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Week 16 - Aloooohhhhhhaaaaaa
Jackie
By the time this journal is posted we'll be in Hawaii. I seriously can't wait. I didn't realize how much I needed a vacation until yesterday when I had a record tough toddler day. It was just one of those where everything made him whine and cry. I just couldn't do anything right and every little thing would set him off.
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We're still in the process of potty training and he actually wanted to wear big boy underwear. But he instantly got them wet. If he's naked he'll go straight to the potty, move his stool in front of it and not only pee, but flush the toilet and then wash his hands. But if he has any clothes on at all he just goes. Somehow I need to get him to do the same when he has clothes on. He was sobbing because he wanted his spiderman underwear back on (even though mommy explained they were wet and needed to be washed that didn't matter, he didn't care, he wanted them back on NOW!). I actually did have another pair of spiderman underwear, but that didn't matter either, he wanted the other pair.
Then my car died so I couldn't run any of the errands I needed to do. Then we had his friend Samantha over with her Mom to play and have dinner. The two of them were unusually rowdy and fighting over toys. They generally share pretty well, but it's as if they were both in rare form and feeding off each other.
Finally, to top it all off, just after dinner while I'm cleaning up at the sink I hear Jackson who happens to be wearing only a t-shirt yell out with a crying voice, "mommy I poo poo'd on myself." I go around the corner to find where his voice is coming from and I discover he's in the dining room. One of two rooms that actually have area rugs in them and it just so happens it's the rug we paid quite a bundle for. There's poop all down his legs, on the bottom of his foot and in five different patches across the rug.
When I told my husband the story he said it was a bit too detailed so I apologize if anyone has a weak stomach. But I need you to feel my pain. His poop is rarely solid so these spots were the kind that already looked plastered to the carpet in a way that I knew trying to get it out was only going to cause it to get rubbed in further. I ran him to the bathroom holding him at arms length and started the water, cleaning him with antibacterial soap. I forgot to mention that he was freaked out beyond belief. He was crying and shaking. So I don't know if this is going to help in the long run to prevent him from having an accident again or if it's going to make him develop 'retention' problems if you know what I mean. I kept my cool and didn't panic or get upset with him. But I have to tell you while I was cleaning up that carpet I felt like crying. I guess that's what we get for having an expensive carpet with a toddler in the house.
Today though it looks pretty good. I don't think anyone would be able to tell it had happened. All in all I must say I felt like I had been put through the ringer. That's why I say, this is a very welcomed vacation. I really honestly don't know how women do it who have a lot of kids. I'm wondering how I'm going to handle two.
Speaking of how women do all they do. Oh my goodness. Since we're leaving for Hawaii and I've been increasingly having problems with razor burn I decided to try my first bikini wax. I have several friends who swear by them and I figured what the heck, it'll be nice to not have to worry about it while we're on vacation. I honestly think it was right up there with the pain of childbirth and I have a high tolerance for pain. I just don't know how women do this on a monthly basis. The lady that did it was Russian and was lecturing me the whole time about how bad it looks to shave and how "beautiful she can make it next time, but the first time it never looks perfect." I'm sorry, but I honestly don't care. It was so not worth the pain to me. Man oh man. I was sweating and had tears in my eyes. I'm told the first time is the worst, but wow. I don't know that I could put myself through that again to see if it didn't hurt more the second time around. Ok, I'm done talking about this, it's hurting just remembering it.
Moving on to a pregnancy topic, I got the number today for the ultrasound doctor to make my appointment where we'll get to find out the sex. It's just four weeks away. I can hardly believe it! I have a feeling the second half of this pregnancy is going to move more quickly.
This week I've been inspired to work on the scrapbook that I never really did for Jackson. I had about three pages done and three more half way done. So I finally finished them and put together a couple of new ones. I did one where there's a picture of him from each of his first 12 months. In many ways I've realized this is the most therapeutic and fun thing I could be doing right now. Not only is it reminding me of all the good things about a new baby, but in sharing the pictures of him as a baby it's helping him understand more about the baby in mommy's tummy. He has absolutely loved looking at the layouts and holding the little ID bracelet that was around his ankle in the hospital. He tries to put it on his foot, but it only goes around two toes. He even said to me, "This time a new baby will come home from the hospital." I know they say they don't get it, but in some ways it does seem like he is understanding.
I actually brought Jackson to my ob appointment today and he did beautifully. I was surprised at how well he did not only in that office, but sitting in the lab where I had to have my blood drawn for an hour and a half. It was definitely a full day. Anyway, he said to me that he wants a baby sister. We'll see.
Everyone seems to think it's a girl. But since I was a little girl I've been told I'll have three rambunctious boys to keep me on my toes because I've always been such a 'girly' girl. Part of me can see that happening, but who knows. Only God knows...and soon we will too. I won't be able to write for the next two weeks, so I'll have to catch up when I get back.
Until next time,
Jackie 