In my never ending potty training process, William is STILL refusing to leave the family room to walk to the bathroom. If by chance I don't make eye contact with him, he paces and winces in discomfort. I have tried things like: IF YOU HAVE TO GO, JUST WALK. I've assured him that only the babies need to stay in the family room: BIG BOYS CAN WALK IN THE KITCHEN. IF YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM, JUST WALK. JUST WALK.
Once there, he can undress himself waist down and get on the potty. He never has accidents. It's just GETTING THERE. Tonight, he exited the family room three times in as many minutes while I was cooking dinner to hand me a tissue that he allegedly used to wipe his nose, even though he doesn't have a cold.
Me (in my head, or to my children): Why can he wander out of the room randomly EXCEPT when he needs to?
A few weeks ago, we were trying to get him to feel more comfortable leaving the family room. He arrived crying and some of my kids were sleeping, so I told him to stay in the mudroom until he was done crying. He settles down in less than a minute usually. He left the mudroom when he stopped crying. He was in the kitchen, where Mini was eating breakfast. We all agreed to make no sudden movements. "Let's see what he does."
He wandered over to where Mini was sitting at the table. He stood there like a statue for a solid 5 minutes or more - STARING at the side of her face.
After a while, Mini raised her hand. I called on her, 'Yes, Mini?':
UM, I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE.
I died. She and I were trying not to deter him from his rare free-to-roam moment, but we were shaking with laughter. It was beyond hilarious. Other than the here's-my-tissue incident and the Mini stare down, he really refuses to leave the family room.In a few weeks, Mini accepts the role as his babysitter (still in my house, but I can take a backseat) for the summer. Let the countdown begin.
I know you remember Mini practice driving while wearing her hair-drying twisty turban during the pandemic. The girl really doesn't care what anyone thinks. Still, she'd prefer not to be stared at by a 2.5 year old for no apparent reason.
Tank graduated Monday night, more on that later. When we walked up to the football field, I looked down at my toenails in my sandals. The days leading up to graduation were light-speed, record-breaking busy. Toenails were not a priority. "I guess I should've re-done my toes," I muttered.
|I snapped a photo of this poster at a school not |
long ago and I've been waiting for a good time
to include it in a post. This sums it up.
Love this message, plus KERMIT is so cute.
Mini just doesn't care to conform. She cares little what anyone thinks, and I think that's awesome. I wish I could go back to my high school self and whisper: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT THEY THINK. In truth, I really did do my own thing and didn't care MUCH about the opinion of others, but there were times when I worried a bit or wondered what people thought of me. Is it possible NOT to think that way in high school? Anyway . . .
The kids got their yearbooks the other day. Mini rolled her eyes about someone on the yearbook staff.
Mini: So, they reached out to me and asked me if I'd give them a quote. They asked me what I typically thought about when I was playing tennis. I said I usually think about what I'm going to eat - like after practice, or I think about what's for dinner or something. So, they texted me back and asked me to change my answer, like maybe I didn't understand the question. I texted back: NOPE. THAT'S MY ANSWER.She then flipped to the tennis pages of the yearbook where her quote appears. She showed me her quote: We asked Mini Shenanigan what she thinks about when she's playing tennis, she said "I THINK ABOUT WHAT I AM GOING TO EAT." Then she instructed me to read the other tennis player quotes - all very relevant to tennis.
We cried laughing. So funny.
I guess I'm the kind of mom who is proud of my quirky kid. I'm good with her being who she is. Apparently, she's hungry.