Labor Day...

A couple of days ago my sweet baby girl turned three.  THREE!?!?  When the hell did that happen?  She's not a toddler anymore, she's a preschooler!  Dammit, I didn't think of that when I named my blog.

Thank God she still thinks she's Mommy's baby.  She still crawls into my lap and asks me to sing the "I Love You Song" (from Barney, sigh), and gives me kisses and jumps all over me.  But somehow without me knowing she's turned from a baby, to a toddler, to this gorgeous/skinny/leggy little thing that is way to smart for her own britches.  And while I miss my little baby, I love the HELL out of my big baby too.

I have a migraine coming....

....so my child is running around the house buckkit ass nekkid, covered in ketchup (from her latest encounter with chicken nuggets), and chasing the kitten.  Earlier today, she got into a drawer and "decorated" herself with a ballpoint pen.  And she is HAPPY.

I'm sitting my butt on the couch watching Maury and eating a turkey sandwich.  And I'm pretty darn happy too (except for the impending doom in my head).  Especially since it's almost naptime.

And I am also happy to report that after a little while running around nekkid and in just underwear, it seems like my kid is fully potty trained.  It's about damn time, she'll be three in a week(ish).  We've been going to the mall in underwear, the grocery store in underwear, visiting friends in underwear.  No major accidents AT ALL.  NO accidents actually.  And she's dry at night and during naps.

So, after all this, please tell me- when is she going to be able to wipe her butt by herself?  Seriously, I thought I'd been delivered from the butt wiping but nooooo.  Oh well.  Lost the battle but won the war, right?

A tale of pools and potties...

So, life around here is pretty much back to normal.  Now that my kid is back home, I'm ready to come back from my blogging vacation!  Depression is the worst writer's block ever.  But don't worry, I'm going to the doc soon to adjust my medication.  No need to thank me, I'm here for ya'll.

Once the weather started to get warm, I came up with the oh so bright idea of not turning the air conditioning on.  I'm saving some serious cash (like, cut my electric bill in half) and now it's 80 inside my house.  But we're halfway through the summer and it's too late to chicken out now!  So we've been spending a ton of time outside, the kid in the pool and mama in her KICKASS reclining lawn chair. 

(Yes, the pool is shaped like a whale.  And it was well worth the 20 bucks.)

(The view from my totally kickass lawn chair.)

I LOVE my new lawn chair.  It was on sale for 30 bucks (down from 75) at Tarjay.  And they're so damn comfortable I feel like buying two more and putting the suckers in my living room.  Screw sitting on a boring old couch, I've got RECLINING LAWN CHAIRS bitches!

In totally unrelated news, hubby and I have decided to postpone fertility treatments (at least for the immediate future).  I did not make that decision willingly.  Yes I'm pissed, and no I don't want to talk about it.  Dammit.

Anyway...

For all my experienced mamas out there, I need your wisdom!  I'm still struggling to potty train a kid who will be THREE in less than three weeks.  SIGH.  The kid is so damn tall she's wearing a 5T, but she still wants to poop in her pants.  And for those of you who are unaware, toddler poop is like elephant poop- in size, smell, and quantity.  Therein lies my desperation.

We went to the store and picked out Big Girl Underwear, in the much coveted Tinkerbell and Dora designs.  And the wearing of the Big Girl Underwear seems to help a great deal.  The kid seems very reluctant to "...mess up my faeries!" and she actually pooped in the potty today.  But there has been much peeing of pants in my household lately.

But I figure that if my biggest worry lately is my kid's poop, I'm doin pretty good right?

MY BABY GIRL IS HOME!!!!!!!!!

And all is calm and beautiful in my universe.