Funky

I've woken up the last few mornings in a funk. Not sure why. I have these horrible center of my forehead headaches that last through the morning until about lunch. I think that's about the time the second caffeinated beverage kicks in. They've been sucking. They're not quite "headed into migraine territory" bad, but they cause me to be grumpy and snappy. Especially when I groan and the question "what's wrong?" is asked over. And over. And over again. Or when I wake up to take a shower, hoping that maybe the steam will help my headache, only to discover even though I let it run for the requisite 3 minutes to warm up that it's freezing cold. Thanks. Then there's the uncooperative child. I can't even imagine having two right now.

To possibly cheer myself up, since I'm skipping playgroup this morning to recover from my nonexistent hangover, I made some Cinnamon Toast Crunch muffins. They're currently in the oven. I hope those turn out. On a naughty note, I licked the spatula. Before anyone comments about me eating raw eggs for breakfast, please take a moment to consider that I buy non-organic, possibly not free range, pasteurized eggs and a lick of the spatula isn't going to kill me or the baby. In fact, she seems to really enjoy her raw eggs because she's now bouncing around again.

Todd and I decided that since Jack is taking so well to our "not" potty training that we may as well drop the "not" and just call it what it is. Jack's interest is more than what I imagined it would be. Considering I quit bribing him to sit on the toilet two days ago (read: "quit" to mean "forgot") and he still sits several times a day and we haven't had pee on the floor since the weekend, I think it means we're in full on training mode. He's off from daycare next week so we're going to go at it pretty hardcore. Unfortunately, I just bought a huge box of diapers at BJs. They'll store, right? Haha. We still haven't gotten him to poop on the potty. That's mostly my fault. After his first pee, I slap a diaper on him and do chores go on Facebook or check my blogs while he continues to finish breakfast. After he finally finishes, we play for a bit and he poops and I missed my opportunity. Next week we'll begin naked training and focus on the timer.

We have two problems with Jack's potty training. One, he doesn't care that he's wet or that he's poopy. He just started letting us know that he's uncomfortable with a hugely wet diaper. Well. Not exactly "uncomfortable" more like he just brings it to our attention. He thinks it's funny when he can shake his diaper back and forth and it hits his thighs. The second problem is his language. At first, we were using different words to describe pee and poop. Now we just use pee and poop. We're trying to focus on the action and connecting the word to the production. He just has to start saying them. For the last couple of days, we've been following his cues when he wants to use the potty. Usually, he brings his little potty to us, grabs his crotch and whines a bit. We ask if he has to pee and he'll say yes or no. If we're upstairs, he goes to the big toilet and will open the lid and bring down his little seat. We use this toilet seat in our upstairs bathroom because there's just not room for his step stool, the scale, AND a toddler potty. When we first introduced Jack to the toilet, he preferred the grown up toilet. Now he doesn't care. He'll use both. Either way, he gets to flush his own deposit! That's more exciting than gummy bears, apparently.

I'm going to go ingest a bit more caffeine and get some food in my stomach so that I can get rid of this headache. I have a ton of errands to run that can't be pushed back an additional day. Like cat food and litter. Both of which we've needed for a couple of days now. The cats become all predatory when the food is low and I'm scared Strider will eat my toes in the night.