Choo Choo Soul is on TV right now. I'll always believe in my heart that Genevieve was my son's first crush. Besides maybe Miss Lori at First Irving, who captivated Jackson with her beautiful, long hair. He appreciates good hair. It comforts me when I think that he will one day choose a wife with good hair genes and ensure that generations of future Jones women will be follicularly blessed.
Okay, so we are starting over (again) with potty training this week. Isn't that just fabulous? While we waited for Jackson to get Number Two down, he lost Number One. He just has too much to do to be bothered to sit there. So we are back in potty training bootcamp. Thank God my husband is home all week. The worst part for me is the nekkedness. I can only take so much. We have been telling Jackson for weeks that if he will poop on the potty we'll take him to Chuck E. Cheese. He gets so excited but it produces no fruit whatsoever. It's so tragic. When a Chuck E. Cheese commercial comes on TV he even says "I poo poo on the potty and go to Chuck E. Cheese!" Bless his heart. We are just dying to take him. I pray every day that today will be the day. Maybe we'll think of another reason why he can go.
The past two days have been much better discipline-wise. Saturday was just a very, very off day. We figured out that Jackson's time outs needed to increase by several minutes and I think that is going to be helpful.
In other random news, our dog is obsessed with me. Help me, Lord. He follows me around and stares at me like I'm about to give him the meaning of life. Maybe I'll invite him close and whisper "meaty bones" in his ear. Besides the fact that he stinks to high heaven (thank you pregnant nostrils) and I don't want him anywhere near me, I have been especially annoyed with him lately. He's totally two-faced. When we're looking, he seems to be the perfect, well-behaved dog. But when we go to bed or leave the house, he climbs up on the couch and leaves pieces of dried grass and loads of long, white hair on the red cushions. What is more, he's been helping himself to whatever treats he can find on the counter. He got some pizza a couple nights ago. You'd think I would learn, but it's so not like him that I can't bring myself to believe he's really going to do it. And yet he does. Again and again. We're on to you, Beckham Jones! Come to think of it, he started this behavior when I began buying him diet food. Hmmmm.
Today we're just hanging out around the house. Curt is putting up phase two of our Christmas lights. I'm not sure how many phases are in this year's plan. (We won't actually light them until after Thanksgiving.) We'll wait a little longer on our tree since we'd like it to still be alive by December 25. Our first married Christmas, we had a vaulted ceiling in our apartment that we wanted to take advantage of. We got this enormous, rather expensive, gorgeous tree that took up half of our living room. It was so pretty. I wish I could remember what kind it was. By the time Christmas came, we would sit in our living room at night and hear the tinkle tinkle tinkle of the pine needles falling down. (I don't know if it was the type of tree or if we forgot to water it or what?) When we started taking down the ornaments, literally half the needles fell to the floor. Then when we began to move the tree outside, the rest of the needles fell off. The thing was completely, utterly, totally bare. It was a sight to see. Then I made the huge mistake of attempting to vacuum up many of those pine needles and I ruined my brand new vacuum. Newlyweds, please look to me and learn from my mistake. Especially, Lord help you, if someone blessed you with a purple Dyson.
In the time it took to write this post, Choo Choo Soul turned into something else, which turned into the Dooblebops. I cannot even stand to have that on my TV for one minute. The male characters annoy me to no end. Pregnant Girl must rise up from her blogging and change the channel.
Whether you are working, administering time outs and chicken nuggets, shopping, lunching, schooling, or traveling today, I hope you have a good one.