Tales From the Potty

I started our nice Sunday off with plans of cleaning up the house, maybe playing outside and doing some yard work, clean out my flower beds. I also wanted to try and organize our closets, get out the summer clothes, ya know stuff like that. I did not plan on spending my entire afternoon sitting on the bathroom floor trying to get a 2 year old to poop for Christ sake. As a mom, we have our instincts and I knew he just had to poop and today was going to be the day, whether I got nothing done around the house or not. We were going to sit on that potty until something happened, and we all know what the something HAD to be. I read him stories, we sang songs. We played the 'I spy' game, bathroom style and did you know there's only so many things you can spy in a bathroom? I even did a poop dance, that didn't work, it just made him laugh and me feel foolish. I left the room to give him privacy, I came back to toilet paper strung all over the room. Arg! I even chanted...looked him in the eye and said "poop Jordan, poop!" I don't think I've said the word poop more times in one day, I wonder if that's in the Guinness Book of world records. I also wonder if I'm the first mother who prayed to God for poop?

And then it happened. I had given up really, it had been almost 2 hours of trying, and I figured any longer and he may have a permanent ring around his poor little bum and when he got up I noticed it. There it was, I've never been so happy to see 2 little grape size poops sitting there in the bottom of the john. We laughed, we danced. I tried to make the biggest deal out of this. Poopy in the potty, poopy in the potty!

Then it was nap time, and yes we had to try again because in the back of my head, I knew those 2 little rabbit size turds wasn't it. So, there we were again, sitting on the potty. I figured this time would be easier being that he had already done it once and it was so fun right? Well, after wasting another hour and it now being way past nap time, I was done trying. My house work was NOT getting done and I knew the yard work wasn't going to happen either and besides it was raining too. So, we put him to bed. ---2 minutes past, 2 MINUTES....
"Mommy, I POOPED IN MY PANTS!"

I made Darric go in because I was about to lose it. So, to put an end to this shitty story, no pun intended, I didn't get much housework done, I didn't get ANY yard work done. We had somewhat success on the potty which put us in the best of moods, but had those moods turned around when there we were once again wiping away our hopes and dreams...literally!

Day 4 Picture = Perfect Ending to a Perfect Weekend

What a great weekend we had, busy but great. Friday night we headed 2 hours south to stay with Darric's sister. Her and her family will be leaving in a couple of months to be restationed in Italy. We're going to miss them so much, so we had a great visit, including being part of Gary's reinlistment into the Navy. I thought it was weird that they have to literally take you out of the Navy in order to put you back in. Hunh. Beautiful day and got some beautiful pictures. At the end of the day when I was reviewing all the pictures I had taken, I was bummed to find out that not one picture got taken of 'us' as a family. My own fault, but still bummed about it.

Saturday night we headed almost 2 hours west to stay with my dad and his girlfriend Denise. We had a great stay, and Jordan sure loves his Papa Rutter.

Usually after a weekend away, I'm so glad to just sit in the vehicle and not say a word. Even though Jordan does always do a great job at somebody elses home I'm so tired of being constantly on him to "don't touch that Jordan," and "Jordan, what do you need to say?" ect. ect. so it was nice to have a nice quiet ride home.

It's the thought that counts right? Yeah, Not Really!

Has another week already gone by? Wow! Ya know, there really isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about blogging and I usually have it in my plans for the day, but by the time I get home from work at 7:30, eat suppah, clean up from suppah, get Jordan ready for bed (this most times includes a bath), read him a story and tuck him in and do laundry it's usually 10:00 and I'm not sure if my brain works past that time. And actually, right now I've been attempting this post for the last hour while I'm at work, but people keep pestering me about work stuff, how dare them! So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

..Stand by for the newest picture to the picture project at the end of this post.

Until that though, I wanted to tell you of another place where you can read my works and hear about my ever so boring life. I may have mentioned it before, but we here at WLBZ 2 and WCSH 6 have started a new website for Maine Moms, and within that website of mom forums and stories that affect any parent really, there is a blog link where I write at least once a week. My scheduled day to blog is Tuesdays, but I sometimes post on other days as well. So, come on over and check it out.

..Now onto today's picture. Which, I have to be honest wasn't taken today, but I think it goes great with my post as to another reason why I can never get a moment to myself.

And can someone just please help explain to me why is it that my toddler always feels the need to take out every book from his bookshelf and take out every toy from his toy box and throw it on the floor only to not even play with it. And why does this always seem to happen either when it's time to leave the house or when it's time for bed? Why...Why...Why?!?

