Potty Training

Oh hey there.

It’s been a minute. Sorry about that. Busy summer, both with work and play. You know how it goes- everyone starts to get frantic when warm weather starts to slide away so ALL THE THINGS MUST BE DONE RIGHT NOW BEFORE IT GETS ANY COLDER. OMG RIGHT NOW, COME ON, LET’S GO.

I can’t even imagine what we’re going to be like when we have an actual school year to dictate our schedules. 

After summer ended, we started potty training our almost-three-year-old. And after cleaning poop out of so many pairs of underwear, you lose motivation to do much of anything else. 

Well, I did start a new blanket for the house because my dog has had her way with one of the throw blankets in my favorite color. It’s nice to be able to replace it with my own. Even nicer that I found a really great sale on the yarn.

It was a very stressful situation. My husband and I chose that extreme methodology- sticking him straight into real underwear and going through the fondly nicknamed “three days of hell” where no one leaves the house and pee gets everywhere.

After the first day and a whole container of Clorox wipes, I was ready to throw in the towel. My child is too stubborn, I decided, and he’ll figure it out on his own before high school, surely, so why do I have to suffer through this? 

My husband was the one that kept us going. Along with the promise of getting our carpets shampooed once it was all said and done. 

Like I said, I started the new blanket, but oh my goodness I forgot how long blankets that aren’t for babies take to make.

And honestly, we’re good now. Four weeks in and he’s pretty much got it under control. It’s even pretty cute to see him get excited about moving up from his little training potty to a real toilet, and the sound a number 2 makes when it hits the water. 

Sure, there’s an occasional accident here and there, and yes, he’s absolutely terrified of public bathrooms (although that’s not anything new), but we’re surviving. 

Probably a third of the way done now? Woof.

Also, if anyone can tell me how we fix this addiction to mini donuts and chocolate chips we’ve created from the potty training bribes, please contact me immediately. 

Mostly because I’m mad my kid is eating all the chocolate in the house. 

I’m very hungry.

-Amy

It’s Hard Out There for a Toddler

On a typical day, my husband has already picked up Henry from daycare well before I get home. So when I walk in the door, the dog comes running and I can hear a “mama!!!” from somewhere inside the house. I get about 20 seconds to lose the work bag and winter coat before Henry rams into me at full speed for a big hug.

He’s a good hugger. Not a cuddler. But his hugs are pretty top notch. 

Henry is not at all impressed with his mother’s talents. Nor does he care I was working hard to get this done for a new best friend he hasn’t met yet.

However, the other night was a little different. The same exclamation of “mama!” happened and I walked around the corner to see him climbing the stairs to get to me. He got to the top. Stood up. Looked at me. And started to cry. And then proceeded to slowly cry walk toward me until he just collapsed into my arms. 
It’s amazing how much that can hurt one’s heart.
My husband said he had been having fun literally until that exact moment. This has happened a few times, in various ways, so I tried not to overthink it. And I had obviously googled it in the past. #helicoptermom
From what various discussion boards and mommy sites, it seems kids sometimes do the same things adults do. After working hard to keep himself together all day, following rules and being surrounded by other kids, coming home and being exhausted and within an hour of bedtime… we were all finally there and Henry felt like it was as safe time to just let loose. 

Done! I’ve become obsessed with less traditional colors being used for baby blankets.

I feel ya, bro. 
I really do. I wish I could say it gets easier. But that seems like a lie. Because I definitely have those days where I come home upset or exhausted from a deadline that has made me physically sick. Even though I love my job, it’s fair to still require a place where I feel comfortable enough to decompress and not get judged for it. 
It’s also one of the reasons why my husband can tell the difference between my normal resting knit face and my “OMG do not even think of coming near me or looking in my general direction” knit face. He gets me. 
Henry clearly doesn’t knit/crochet due to the lack of required dexterity at this point in his life, but he and I still share a few things that make us feel better after a long day: 
1. a good hug
2. a long bath
3. a good story
4. snacks on snacks on snacks
And when he turns 21, perhaps he can add wine to that list. 

I know I have.
What’s your go-to after a long day? 

-Amy

But it was a great deal!

“This is ridiculous. Why on earth did you buy that much yarn? Don’t you still have a bunch upstairs?”

Well, yes, dear husband, I do. Likely more than you’re aware of at the moment. Most definitely more than you’re aware of at the moment.

So so much yarn stashed in random places…

But here’s what happened…

I wanted to make a tree skirt. In typical Amy style, I way undershot how much  yarn would actually be needed.

Like, I really underestimated. Math is hard.

Luckily, I happened to be off of work and it was Cyber Monday at the time and the online deals for in store pick-up at Michael’s were pretty awesome.

I then braved the nasty weather to Michael’s to pick up said yarn and continue work on my tree skirt. It didn’t take long until, for the second time that day, I realized I was still extremely short on the amount of yarn needed.

Back online I went to order more yarn, but the weather continued to get worse and I had somehow managed to buy out every last skein of yarn in that color the store had in stock. So I had to have it delivered to the house from whatever magical place Michael’s keeps their yarn.

It’s not a secret I’m a firm believer in not paying shipping if I don’t have to, and if I hit $49, shipping would be free. However, the real problem that led to this overabundance of yarn was that the sale was so good (yarn was discounted AND 30% off all regular and sale priced items!) that it took 20 skeins to get me over the $50 threshold. And even if I don’t need 20 more skeins at this very moment, it will surely last me a while and so it just makes sense to order them now while they’re on such an incredible sale.

So you see, it’s not really my fault that I now have what would fairly be called a ridiculous amount of yarn on hand. You can’t pass up a good deal or free shipping if the opportunity arises.

Perhaps next I’ll get questioned about my ribbon stash?!?!

But, my dear husband, isn’t the real question less about the amount of yarn I have and more about when we’re going to get a house with more rooms so I can store all of my yarn properly?