Friday, July 26, 2013

The New Normal

Do 1 year olds poop in the potty? I mean, is this something that is normal?

Or do I just have an extremely awesome kid?

Which I do. I know I do. Even the doctors at her birth knew it, that's why she was a 10 on the APGAR. My little star. Awesomeness surrounds her.

She doesn't turn 2 until Sunday, but she has pooped in the potty - the big potty, our potty, not that silly little training potty that other kids use. Psshhh. Nah, not her. She poops in the big one. Twice.

The first time I thought it was a fluke. She asked to go pee, and I sat her on the potty and sat with her in the bathroom for a minute, but nothing happened and I got bored, so I left. (Yes, I am an awesome mom.) A minute later I hear Bjorn yelling out. "She pooped! She pooped in the potty!"  There it was, sitting in the bottom of the toilet. Peanut poop.

Shock. Shock, I tell ya. I didn't cajole, bribe or threaten. I haven't offered her a thing besides the ridiculously crazy Poo-Poo dance we created with Bjorn. She loves it, but, really, girl - don't you know you could be getting Skittles or M&M's or even that giant Doc McStuffin' doll? You know, the one that comes with the animals and the doctor scissors and the little stethoscope that really thumps? You're going to settle for the Poo Poo Dance as your reward?

Tonight she pooped in the potty again. The real deal. I'm a little weirded out by it all. It took Bjorn until he was 3 to really even think about it, and that was only after a shitload (pun intended) of CARS stickers, stamps, candies and, yes, cars. The kid knew how to work the bribery.

Peanut, on the other hand, could care less about bribery. Which makes me want all the more to give her all the candy I have.

Which is none, because I already gave it to Bjorn so he would clean his room.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Make new friends, but keep the old......

Once upon a time, there was a girl who moved across the country with her new husband. She knew only two people in her new city, and in the course of the next year met a handful more.

She became pregnant, and although she tried to make mommy friends, it just didn't seem to be happening. The time to have the babe got closer, and the girl knew only one person in town who had a kid. It looked like mothering was going to be a little bit lonely. One day at work, a co-worker mentioned that she had a friend, who was also pregnant, and who was also living on that side of town.

After her baby was born, out of desperation, the girl messaged her, this pregnant girl who lived nearby. Just to see if she wanted to get together for coffee. Just to find another woman who knew what it was like to have a new baby, who was in the neighborhood, and really, just to see what would happen.

And that's how best friends met.

But I'm not just talking about the Mommy's.

They moved away today. My best friend. Bjorn's. Peanut's. The Hubs. It isn't often that everyone in a family gets along well with everyone in the other family. It's a blessing, and you don't find friends like that everyday. They will only be a 2 hour plane ride away, but that is a far cry from the 10 minute car drive they were before today.

Distance does funny things to people sometimes. Makes the heart grow fonder in some, while others tend to let the distance be a reason to let friendship slide. I firmly believe that best friends don't stop being best friends just because they move away from each other. Friends are forever, young and old.

We will miss you, best friends. But this isn't good-bye. It's see you later.

"Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold. A circle is round, it has no end. That's how long I will be your friend. A fire burns bright, it warms the heart. We've been friends, from the very start. You have one hand, I have the other. Put them together, We have each other. Silver is precious, Gold is too. I am precious, and so are you. You help me, and I'll help you and together we will see it through. Across the land, Across the sea, Friends forever, We will always be." - Make New Friends song, which I remember singing when I was a Girl Scout.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Check that off the list!

A few years ago, I wrote out a bucket list.

It had everything in it I wanted to do, from the exciting and glamorous, to the mundane and expected.

I quickly crossed off a few: 
Get married. Check
Have children. Double check. 
Become a flight attendant. Check again.

A few remained unchecked. 

Hear a mass by the Pope in Vatican City. Have my own custom bobble head. Stay overnight in an underwater hotel. Be published in Reader's Digest.

All these things mean something special to me. They aren't arbitrary. Attending mass in Vatican City, with the Holy Father presiding, is, I imagine, every Catholic's dream. I'm no different. I imagine it would be cleansing, spiritual, and uplifting.

Every sport has giveaway nights, where fans can get bobble heads of their favorite players. These bobble heads then sit on desks and tables everywhere, entertaining people with their constant "yes yes yes yes yes yes yes". Someday, I'd like to be that entertaining. And only the best players on the team get their own toy, so becoming a bobble head? It would mean I'm one of the best.

I'm deathly scared of being underwater. Many times I have tried scuba diving with my diving certified husband. Many times I have freaked out, panicked and thrown myself to the top of the water, unable to take even a few seconds underwater. Staying in the underwater hotel will give me an idea of what he sees and finds so amazing under the sea - without having to breathe from a ventilator.

And, finally - being published in Reader's Digest. Growing up, we always had a Reader's Digest lying around the house. So did the doctor's office, the dentists'. My neighbors house. It seemed everywhere I went, a Reader's Digest was there. It became to me the epitome of writing. As young as 9 years old, I would send off funny quips to RD, hoping to see my name in print. If someday I was published in Reader's Digest, then I would know, just know, that I was good enough, smart enough, and gosh darn it, people liked me.

The day is now.

It's not the full feature editorial I always pictured I would write. It's not even a half page article. It is a 5 sentence, real-life comedic glimpse into life with a toddler. Much like everything else I have written here. But this time, it was published in Reader's Digest.

And while it may not have been exactly as I always thought it would be, it still happened.

Be published in Reader's Digest. Check.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Could it be true?!

This morning, Peanut woke up with a sort of dry diaper.

I say sort of because it was an overnight diaper and those suckers hold so much, and are so heavy to begin with, I almost couldn't tell if she had used it at all.

I took off her diaper and she immediately began shouting "Pee pee! Mommy, Pee pee!"

Which isn't anything new in our house. It wouldn't be a day in the PB & bananas household without someone yelling about Pee and Poop. But this time she wouldn't stop the shouting.

So I opened the bathroom door and told her to go for it. A few seconds later, I hear her laughing. And the sound of pee splashing on water.

She was peeing in the potty. The big potty, even - not her little baby potty. Just like she had told me she needed.

I started clapping. Daddy starting clapping. Bjorn started clapping.

And Peanut? She alternated between laughing and saying "Oh. My. Gosh. Oh My Gosh, Mommy."

Disclaimer: I don't think she's potty trained and I don't think she's potty training. Bjorn did the same thing when he was about 18 months old, and then completely lost interest for about a year. But if the girl wants to pee on the potty, gosh darn it I'm going to put her there. I've heard girls train faster. I've heard second kids train faster. Whatev. I just think its fun to try WITHOUT candy or toys this time around!