It’s been a big couple of weeks for us. Since finishing up with SXSW (I think? Not sure if I need to do wrap-up stuff. Will update on this later), I have had time to actually do things for this business Hubs and I started. Like design work, organizing the Institute, putting up curtains (X2), and directing boys moving around bookshelves. We also got a new work truck that will blow your mind. This needs its own post I think. It’s so rowdy and fun. And by new, I mean old but in good shape and easy to fix by Hubs.
While work stuff has been occupying my every thought, we’ve had some forwards/backwards on the EB front. Literally, she likes to go forwards and backwards and tell us which is which, yes, of course, but this gal is hating potty time. Mostly the taking on or or off of pants and pullups. She yells bloody murder that a pullup can’t go on right now because she needs to use the potty, but she won’t sit on the potty unless I’ve got some good distraction (read: bribe) like a banana in her future or I’m about to turn on Sesame Street while we’re getting ready. Maybe it’s sticker time? I need help from those of you who’ve potty-trained and had a remission. And wearing undies confuses her because she thinks it’ll absorb it. Well, more that it’s the same as a diaper.
That is the backwards. The forwards is three-fold. One, I am completely comfortable with my kid getting super dirty during playtime now. I used to go after her with a wash cloth to get the dirt off of her hands and face, but now I just let it ride until it’s time to do something that requires cleanliness. Because playtime should be dirty, you know? I had to wash an elephant’s worth of dishes yesterday (and yet, the elephant is back) so I went outside and filled up all of our watering cans and buckets with water from the hose so EB could “water flowers” aka my buffalo grass. I scooted her all over the yard so we didn’t exactly have a mud pit slash the grass actually got watered. I got 3 minute intervals of running inside and loading the dishwasher, then EB yelled through the front door that she needed more “water flowers.” Way dirty and way cute.
EB’s forwards is getting her toddler bed! We have had this for a while as a hand-me-down from a friend who’s kids Hubs and I used to babysit. I got the spidey sense that they might be upgrading to a big girl bed (aka awesome bunk bed with a slide) and asked what they were going to do with the bed. It was perfect timing because they were switching out that week, even though I didn’t need to upgrade EB for about 6 months. I like to be prepared. So I’ve had this toddler bed out in the hill country and my nephew had been using it when visiting Hubs’ bro on the weekends. They moved back in to Austin and brought the bed with them to return to us. Mid-length story short, we brought the toddler bed in yesterday morning and EB was so excited that I found her sprawled on the uncovered mattress when I came back into the room with her sheets. We moved the bed over and EB handed me the bedding so I could set it up. It wasn’t even naptime – we had 2 hours to go, actually – and EB got under the covers with a book that she could reach easily from her new spot. I got under the covers with her (this was a feat in and of itself) and we read for a while. She was adamant about sleeping there for her nap when it finally rolled around, and she loved being able to get up and tell me her milk was empty. I, however, did not enjoy finding her wandering through the house and questioned whether or not we were ready for this upgrade. After the refill, she stayed in bed for the whole nap. Perfect.
Then she wanted to do the same for bedtime and just wouldn’t stay in bed, so I had to forgo the newness and plop her back in the crib. I think a slow transition to the bed, don’t you think? I don’t want to discourage her from the excitement she feels from her new bed, but the gal’s got to sleep and not wander at her leisure, right? I have mixed feelings about this one. Advice is requested, Intertron.
The last forwards is that EB didn’t cry when I dropped her off at daycare this morning! She actually didn’t cry the whole first week when she started here and now freaks out when I leave her. Her sweet teacher assures me it’s for less than a minute and then she’s on to playing. And I’ve actually seen her scoot off in a car once I pass the playground on my way out, not a second thought given to our parting. But today, she walked up to her teacher and didn’t even say bye to me (and I didn’t sneak off, which makes me feel terrible). Progress!
Oh, and the belly feels good. I’ve been moisturizing and crossing my fingers for no stretch marks. I was good last round, but I also was much more diligent about skin care. And I think I’ve been feeling slight movement even though I heard it was too early to tell. So I’ve either been hallucinating it, having some indigestion, or know what to look for.
Forwards and Backwards,