Last night out of the blue Ellis brought his potty into the kitchen and insisted on sitting on it until he peed. After an hour he finally got tired of it, stood up, ran into our room and promptly peed on the carpet. Anyway, today I was searching youtube for potty training videos and came across this. Ya’ll I don’t even know.
I’ve been laughing about this all day.
I learned this week that an old photo of mine has been shortlisted as a finalist to appear on this website, in the Dallas section. Cool no?
It’s Friday which means I have two entire exercise free days ahead of me (after one last workout that I’m having a really hard time getting motivated for)
I have a new breakfast pick-me-up drink. One part vanilla rice milk, two parts yerba matte tea, sweetened with raw honey. It’s like heaven in a cup.
Sunday, Kent’s going on a day trip with the guys which means Saturday I get to have the day to myself (quid pro quo, you know). I’m going to study with abandon and maybe get a 10 buck pedicure.
And finally, Ellis learned to play the harmonica yesterday. After about 15 minutes of noise making, he looked up at me and said with glee, “This is my instrument!” God I love this kid.
After my little liason with the scale (which won’t be happening again, trust me) I reevaluated my gym strategy. I was doing 35 minutes on the eliptical machine and then a circuit of all the resistance machines and the crunch machine. Now I do 50 minutes on the eliptical machine and only three of the arm machines followed by the crunch thingy.
It’s worth saying that I’m not just slowly plodding along on that eliptical machine either. I keep a jogging pace for the entire duration. And it’s friggin hard. It was hard going for 35 minutes and it’s harder going for 50. Last week though, I experienced something I have never before in my life felt. Halfway through my workout at minute 22 or so I suddenly felt a sense of enjoyment. Working out actually felt good. Is that called a runners high or something? I think I call it a snowy day in hell.
I think it’s working. It’s hard to say for sure because it’s only been a week with the newer harder strategy. But I’m wearing some pants right now that I tried on last week only to put back in the drawer because my legs looked like sausages in the casing. Today I’m not as tempted to barf when I look at myself in the mirror with them on. I guess that’s pretty much the goal of this whole experiment; to gain the ability to look at myself without wanting to barf.
Deep down I feel ashamed that we aren’t able to buy a house.
Yesterday evening just before bedtime I’m in the bathroom washing my face and I hear Ellis call me from the other room. The tone in his voice is bordering on panic. I run in to find him standing next to the coffee table where he usually plays. There’s just enough room between the table and the wall for him to sit. Earlier in the day we had been playing tools, cutting a cardboard box with his plastic saw. Apparently it had fallen off of the table between the wall and the coffee table, where he usually sits to, ahem, do his business.
Me: Are you OK baby?
Ellis: Yeah.
Me: What happened?
Ellis: I was pooping. And I got stuck.
Me: Yeah, I hate it when that happens.
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Is anyone else still watching Polar Express even though Christmas is three months gone? I finally got him to stop asking me to read the book, but he still asks for the movie at least 3 times a week. I usually give in once.
Yesterday, I made bread. And butter. Both were shockingly easy to make. That is all.
What is your most hated children’s television show and what is your most loved? I’ll go first. Someone damn well better go second.
Hated: Jay Jay the Jet Plane (it’s like they don’t even try, plus their voices make me want to poke my ears out. especially that fucking helicopter thing with the rolling of every single r.)
Loved: Sesame Street (even with the 20 minutes of Elmo I still think it’s the most educational and well done show) I prefer “Play with me Sesame” on Sprout because you get more Ernie (my all time favorite), Bert, and that lovable pal Grover, and it’s shorter so Ellis can stay with it the whole episode.
I am salivating at the possibility of a 90210 spin off coming to television. Also, I am thinking about buying Tori Spellings new book.
*It’s entirely possible only Drew will have any idea what the hell that means.
