Is this a First?

This is the question my MIL asked the hubby and I when we got home from our date last night. She is not quite known for her lead-ins and what not, but I just cringed, waiting to hear what my little man had done while we were gone.

"Has he ever pooped on the floor before?"

By the gasp that came out of my chest instead of the words she was expecting, I think she figured out that it had never happened to us before. When the initial shock finally wore off, I got up the nerve to ask how long she had let him run around without a diaper on. She told me that they had just gotten out of the bathtub and she was trying to find a diaper to put on him, (because my hubby used the last one and didn't replenish) when she smelled something. She looked at him, and he had walked over to the corner of his room and in front of him was a little smelly pile. She said that little man was almost afraid of what he had done, and couldn't believe what had happened. He didn't quite know how to act. She now says she wished she would have gotten her camera, but she was so worried about getting a diaper on him so that it didn't happen again that she didn't think about it. She said that his face was priceless.

This is one "first" that I'm not upset about missing. Oh well. Next online stop: Target for a potty chair. That way he has somewhere to squat instead of in the corner. :)


Updated:
Just hours after original posting, a NEW first was accomplished. Our first attempt at getting a piece of apple stuck up his nose. Luckily, it was right in front of me, and I could easily knock it out before he tried to suck it up higher in his nose. Crisis averted... for now. I doubt this is the last time he tries this one.

Funny for Now

I know that as Little Man grows up, things he used to do that were funny will not be so funny later. But, while I can, I will laugh at them now, and remind him of his goofiness later, if only to have something to hold over him when he has a girlfriend...

For instance:
- when he learned what the word "lick" meant, he licked all of our faces until we finally told him it wasn't funny anymore...

- when he has a dirty diaper, he will calmly walk up to you and tell you what he did, and then immediately run away and hide when you tell him to go to his room so we can change him.

- when he first learned that shooting a basketball could have so many more tricks to it, like spinning around before you shoot, or jumping up high and then shooting, or even more entertaining is when you combine the spin with a jump! He just couldn't stop laughing, and neither could we. But, I bet that when the clock is ticking down and we are one point down, it won't be so funny to be doing showboat tricks under the basket.

- he was sitting on my bed the other morning watching Blue's Clues while I got ready for work. I got dressed in the bathroom, and came out to get the shirt I wanted to wear over a little camisole I had on. I guess that the tan camisole blended in with my skin color, because my child did a double take from the TV and then started laughing, pointed at me and said, "Nekkid!" I tried to show him that it was a shirt, and all he would do was laugh at me and say,"Nekkid!" I gave up. I guess I can't wear that color around him anymore.

Fault gone Good

My whole life, I've been told that I talk too much. And when I do, I tell people too much personal information when they didn't need to know. But today, that one little fault may have paid off.
While I was getting my nails done, I was listening to these three ladies talk (very loudly) about their workout regimens and how they were interested in buying a treadmill, but they just didn't want to spend too much on one. Well, I just happened to have a treadmill at home that never gets any use, and I knew that my husband and I wanted to sell it. So, I spoke up, and asked if she wanted it to be a new one or if it mattered if it was used. She said she didn't care, and I am sending her pictures of it right now so that she can decide whether it's worth fifty bucks or not. I'm hoping she says yes, and then we can work on selling the rest of the things that have accumulated either in the house or in the shed outside.
Anyone need a corner computer desk?


Update (Monday): No word back yet from prospective buyer. Wonder if I should call and make sure she got the pictures. Or maybe this is just her nice way of saying, "No Thanks."

Close Call

I got a call today from my husband at school. This doesn't sound like anything interesting, I know. Except that he NEVER calls me at work, and he was supposed to be out at a SWAT day and unreachable himself.
You know how Texas needs rain, and how people are stupid and ignore STATE-WIDE burn bans? Well, about a mile and a half away from our house, a stupid old woman decided to burn her trash, and didn't keep it under control. Jonathan happened to hear about it from a fellow SWAT member and hitched a ride home, calling me to tell me that I wasn't to come home until he called me to tell me either where to go instead or when it was safe to come back. Then he said he was on his way home to pack some things. WHAT?!? Do you really think that he would get all the things that I would think of when given ten minutes to grab and go? And more importantly, what would I have put in the car given ten minutes to grab and go?

Luckily, I was in the middle of class and couldn't think about it. By the time I did have time to think about it, he had called and said that all was well, they had stopped the spread of the fire, and the stupid woman had been ticketed for her ignorance. Thank God. Crisis averted. But now I'm thinking. What should I have made sure we got out of the house?

Dating Again

No, not me! Who do you think I am?

Really, it's the brother-in-law. And it's really hitting me harder than I thought! About three years ago, BIL brought home a girl. She was GREAT! They hit it off, we hit it off, she fit in perfectly! She was at my baby showers, she was at our house after we brought the baby home, and she always brought him something every time she came! She was the perfect shoe-in for little man's aunt, on the hubby's side. They moved in together, she hinted around about getting married and having babies, and I was trying to get ready to share my "favorite daughter-in-law" crown. And then the unthinkable happened. They broke up, like in May or something. But, I just ignored that fact, because she still sent birthday cards, we still sent Christmas cards, and I refused to take down pictures of the two, like a little kid hoping that the divorced parents will somehow end up together again. I guess it's not going to happen, though.

This weekend, we got to meet BIL's NEW girl. We'll call her Mo. I was very nervous about meeting her, and I was also uncomfortable with the fact that he was bringing her here to stay at our house. When Girl #1 came, I had known her for a while, and I was okay with hanging out at my house in my pajamas in front of a person that I am comfortable with. This girl, Mo, I knew nothing about. I knew her age (younger than my sister), I knew her name (a.k.a. CoverGirl, from my FIL), and I knew that even though they hadn't been dating long, she told my BIL that she doesn't believe a man should have to cook or clean. WHAT?!? My husband is the main cook and cleaner of the house. That's because he's home the most. Am I supposed to work all week, and then come home and clean up after him and cook him meals because he's been home all day long and done nothing? (Oh, wait, that sounds like what I do anyway...)

Anyway, worrying aside, she seems nice. We were able to find things to talk about when the boys decided that they needed to get something out of the truck outside... since it took two of them and more than thirty minutes. She helped me clean my kitchen after Jonathan grilled us some steaks for dinner Saturday night. All in all, I would say that she's pretty nice.

But, I found myself comparing her to Girl #1, and almost calling her the wrong name once or twice. I hope I didn't do it and not notice, because then I would just feel bad. The hardest part though, is that now I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I want Mo to feel welcome and feel like we're friendly, but then again, I don't want to really get to know her that well, or really get attached, because what happens when/if THEY break up!?! How many times do I have to go through this? I don't really like this! I have been married for five years, and stopped dating when I met my hubby! How come I have to do this again? Can't I just meet her at the wedding from now on, and then I don't have to worry about whether or not I will like her anymore, because by then I'll have no choice.