The Dignity of Going Diaperless
AB’s potty trained officially, which apparently means she’s instantly catapulted herself into the stage of wanting to hang out by the bathroom, like a teenager.
We were out to dinner when she kept saying she wanted to go to the potty and I quickly learned it was because that’s where the 10 year-old boys were hanging out. I am honestly sort of lying when I say they were 10. I think they might have been 12.
Anyway, she insists on hanging out by the potty, without actually having to go. Then one time when we came out of the potty, she sees all the boys waiting there and, I kid you not, goes, “Hiiiiiii boyzzzzzzz!” and walks back to our table.
She’s 2.5.
I repeat, she’s 2.5.
Get that girl out of a diaper and she’s suddenly an adult. It’s really wild. I guess a little dignity goes a long way.
She also now does this thing where she cuddles both her tiny fists under her chin and tilts her head to the side and bats her eyelashes as she asks for something. “More spicy???” (Peppermint bark).
Everyone tells me how confident and independent she is but I’m kinda like worried about it. She also keeps asking me if she can drive. She backseat drives too, demanding I drive faster. Help.
I’m really just aghast.
We’re Going to Costa Rica
It’s all AB can talk about.
She dances around singing out all the names of her family members she’s going to see there too. “Goldie!!!!!!!! Wally!!!!! Sunny!!!!!! Poppy!!!! Panda!!!!!! Gools!!!!! (Jules) Uncle Dave!!!!!
She has already asked me if she can wear this dress with pots on it (spots) on the plane and keeps bringing up that it will, indeed, be what she’s wearing on the plane. AB also asked me to pack all her “baby soups” — bathing suits — and insists she sleeps on the beach when she’s there.
I haven’t even told her yet about the monkeys.
The Mental Burners
I made this diagram tracing a hockey puck six times to represent of all the burners I have going with my work and projects I’m shuffling. I can’t believe how much time I spent on it and writing about it here, just to press delete.
If you only knew how much time I spent on this newsletter…
Anyway, I have a shit load of projects going on. Just like the rest of you. Just gotta stay focused on that delicate dance of productivity and mental check-ins. I hope you do too.
Random Thoughts and Little Victories
I’m extremely offended by Spearmint Love advertising Easter onesies to me. Capitalism is exhausting.
Suddenly understanding the connection of how soothing and educational repetition can be for children when watching TV programs over and over as I sit and rewatch Real Housewives of Potomac while doing emails.
Still not drinking or participating in other medicinal reliefs.
Took AB on a date just the two of us for Taco Tuesday. I kept wanting to hang out with people and then realized (after no one wanted to) that going out just us gals is a simple pleasure I want to always makes time for.
My Monday vibe is extremely strong: some work, then yoga, Al-Anon, meditation, some meetings, therapy, more work, then singing and salsa dancing to Encanto with AB while making dinner. Come hang out with me. We can sip on hot water and lemon and ginger and hold space for each other.
As of this week, every day AB tells me, “I love you, Mommy Cow.” I didn’t really know what to make of it so I just started telling her, “I love you, Baby Cow.” Then she hugs me.
Can this last forever, please?
“gotta stay focused on that delicate dance of productivity and mental check-ins“ bahhh. Thanks for the good reminder.
Also, #5 sounds so freaking lovely. I want in 💃 do emojis show up here? That’s the dancing lady :)