I wish I was referring to awesome new running shoes that I used to… you know… RUN.
Nope, I’m referring to the fact that DAMN it’s hard to balance stuff in life.
So, I’m really sucking it up at eating healthy lately. I get so discouraged!!!!! It’s not easy to eat all this fresh/natural/good-for-you food if you also happen to have a) a job b) a kid c) a pessimistic attitude???
I do good for a week, but find that that is about as long as I can go. By Friday, I’m literally out of the good food, I’ve not cleaned the house, washed clothes, or fed Jonah anything other than hotdogs. If I use all my time up making things I like, then I find I can’t spend the same time making him things he likes (a hard boiled egg with celery sticks don’t count as a meal to Jonah). So by Friday, it’s time for takeout, that usually can be eaten the next day, then I do something on the weekend, eat out, or something, and I’m all screwed up again until Tuesday.
The house of cards comes crashing down and I’m back to gnawing on butter sticks after Jonah goes to be. (no, not really).
I’ve still been exercising my three day a week goal, however, so I suppose I’ll just have to take things one step at a time and be patient.
In Other Freaking Awesome News:
Jonah pooped on the potty. Or, “I poop – ED” as he likes to say it. He’s been doing GREAT peeing in the potty, and I’ve learned a few really cool things about him. Like his mother, the more you push, the more pissed off he gets. After two days of me setting a timer to remind him to potty (I thought it would be better than me nagging at him), he started acting really anxious. I stopped all pushing of that issue, and he told me when he needed to potty. It took a few times, but the more I backed off, the more he took the reins. I’d been telling him (this may be TMI, but whatever) that he would soon poop in the potty. “No way” he said, and laughed. He pooped his pants once, and after showing him that if he pooped IN the potty he could then pee all over his poop, he was STOKED! (Little boys: I SOOOO get your logic!)
The next day, I was showering and he was standing outside the shower curtain whining at me for being in the shower. He finally wandered away, but he kept coming back into the bathroom. I thought he was just coming in to glare at me. He didn’t have any underwear or pants on, another thing he was mad at me for.
Then, he made the “AHA!” sound he makes when he finds something he has lost, he pointed at the potty and he said “POOP IN THERE!”
Needless to say, I jumped right out of the shower to share in his excitement, and seriously, he was SO PROUD of himself! We called daddy to tell him, and as I was dialing, I asked Jonah what daddy was going to say. “That’s awesome” said Jonah. Jonah told daddy that “I poop-ED in potty” and Dusty’s response was “Jonah, that’s awesome!” Jonah gave me the biggest grin, I seriously cried. Yeah, he was proud of himself for pooping, but he was also so proud for knowing the exact phrase his dad would say. It was seriously great.
I haven’t pushed him at all since then. He’ll do it, stupid mommy. And then he will grin the size of the ocean.