GAH!

Oh man.

I just looked at my calendar.

I have to go to the dentist tomorrow to have a filling redone.  It's a filling I got when I was like 8 or something...back when they still did silver fillings which I don't think they even do anymore.  Or at least it isn't the standard or whatever.  Oh sweet sassy molassey they are gonna drill the old one out and put a new one in.  THEY ARE GOING TO DRILL IN MY TOOTH.  Power tools and teeth do not go together.

And he is most likely going to try to talk me into getting wisdom teeth yanked out of my head.  Yeah...pretty sure unless you tell me I am going to die unless I get them pulled Mr. Dentist Man, those bad boys are stayin' right where they are.

Whatever.  It's all gross.

Future's so bright

We have two pairs of sunglasses for Alex.  Admittedly, one pair is a squink too big for his face, but it is totally usable.  But he will only wear them for .4 seconds.  Just enough time to smile at us and get us to gush about how cool he looks.  And then he yanks them off his face.

The problem with this is that he has very light blue eyes.  And the lighter the color your eyes, the more sensitive to sunlight they are.  So he is constantly squinting and saying it's too bright, while his eyes are watering and sending tears streaming down his little cheeks.  Yet he refuses to give in to the glorious retinal shade producing magic of sunglasses.

So every sunny morning, on the way to day care, this is his solution:

Favorite Alex-ism #478

When he wants to get out of his car seat, "Mama?  Can you buckle me out?"

This morning as he was climbing out of the car, "Thank you for buckling me out Mom."  You got it kiddo.

Chapter 2

As in number two.  A.K.A.:  poop.

We had a successful poop-free bath on Sunday, so I was really shooting for 2 for 2 last night.  No dice.  Everything was going smoothly until the farting started.  Which he giggles and asks "you hear that?" with every single one.  A couple sets of butt bubbles in and I asked him if he needed to poop.  Nope.  No way.  I explained that he could get out, sit on the toilet, and then get back in the tub...but if he pooped in the tub, he had to get out.  Still nothing.  And then the tell tale face appeared.  So I very quickly said he should sit on the toilet, plucked him out of the tub and plopped him down with a towel wrapped around his shoulders.  He sat there a hot minute and supposedly tried to go, but then told me he couldn't.  So I put him back in the tub and all was right with the world for a while.

I turned away for three seconds to grab the fingernail clipper from the cabinet.  I turn back around to see him half standing/half squatting and then I see it.  In the three seconds I was not watching, he let go of a Labrador sized turd and four little satellite turds.  Fantastic.

There are a couple things I don't get.  First, I do not understand how something that big can come out of something that small.  Second, I really do not understand how something that big comes out of something that small so freaking fast!

Also this whole pooping in the tub thing.  I don't get that either.

Insane

I caught it.  It took 6&1/2 weeks, but I caught the running bug.  I woke up this morning and was immediately looking forward to my run tonight.  My 6 mile run.  I think I have finally earned my padded room reservation.

Winning

We went to the zoo yesterday.  But due to not taking our plans in our own hands, we didn't go until about 4:15.  Yeah, the zoo closes at 5 on Sundays.  And they put all the animals inside for the night around 4.  So...we got to see camels.  And the sad ostrich that I am pretty sure has dementia from being captive.

On the bright side, Alex bounced back super fast from the disappointment of not getting to see the giraffes and he was willing to take a picture this time.

Squawk

If you ever need to figure out what your personal catch phrases are, have a toddler and let the parroting begin.  Friday night Alex didn't want to wear pajamas to bed.  What harm could that cause right?  Well, when your child kicks the four blankets required for bed time off of himself in his sleep and then doesn't quite wake up enough to make sense of why he's cold so he just lays there sleep/crying until you get up, it causes a lot of harm.  A lot of sleep deprived Mom harm.  Finally the sixth time this happened, I just took him to the couch with me to sleep.  At which point he instructed me not to breath on him...so he got to sleep with my feet next to his face.  Ha!

Anyway, one of the times he was awake enough to whine and wake me up, I went to his room to find him laying there uncovered and cold and he looks at me all sleepy eyed and says with just the right amount of attitude and impatience, "Dude...come ON."

I think I need to change up my vernacular around this kid.