Soybeans, Too

Back Home Again in Indiana

Oh, Hey

I once read in a blog that when a blogger disappears for awhile, it’s because she’s pregnant. Luckily I’m not a real blogger so I’m not pregnant (although I did just take a bunch of baby stuff to Goodwill so that should have me good and knocked up within the week) so much as unable to put a coherent thought together because there’s too much going on. It’s not necessarily good or bad stuff; it’s just stuff taking up all the space in my brain making me hella scattered in every aspect of my life. So in an attempt to free up some brain space, I present to you everyone’s favorite lazy post – a brain dump.

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The highlight of our lives right now is inching to the finish line of the potty training odyssey. I’m specifically choosing the word odyssey over journey because Boogser is 3 ½ years old, and we’ve been potty training for 12 of those years so journey doesn’t even begin to cover it. Journey implies a few trials and tribulations along a miles long trek, but this has been the preschool equivalent of a very long, very terrible poem. We started this voyage on New Year’s Day when he randomly asked to go potty in the toilet and I naively thought this would be a walk in the park. Now here we are in October, having just mastered pooping in the potty last week and with pull ups still very much a part of our nightly life. But this is by far superior to the endless diaper/pull up changes and cleaning up man sized poops barely contained by said diaper/pull up that was our life so I’ll take it.

In other news, Boogser’s eardrum basically exploded without us knowing so we are definitely nailing this whole parenting thing. I also spent the related trip to urgent care getting my hair done so without a doubt, I have Mom of the Year on lock. In my defense, I was 99% sure it was an ear infection (and I wasn’t wrong; the infection was just the week before and it was now a perforated eardrum), and when I said I was going to reschedule my hair appointment that was in an hour, Jesse told me to keep it and he’d take Boogs to the doctor. Don’t you worry – I put my time in by killing an hour at Kroger waiting for the prescription that was supposed to be ready when I got there.

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Said prescription was thisclose to being the death of me. You know how every kid loves amoxicillin because it tastes like bubblegum? I have the one kid in the universe who thinks bubblegum “tastes like yuck.” He flat out refused to take a couple doses (we’d force it in his mouth and he’d spit it out) so I called the pediatrician to see if there was something else we could do – an enema honestly would have been preferable at this point – and they suggested mixing it with something. The oh so wise ZPL listeners suggested mixing it with flavored yogurt which worked like a damn charm. Hopefully it’ll keep working until the 10 days are up. If not, I’ll just have daycare do all 3 daily doses since he takes it like a champ there because kids are the worst.

We’ve had some non-traumatic things happening, too, like when Jesse and I ditched Boogs with my parents and took the train into Chicago for the day where we walked 6 miles and ate pate, caviar, and pig’s ear like the fancy people we are not (cannot recommend The Purple Pig enough). Boogs and I also got a sneak peek at the Children’s Museum’s haunted house one night, he learned Old Town Road from some of his friends at school, and Jesse left a library book on top of his car all day in the pouring rain so like I said, there’s been a lot going on over here.

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