And if it means saying inappropriate things at awkward moments, then so be it.

Yesterday, I started this entry. Before I got through the first paragraph, I heard about what was happening at the Boston Marathon.  By not writing about the travesty and senselessness doesn't mean that I am not constantly thinking about it.  I am thinking about the unbearable sites and sounds that occurred.  I am still thinking about those that were panicked and hurt.  Boston is still very much on my mind.  But I am trying to get back to some normalcy.  And if it means saying inappropriate things at awkward moments, then so be it.

I think we made some progress toward Potty Gate 2013. Recently, when I asked Rachel if she pooped and needed to be changed, she actually said yes.  This may not seem like much but up to this point, Rachel would shift her eyes left to right and then giggle and specifically say no when I asked if she had pooped.  While she is blatantly lying, there is a noxious cloud of stink hovering over her and her butt has a distinct pointedness and/or lumpiness.

Last week when I was picking Rachel up from her Toddler 2 class, I overheard a mom of a child in Toddler 1.  The mom was explaining to the teacher that her daughter is starting to be very curious about using the potty.  Are you kidding me?  Why isn't Rachel curious about the potty?  She understands sitting but that's it...since it's not a very comfy seat, she is off in a flash.

There is another little boy in Rachel's class that absolutely has the same lack of interest.  I do feel better that she is absolutely not the last one.  But while Rachel is in the final two, I feel like it's a race.  I have one positive and one negative in the situation.  Rachel is younger BUT she is a girl so I have that going for the situation.  Let's go with female maturity and less equipment!

But something has got to give.  I am pulling desperate shit.  The other night Laurel just wants some privacy in the bathroom.  Nope, I wanted Rachel to watch--holy crap, just writing that makes me sound like a sicko.

This weekend, I am going to try a second time of the no diapers and dog piddle pads all over.  Of course I will be toyed with...

JCW:  "Rachel did you pee the potty today?"

RJW:  "Yup!"

JCW:  "Where is your celebratory pee on the potty sticker?  Do you have one?"

RJW:  "Nope."

JCW:  "That would be lying Rachel...but two can play this game.  I can lie too."

Later...

RJW:  "Where is Baby Bear?"

JCW:  "He's gone.  He ran away."

RJW:  "Huh?"  (She has the CCW "huh" gene.)

JCW:   "Nope--he is right here."

Okay, that look she just gave me probably means I went too far.  I may have to sleep with the light on tonight.

One of my first supporters of my blog is in a Boston Hospital tonight recovering from injuries she suffered on Monday.  She shared my blog on Facebook and would take the time to tell me how funny the writing was.  Her favorite entries are about Laurel and "that Paul".  Michelle--be good to yourself and let others take care of you and make them bring you donuts!