She drives me to eat chocolate!

Napping
We are on the brink of a sleep change. Let me just stop and cry for a minute. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Right now I can either:

1. get up at 8 and then let her nap for hour around 3 or 4. And this nap has to be enforced. I have to lay down with her or she'll just screw around till 5pm when it's too late. If she takes the said 1 hour nap, though she'll screw off in bed from 10 -11pm and holler for me and basically drive me crazy.
   
2. have a 9 o'clock wake up time and skip nap altogether. She's a bear most of the evening after 6pm, but she conks out at 9 like a champ.
   

I like neither of these options. I want my toddler who slept 12 hours at night and still took an almost 2 hour nap! Just when you get used to something, they go and change all the rules.

Pooping and the potty training regression ( the big one!)
She suddenly just doesn't want to poop. This is too hard, it hurts, I'll just pass. No matter how many times i tell her that isn't an option, she won't get it. I did tell her if she poops in her pants once more, she's back in pull ups. I despise cleaning terds out of underwear. The last 2 poops have made it in the potty, but she's being very high maintenance about this. She gets the heebie jeebies and you can tell she's doing everything not to crap on herself, but she won't admit she needs to poo. So I take her, talk her off her crazy toddler ledge and then read a book and wait. Sometimes I am rewarded with a poop in the toilet, but not all the time. She was doing MUCH better on this for about a month, but then she had the monster of all terds and now she fears them all. I have explained that if you hold them in, they get larger. I am pushing prune juice and prunes down her. She eats tons of corn, carrots and salad. This is one of those moments when I want to call it a day. I'm done. I don't, of course, but I am sick of trying to explain the pooping process and that it doesn't hurt any less to make mongo terds in your panties than it does on the potty.

Smelliot
This is the the ultimate insult right now. In our house we get into "name calling" feuds no less than 10 times a day. Common names are:

• goober, goobersmack
• gomer pyle
• one-eyed wooly booger
• silly goose, moosy, moose, monkey up a tree

But whoever pulls out the "smelliot" card wins. It's getting overused and will soon be added to the list and a new "trump" name will take its place, but for now, the NAME to remember is smelliot. For anyone not in the know, that is what they call Elliot the deer in Open Season to insult him.

OK...For real..

Ok, all in all she's a really sweet kid with sleeping and pooping issues. More pooping, really, than anything. I'm just tired of smelling her stinky farts and watching her do the "poo-poo" dance, but NO mama I do NOT have to potty. No I won't poop in my panties either, I just WOn't poop at all! But for real, I'd eat chocolate anyway, i LOVE chocolate.

Sunday she did do something good. She finally drove her car that Santa brought her. She's been scared of it up until now. It's also been to cold, so we haven't pushed it. And by "drove" I mean she pushed the gas, while Dan walked around turning the steering wheel. I'm sure it won't take long to catch onto this one, though.

Tomorrow, big day for us. We're going to town. Wal-Mart to be exact. She wanted to go today. She begged me to take her to Wal-Mart so she could eat a samwich at the restraunt and buy some grapes. I was not in the mood. Plus on some level,not too deep, I'm scared of the germs. So tomorrow, I put on my lysol wipes and away we go.

Oh yeah, and for some reason, we're getting a hamster. Anyone else want one?

pics on the other site.... Wonderfully Murry

And that folks is your update for the week. I'd apologize for my (our) life being boring, but I much prefer it that way. Ta ta.

The one with No pictures.

To which you will be grateful. Monday morning. The kid is hollering at me, 9 am. I put my shoes on. (because I have to due to my foot issues) I go in and let her out of her cage...hmm hmm. bed. It's so endearing to me how she stays in her bed and waits for me. I will hurt the person who tells her she can do otherwise. I turn off the nightlight and the fan. I kiss her good morning. I make us each something to drink. Milk for her. Water for me, only because we're out of diet pepsi which i plan to pick up later. I smell dinner going in the crockpot, a big western omelet casserole. Pat myself on the back for planning ahead. Then I get another whiff, and nausea hits. Uh oh. Well I'm not a morning person, and I don't like hearty foods in the morning, so I'm just sure that's it. It passes, and I eat breakfast. Cereal. The kid picks at her whole grain Mickey Mouse clubhouse cereal. No amount of Mickey is selling her on the taste.

