The weather was perfect last week, but tomorrow is chillier day. It's only one day though--and I saw in the weather there is a day marked for 87f next week. What, early July? Bring it on.
Our week this week (spring break for most public school kids) is light and free and open, with Becky's piano canceled and no nature group. I have plans to scrub my cabinets. Being 40 is wild. (Okay I'm 39 but you get it...)
I was thinking (and laughing) the other day about how I threw out a pair of finger nail clippers that were not made right because middle age doesn't have time for that. I will buy a pair that work correctly and I won't give those that don't another thought. How dare they make such an inferior product.
Last night I had an alpha gal reaction. I don't know what I ate... After two weeks of not having any symptoms (because I'm mammal product and dairy free) I wonder what it was. I did try three or four new things last week and I bet it was one of those...I went out to eat at Cava. I used their vegan only menu but any dairy could have easily been cross contaminated. It wouldn't be Cava's fault--I choose to eat from a restaurant that serves dairy so...anyway, I also tried these waffle fries from Alexia and I'm thinking it might have been those? They say vegan friendly on them which the Alpha Gal Kitchen Facebook page says some people have had reactions too... I won't be having the fries again because they made my blood sugar way too high, but they were delicious. I also tried a new kind of peanut butter.
I have been so careful with what I have been eating that to have a reaction--and it was a strong one--was not fun.
Oh, it could also have been myself cross contaminating myself, because I still serve my kids dairy. I have regulated all beef cooking and beef consumption of products to the weekend (because I believe beef and mammal products are healthy for my kids/husband) but cheese, milk, yogurt is still the norm around here for snacks for my kids on the daily. I am super careful though...
My bet is on the Cava, which is a bummer. I love Cava.
I need to figure out how to heal myself. But that is for another day--with homeschool in full swing here and all the things I'm juggling, I haven't been able to make appointments or do any googling to see if a cure does exist.
It's five weeks until summer break! I'm so excited.
The only other thing going on around here is aggressive potty training. Esther is in underwear during the day! She's doing so great with it.
I hate potty training. It is not my favorite toddler activity. Little toddlers can't take off their own clothes, wipe themselves or navigate a lot of toilet use...perhaps I make it harder on myself by not having the right kind of equipment for the bathroom--which is something I will look into on Amazon forthwith, but regardless--this isn't my first potty training experience (hopefully it's my last) and I still don't like it.
It has nothing to do with the child. Esther is bright, wonderful, engaging and she's taken to the potty with the gumption and zeal. She wants to be big like her big brother and sister and she wants to use the potty. Most of the time. When she isn't playing. Or distracted.
She has had a few accidents but it hasn't been bad. I mean, she's two. What did I expect?
I just don't like the interim phase. She can use the potty, when she wants too, but I'm also cleaning up a lot of pee (even though we have potty training underwear) and she had two showers already today... you get the jive.
But yesterday she made it in the potty every time. My expectations for today were high.
My expectations were wrong. I need lower expectations.
If I was to write a memoir at this point it my life it wouldn't be Great Expectations, it'd be...Minimal Expectations, and as a subtitle: buy lots of bananas. Toddlers love bananas. I love bananas. We need more bananas.
In short, potty training is a lot of extra work for mamma. Remembering to potty her before we leave the house, and then taking her to the bathroom every 45 minutes to 1 hour after. Singing songs about the potty. Stickers to celebrate making it in the potty. And a lot of talking about going potty.
I'm not complaining, I'm just being realistic. I don't like potty training, and it will be 3-5 days or uh, 3-5 months, and maybe she'll get it.
If you've ever potty trained anyone, you understand.
Should I just go back to diapers? No, I hate changing them and she has to get it someday and diapers are astronomically expensive. Also, she's ready. She really is. And has anyone else seen the price of diapers lately? It's like $40 a box. Insane. I should have cloth diapered.
But this isn't supposed to be a list about what I should have done in my children's past. Mostly because it would be extensive and honestly would serve no purpose. Mother's aren't perfect, but we do try.
Oh, and this is Esther's last month to be two. It's so sad! It's so wonderful! Oh, my heart. She is growing up so fast. She will turn 3 on May 1 and we want to get her a water table for her birthday. She wants a very hungry caterpillar birthday party and I think we may do just that.
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