Cooper can’t keep his hands to himself….
The Type A Mom Blog Song
Take a listen - the fabulous @angengland sings and @reallifesarah plays guitar for The Type A Mom Song.
Driving with a Swag-ger
So, I’m excited about BlogHer - and I consider myself to be a helpful kind of girl, yes?
Waaaaaay back when I had told the Room704 crew I would be happy to help deliver party swag to BlogHer, because I am driving - much less expensive transport, ya know?
The amazing Mommentator had offered too. And the mother-load was delivered to her house. When I saw the AMOUNT of boxes, I thought to myself, “hmmmm - there is NO CHANCE she will get that all in her car to Chicago….I don’t care if she drives a passenger van”. That thought was quickly followed by, “why don’t I help - we don’t live so far away from each other”. I figured that way, Mommentator wouldn’t be forced to borrow a neighbor’s semi to deliver 
Today, we met half way between St. Louis and Kansas City and loaded up my car. Bonus: I get real live hugs from Mommentator.
So…this is us after the transfer. (Isn’t she fabulous??)
And this is after I arrived home.
And….after I unloaded.
What? You can tell they are organized by size? And you think I’m a bit of a nerd? Well, maybe I am. And it will make for easy packing when I head to Chi-Town, yes?
Looking forward to a fabulous Par-tay, Room704.
Potty Training SUCCESS!
It feels like a miracle.
A small one, at least. And one that only a mother who has actually gone through it can appreciate.
Cooper is officially Potty Trained.
{cue marching band music, picture me jumping from the couch to the table with unabashed enthusiasm}
You may remember Delaney tried to teach him. That almost worked. But not quite.
Then we had some success. He would pee on the potty. But that other stuff? Notsomuch.
I made the mistake of putting a pull-up on him to avoid pants full of poop while we were out and about (and no where near a potty). Sooooo…..he figured that was the way to go. For the past few weeks, he’s even been getting the pull-up and putting it on himself when he needed to go.
A twitter friend, Jill, sent me one of her Potty Tots kits to kick start the process. Both the small people LOVED the DVD (it also comes with a darling potty chart and stickers!) and can’t stop singing the song. I finally had to tell them we couldn’t watch it again until Coop was fully trained.
I was afraid it might never happen.
But on Friday, something tipped. He was walking on his tip-toes. He was scared. He was sweating. He even screamed like he was losing a little piece of himself. But eventually he couldn’t hold it any longer.
He pooped on the potty. All by himself.
So we celebrated. He told everyone he saw. And then he did it again. And again. And again.
So, tonight - we said a formal adios to that little potty.
We packed up the pack n’ play. (which we used as a changing table)
And my little guy turned into a big kid - just. like. that.
The Littlest Lobbyist
My sweet girl is growing up - there is a change she would like me to make…
I might actually give in….
Sharing. Too. Much.
I was peed on today. So was the floor and oh, yes - THE WALL of the bathroom at my daughter’s gymnastics studio. Who knew the small guy had such range?
So. I was wet - yuck! And on my hands and knees in a public restroom cleaning up pee. DOUBLE YUCK!
Try not to be jealous.
This sort of tops off a 2 day “I’m the greatest Mommy in the world” competition I’ve been having with myself.
On Monday, I let my 4 year old carry a too-heavy bag up the stairs of her school. In the rain. In sandals. Some kind teacher stepped in to help while I cried (literally) in the drop-off line, “but I didn’t think it was that heavy,” and “she wanted to carry it”. Even grading on a curve, I fail that Mommy task.
Then at the gym, I signed in MYSELF to the kid’s care area - even put my age as 2 1/2.
I forgot my daughter’s dance bag for her final recital rehearsal. So she practiced in too-big tap shoes. She told me she would have preferred to STOMP HER BAREFEET REALLY LOUD.
My small victory was getting the small guy on the potty multiple times.
Which of course is negated when you forget to remind him to ‘hold it down’ and narrowly miss getting pee in your EYE. And mouth. Can I get a ‘triple-yuck’?
I’m off to figure out what mind-numbing motherly feat I can pull off next. Any suggestions?
Opening Day - Our Version of Hey Chicago
We are missing Opening Day for the Cardinals in St. Louis, but we will be here in spirit!