I do my morning chores, get myself ready and then her ready to go. We have a lunch date with my Nana. As I'm getting things ready to head out the door, another wiff of dinner and more nausea. Maybe I just don't like the smell of onions in the morning, I tell myself. Except now it's 11:30 am and I'm not believing myself. I have plans this week, and I've hardly been well since Christmas, this just cannot be happening AGAIN. So I pretend that it isn't. I convince myself that I just need a good BM and I'm good for go. ( as Murry would say)

So off we go. I get to Nana's, have that good bm I wished for, and.... I feel worse. Still in denial we head off to lunch at Pei Wei. We walk in and the smell alone almost makes me lose my fiber one flakes. I keep pretending I'm okay. Apparently I think I can pretend this one away. I sit down and eat 2 bites. I am drinking sprite b/c even the thought of my beloved diet pepsi makes me queasy. Still I am pretending I am okay. Not doing a good job, but trying to convince myself. When I cannot eat anymore, it becomes quite obvious that I am SICk. So we head out fast and I wonder why I ever left the house and how fast can I get back. I drop Nana off at her place with instructions to clean her toilet well and she gives me the infected bottle of pepto that I took a dose of. I'm trying to concentrate on making it home with all my food in my body at both ends. I'm singing, I'm focusing on everything else. But my body is punishing me for igonoring it. I'm hot then I'm cold. I get a little light headed. 4 miles down the road I can't take it anymore. I pull over and pretty much fill up a 2 gallon trashcan with watery toast oasties. aka fiber one, sprite, water and 2 bites of Pei Wei chicken. But I feel somewhat better. Good enough to drive home. I think about calling dh to come drive me home, but anyone dumb enough to leave home feeling that bad can surely get herself home. So I use baby wipes to wipe me down. I lysol wipe down the car. I assure darling daughter that I will live and off I go. We make it home where I put on a movie for kiddo and doze on the couch in good pain, but afraid to take advil. After movie I put kid and myself down for naps. She has the gaul to fight me on it. Even feeling like the nast, I will not let her win this one. When Mama says, "nap", you say "how long?" Ok, maybe a little stretch, but you will go in there and be quiet for at least an hour. I've survived till 4 so you can leave me alone till Daddy gets home at which point I am no longer responsible.

Later that night... roll around in the bed in pain for hours on end. Take 3 baths and get 1 hour of sleep after each one.

Tues. Dh goes to get some meds. I take thesewith a piece of toast and am back in bed by 10am and out till 6pm. Thank goodness I can sleep.

Wed. Feeling somewhat better. Tummy is still touchy, but nothing spewing from either end. So far. Praying it's over and I can have my life back.

3 reasons to live in the country

1. Less populated areas put you further away from the crazy people. The world is full of crazy people. Instead of the thinking that if you can't beat them join them, I'm thinking if you can't beat them, stay as far away as possible!

2. You can walk outside in your skivvies and no one gives a crap.

3. Especially, Doe-reen, Doe-ra, and Doe-lilah (a reason all of their own)
I took this right out the back porch window this afternoon. There's something peaceful about seeing nature right out in your own backyard.

Here is one of some wildlife found right in my own living room. Think I can kill two birds with one stone? A vulture and a nightingale. She sets things up in the most creative way sometimes.
We're still dealing with the RsV cough here. I'm praying it goes away soon. I hate to see my baby girl miserable. I'm also going to add a few pics to the other site here in a minute. Hope you are all staying well and out of trouble.