after all the Christmas festivities over the last few weeks.  I did end up rearranging the living room furniture after we took the tree down, moving a bookcase into our room and shifting the tv into a corner so it is no longer the focal point of the room- not that it has reduced the amount of time the tv has been on!  Something we need to work on

I don’t generally make New Years resolutions because they are usually out the window within a month, although we are definitely going to be working on managing our finances better.  We did start watching the Financial Peace University Bankruptcy course on Dave Ramsey’s site last night and I think we will get some very useful information from the course.  It seems much better than the crappy online credit counseling we got in order to file.

I would also like to get Widget fully potty trained soon!!  She drives me bonkers because she knows when she has to go but we have gotten nowhere with actually training.  If she is bare bottomed, she will run to the potty and go (although she did pee in one of her snack bowls yesterday!).  If I put underwear on her, she just pees in it like it is a diaper.  Pullups just make her lazy, she never tries to use the potty while wearing a pullup.  We have a  little potty, we have a seat that goes on the big potty.  We’ve tried stickers.  We’ve tried bribes. We’ve tried treats.  We’ve tried talking about how she will be able to go to school when she goes in the potty all the time, something she is always asking about.  We praise her every time she goes.  We tell her how her cousins uses the potty, how her friend uses the potty.  Nothing is working. It may be the one thing that drives me insane *lol*

And now Widget would like to play video games.  I regret the day I showed her them on the computer.  She may become as addicted as I am to this darn thing

So I asked Widget what she wanted for Christmas.  She informed me she wanted:

A skateboard

An itty bitty car to drive really fast -I think she means the power wheels Corvette we saw at Toys R Us when we were there for her birthday

Something she can slide on her belly on - she demonstrated this by sliding across the couch on her stomach

A soccer ball

A hockey stick

And she wants to make a baby using glue for Christmas for Santa!

I tried to get Widget to cooperate for Christmas card pictures today.

Let’s just say most were not so good.

Examples:

The birthday girl has had quite the day today.

First, her grandma (T’s mom) came over to watch her while T & I had our “fabulous” appointment with the bankruptcy attorney (more on that another day- too depressing for birthdays and Thanksgiving).

Then, she got to open her presents from T & I.  A hooded monkey bath towel.  The book Corduroy, one of my favorites at her age.  A board game called Snails Pace Race, an excellent one for young children. 

Afterwards, per her request, we dined on McDonald’s- chicken nuggets, french fries & chocolate milk.

Then we went to Toys R Us and proceeded to let her look at whatever she wanted for as long as she wanted.  We told her she could pick one thing to bring home and she picked the Play-doh Fun Factory.

And now, she is happily ensconced watching Aladdin on the tv.

I think it has been a good birthday for a 3 year old Widget!

Yet, another almost missed day

For your quality excitement, I have to report that I spent the majority of the day organizing bills and paperwork to take to the bankruptcy attorney appointment we have tomorrow morning.(Yuck!) Needless to say, the real total number is very scary.

Then I went to my favorite oversized store (Meijer) to get my supplies for what I am bringing to Thanksgiving.  And after standing in line forever, I just get up to the cashier and my nose starts gushing blood.  Gross and embarassing all at once!  Fortunately, I was alone and the woman behind me had some extra kleenex and wipes.

And now I must wrap Widget’s birthday presents from us for tomorrow!  Her actual birthday! Three years old, I cannot wrap my head around it.

Made it with a couple minutes to spare!