The Potty Blues

The time has come to see if we can make this potty thing happen for real. I cannot break the bank on diapers forever. LL used this plan to potty train her kid in TWO DAYS. I kid you not.
We started on Saturday. Here's a synopsis.

Day 1- Child pees in the toilet twice. Refuses to pee in the toilet seven times. Wets the bed during nap time. Pees on the couch. No poop.
Day 2- Child pees in the toilet four times. Refuses to pee in the toilet six times. Wets the bed during nap time. Pees in the stroller once. Poops herself. Nugget of poo rolls out of her pant leg onto the kitchen floor. Eats dirt (irrelevant). Learns that "an accident" is not a happy surprise we celebrate. Cries.
Day 3- Child pees herself twice within the breakfast hour. Again seems to think that an "accident" is a happy surprise. She will not be convinced otherwise. Pees in the toilet after I read her eight Elmo books. Fatigue sets in. I drop her off at LL's house.

Sorry guys, due to aforementioned perverts, there will be no more pictures of Ceci on her potty.

*UPDATE! Child pees herself twice in two hours at LL's house. Is now asleep in a diaper. I am open to suggestions! Is this child not ready?

On The Stroll

Salud friends. I'm sorry that I've been a bit slack on blogging. I have writers block coupled with a blog identity crisis. I'm working on it. If you know what this blog is about, will you tell me? Originally I thought it would be about food, vintage shopping, and my slow transformation into Martha Stewart but as it turns out, it's just about me, my baby, and my stupid feelings. Hook me up if you have any suggestions as to how I can keep this blog interesting.
Anyway, the day has come that I no longer feel comfortable with Ceci in the Bjorn. She's just too heavy, so today I took her out in the stroller. This was a huge leap for me, because when we got the stroller I secretly thought to myself that I would never use it. Why not, you say? Well friends, it's because Mommies and their strollers drive me batshit crazy everywhere I go. Mommies parking their stroller across the aisles at the grocery store, clogging up the lanes at the farmers market, and marching three strollers wide on the trail I like to run. The Mommies in this town have poor stroller etiquette. They drive their strollers like Hummers.
Regardless, I broke down and took the critter out in her stroller and man oh man, it was luxurious. I don't think I will ever pick up the Bjorn again. The sun on my face, the cool breeze, the baby chattering, it was a revelation. I loved it.
Here's some pictures from our stroll.

I had to hold Ceci and drag the stroller down the steps. Not graceful.

Jealous of our flamingos? I thought these would be stolen when we got them. Apparently our neighbors aren't the thieving type.

Look! A sunny day in Bellingham!*

We strolled to the Temple Bar to meet Chef Husband. We had some wine and celebrated the five year anniversary of our first date.  Thanks for asking me out Matthew! I never would have gotten the balls to ask YOU out, and where would we be now? I'd be on the stroll in a bad way, and he'd be married to some other gal, but dreaming about Ceci and I every night. Seriously, it scares me to think how easily we could have been two ships passing in the night. Do you ever think "what if"?

It was beautiful to live 

when you lived!

The world is bluer and of the earth

at night, when I sleep

enormous, within your small hands.

Pablo Neruda

*We take what we can get.

** Also, please send a happy thought to my friend Megan, who is six days overdue and needs to push out a baby. Go Megan go!