Remembering Sgt. Nicholas Robertson

Please forgive for skipping a couple days of my picture project. I will continue it very, very soon. I'm going to take today's post to recognize and remember a friend. Sgt. Nicholas Robertson was killed on April 3rd while serving in Afganistan. I was in the band with Nick and we graduated together. I remember Nick real well as being a quiet kid, he was awesome at the drums and I can still see his face as he played. He was a good looking guy that I didn't really know him real well, but now wish I had. Over the past week we've done a couple stories on Nick here at Channel 2. I brought in my yearbook and I even found video of Nick playing his drums. It was kind of hard for me to look at his pictures and have to make preproduction elements out of them. Over the past 7 years that I've worked in TV I've done tons and tons of preproduction pictures of mug shots, dead soldiers, but this one I really had a hard time with. This one hit home. Never had I dreamed I would have to take a picture of someone that I knew, write their name beside it and know that it was going to be broadcasted due to his death. I can't imagine if I ever had to do this with a close family member.
Everyday I've been thinking of Nick and his family. What they must be going through, what any soldier's family must go through. I wonder what Nick was like after high school, what he was like in the army. If he kept close contact with any of his friends and if he had a girlfriend at the time of his death. I didn't get to make it to Nick's wake or funeral, but I know where he is buried and I may just make a visit.
My deepest sympathies go out to Sgt. Nicholas Robertson's family. And my prayers go out to all the soldiers in this war that I now believe more than ever should be over!!

Remembering Nicholas Robertson on WLBZ 2
WLBZ 2 Funeral Coverage
Bangor Daily News Article 1
Bangor Daily News Article 2
Bangor Daily News Funeral Coverage
Obituary

Day 2: My Day with My Boy

Another beautiful spring day here in Maine, we're lovin' it. Another sure sign of spring, less kids being at our playgroup at the Bangor Rec, which can only mean they were at the outdoor park. Today was also our last class of Kindermusik, until september at least. We've had such a great time at Kindermusik, Jordan has learned to have patience and he really is interacting with the other kids great. Tuesday's have become our 'Special' Day. I go into work late on Tuesdays, to coordinate with the different babysitters, this allows me to spend the morning with my boy. We recently started going to the Bangor Rec department. It's an open gym for preschoolers, it's free and open to the public, anyone can go, and did I mention it's free. They have balls, hoolahoops, giant blocks, and even a slide set up for the kids to play with. Jordan really loves it and I notice that on these days he tends to have less tantrums. Now that's it's getting warmer out, we're going to start going to the outside park instead. I charish Tuesdays with My Boy

So, here's day 2 of my photo project. I took this while waiting for Kindermusik to start. It's held at the Maine Discovery Museum. Every week we can not get through the door without playing with their toy train, or stopping to see the baby shark, or the turtle, or the snake, or getting a drink at the water fountain, or counting the pigs on the wall, or...now you see why I have to show up a half hour early.

30 Days of The Way Life Is

So, just for something to do, I'm going to try a little project, I know just what I need something else to keep me busy, we'll see how it goes. My project is called 30 days of The Way My Life Is! I got this idea from a fellow blogger. I figured this was a good way for me to have something to write about everyday. Oh, what is it exactly? Well, I'm going to write everyday with a picture that shows a highlight of my day, or describes the way my day was. Get it? Like I said, we'll see.

So, here goes.

Day 1: A Sure sign that Spring has finally sprung.

Bird Watching. We had some time before we left the house this morning to take a stroll around the yard. Jordan was amazed with all the birds he could hear. It's funny, even though it was Monday, I spilt coffee on my pants, and I had to deal with grumpy people at work I still seemed to be in a great mood. I think it had to do with the weather. I really hope it decides to stay around.

WANTED: Comments!

I know, I know, I thought she said she was going to post more blogs this week, SHEESH! I often think to myself, Oh, I need to post a blog today. Then I find myself wondering what can I bore the people with today? So, the question to you is: What has brought you to my blog today? What keeps you coming back, if you have indeed been here before? I know that recently at work, I'll be carrying on a converstaion with somebody and then realizing I've been rambling on and on. The person's eyes are glossed over and I can feel the spit gathering in the corners of my mouth. I can't help it, I love to share the funny, cute, adorable stories of my 2 year old, but I don't want to bore anyone at the same time. This quesion and concern comes to mind because I've noticed that I'm not getting as many comments as I would like. I'm not begging, I just like to know who's reading my blog, and what you think of my posts. So, just do me this little favor and humor me, even if it is for this one post.