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February 25, 2003
Ah, another week in the life of Nicole.
Mr. Incredible ~
Yes it happened. After absolutely no pushing or guidance from his parents, Maxwell is fully potty trained. I have no idea how it happened. One day I was changing diapers and the next day I wasn’t. Now when I say no guidance I really mean none. Zero, zip nada. He tells us he has to make a pit stop and we take him. I swear if I could bottle that kid I would have a major moneymaker on my hands!
We have a book called “The Potty Book for Boys”. In the book Henry learns how to use the potty and then gets to go with his Mom to the store to buy big boy underwear. So guess what Maxwell wanted to do? Fine and dandy. Off to the store we went. I was picturing these cute little “tighty whities” or even some miniature boxers. But my son had other ideas. He wanted Spiderman underwear. No problem, after all Spiderman was a major blockbuster. Well apparently 6 months ago Spiderman underwear were the hot ticket, but now times have changed. I searched high and low. Store after store. No damn Spiderman underwear ANYWHERE! How is this possible? What the heck happened to milking the public with multi million dollar merchandising ploys? So Maxwell learned one of his first major lessons in life. Having to settle. Who would have thought that at 2 this would already be a life lesson? So my sweet little Mr. Incredible is sporting some brand new Bob the Builder underwear, and I must say…that little behind looks mighty cute in them! There is only one problem. The little pocket in the front. (Which I have officially dubbed as Daddy’s responsibility to explain) Maxwell has this new thing with pockets. He wants me to put a little candy in each of his pockets when we leave just like Grandma does. (Way to go Mom!) So how do you explain to a 2 year old that the pocket in the front of his underwear really wasn’t put there to hold candy? I feel another lesson lurking near by…
Ragu vs. Preggo ~
I must say I am voting for Ragu these days. This pregnancy has been a tough one and I am only nearing week 19. My biggest complaint to date is my extremely sore back. Some days Mike has to push me out of bed it is so sore. I went for a pregnancy massage on Friday. The masseuse managed to make every other part of my body feel wonderful, but the back pain remains. I think if I was able to take her fancy, dancy pregnancy table home with me I would be ok. Laying on my stomach for that hour felt incredible. If I decide to continue with the massages it will be mainly because I enjoyed that part so much.
My other complaint is my lack of sleep. With Maxwell and Clayton I slept wonderfully. But this time between my sore back and these wild, vivid dreams I am having I am up all night. Last night I dreamt that Mike had an affair…I have been up since 3:00am. They just seem so real.
My ultrasound date is March 13th. I am so thrilled to have this milestone behind us. I have been thinking about it everyday for the past 18 weeks. As much as I promised myself that I wouldn’t rush through this pregnancy I have. Hopefully once we get the positive news that we are hoping for I will be able to enjoy it a little more.
Neighborhood Spies ~
Now I probably shouldn’t share this with the world, but here goes…
If Mike and I were asked a couple of months after Max was born what our favorite part of parenting was, I don’t think either of us would have admitted our true answer. One night, a couple of weeks after we brought Maxwell home from the hospital, I put our little bundle in his cradle and turned on the baby monitor. Mike and I nuzzled into bed to get some much-needed rest when all of a sudden it happened. We were tuning into a phone conversation of our neighbors across the hall. Should we have turned the monitor off? Probably. Did we? Heck no! For the next month or so Mike and I couldn’t wait to get into bed at night and tune into another addition of The Neighbors Who Are On The Verge Of Divorce. We would laugh hysterically at some of the things they said to each other. Then one day when I was doing laundry my neighbor walked in. I couldn’t look her in the eye. I barely mumbled hello before I shot down the hall like a flash! Oh the good old days. I wonder how “jerk off” and “slut from hell” are doing these days?
I have how much longer? ~
I can’t WAIT to be finished working. I figured out that if I leave EXACTLY 12 weeks before my due date I can be finished the second week in May. When I had Maxwell I missed the year long maternity benefits by 3 months. This time I am taking full advantage of those babies! I am looking forward to making breakfast for Maxwell. Swimming lessons. Walks at the park. TAKING NAPS! Oh! How much longer?
Sad ~
I am very sad to see that Lara is leaving the site, although I think I understand. Mike and I don’t have a computer at home. I just can’t comprehend working on the darn thing all day and then hoping on again when I get home. So my personal computer time is limited to lunch breaks and down time at work. Therefore I don’t spend an abundance of time preparing entries. I think it. I type it. I post it. Half an hour tops. But I can envision myself with a home computer. iParenting and etonline 24-7!
I hope that you all have a wonderful week!
Love Nicole and the VERY low bump due 07/29/03
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