Where to start. How about the fact that I don't even know what the date is. That is at the bottom of my worries, though. I keep stalking my blog. I come here almost every day. Poke around a bit seeing if something new has been posted, then realize, "Hey, I am the owner of this little bloggy spot." And then I run away from this site a-sap because I have no motivation to write anything.
By the time I am even able to take a moment for myself I usually end up as a pile of mush on the couch, too tired to exercise (which I should be doing to counter act the everyday sabotage I seem to be doing to my diet), and if my body is too tired to exercise from the chaos of the day then my brain is at an extreme failure for trying to come up with any sort of coherent words to make my fingers type out which they wouldn't anyway because again I am too tired for any sort of exercise. Yeah.
On a more positive update, Quinn is slightly kind of not really sleeping through the night. And when I say slightly kind of not really, I mean that usually he has been going down around eight or eight thirty and then not waking up until somewhere between four and five in the morning. Then there are the nights where he also throws a wake-up session in anywhere between eleven and two, and then also on top of the normal wake-up around the four a.m. mark he will again wake-up around six. In general though for the past week it's been just the one wake-up. Thank you very much, Quinn.
He has been delighting me (well I should say all of us) with cute little coy smiles and when I say "Ooooo" he will say "Oo-oo-oooo" right back at me. It kind of makes me think of a little baby ape in a super cute way. He's getting pretty strong and loves to do his wobbly-stance and holds himself up by our fingers. Granted this isn't the really deal, more like the way any new baby can stand, but it's cute none-the-less. He's also starting to hold his head up pretty high while laying on his stomach. His head is so large that when he is doing this he becomes top-heavy and it forces him to roll over onto his back with a little thud from his giant head.
Today was the day I finally decided that I was totally committed to the potty training business of a three year old. We had a few failed attempts in the past, but my heart was just not that into it, if that's what I am supposed to put into it. Today I was told by my heart that "Yes, yes I am finally into the potty training idea. Actually, not really, but yeah really. Okay, really."
So today I created a little white parenting lie and told Ella that we ran out of Pull-Ups (even though we were never really using them as pull-ups) and so she had to wear her undies. It's so cute to hear her call them undies. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Ella seemed a little bummed for a split second and then got into the whole "going-potty-on-the-potty" business. Her reward for getting things right were 3 mini M&Ms for #1 and a whole 5 mini M&Ms for #2, if that is the polite way to say it.
We had a few accidents which is expected, luckily always on the floor and not on the couch. At one point she was sitting there trying to go and angrily she states to herself "I need to go pee pee so I can get 3 M&Ms", and also when she had an accident on the floor she growled out "I made a BIG mess." Imagine both these being said with her "mad eyes" that she states she has whenever she is angry.
This is what my life has been like in a nut shell. Poor Paul is kind of on the back burner, as am I to him, but at least we both are okay with this at the moment until our family life gets back on track.
Now I must must try to peel myself from this bloggy-blog because what I really want to do is enjoy the latest
Sookie Stackhouse Novel before I go to bed. Which means what will really happen is I will be able to read just two or three pages before my eyes just start scanning the words as my brain sleeps with my eyes open. I HEART Sookie (in a platonic way of course).
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