Commando Report

Because I know you care, I thought I'd let you know that so far, so good with the whole Geej wearing underwear to bed instead of a pull-up. No accidents yet. Of course now that I've gone on the record about this seeming success, she'll probably pee 5 gallons worth tonight.

I can't believe she's so damn grown up. The only "baby thing" left is her pacifier, which she only has when she sleeps at night.

Scenes from the weekend.

Whew!

This weekend was a doozie!

Yesterday, we had attended La Turista's Olive's Princess-themed birthday party at the Children's Museum at 1pm. Yay cake!!Then we went to a fund-raiser/Halloween carnival/Biscuit Brothers show at 3:30. The Geej only got about a 35 minute nap, so by the end of the day, she was running on fumes. But it was fun nonetheless.

Today was spent playing around the house, doing laundry, running errands, doing more laundry, picking up after Hurricaine Geej, and then doing this:

I've written before about how I'm blissfully at the end of a long hand-me-down clothes chain for little girl's stuff. (That's what you get for waiting to have kiddos until AFTER all your girlfriends are done.) So what I do when I receive these bags of bounty is go through them and put them in storage bins out in the garage until their time has come (seasonally and size-wise). So today I decided to pull out the 2T/fall/winter stuff just for grins (wishful thinking right? It was about 135 degrees here today with the humidity...grrr...). So my living room quickly became covered in Geej clothes as I pulled everything out and got it organized and ready to be transferred into her closet and dresser if it ever actually gets cool enough to wear any of it. Man, was there come cute stuff in there!! Little coats and sweaters, Christmas dresses, pajamas, shoes and boots. We are really blessed.

Also tonight...drum roll...THE GEEJ WENT TEE TEE IN THE POTTY!! I know this is the most mundane, boring factoid ever for those of you who've never gone through the joy of potty training a toddler, but seriously: It's a big fucking deal. She's been using the potty sporadically at her new school, but never ever at home. Sure, she'll sit on it and dink around till the cows come home, but there's never been any results. Until tonight. I literally got tears in my eyes when it happened. I'm praying that we'll be potty trained by Christmas so that Santa can bring her a year's supply of big girl panties. Not having to buy diapers/pull ups will be like getting a damn raise.

Okay, tomorrow's the first day back at the office. I'm hoping I don't fall asleep at my desk come 2:30. Adjusting to a life without afternoon naps is going to be a challenge.

Helooooooooo Cleveland.

I'm not sure why I titled my post that, but I did, so deal.

This week has been so wildly busy, I don't even know what to think. Trips to the doctor. The Geej's new school. My first official full week as Team Leader. Meeting after meeting after meeting. Trying to work between meetings. Not accomplishing nearly as much as I need to.

Today I had no fewer than four people at work tell me I looked really tired. That's always comforting to hear...

And now, outta nowhere--Some Funny Photos!

I walked into The Geej's room the other night as we were preparing to get her butt in the bathtub, and this is what awaited me:

It's her favorite babydoll, Sally, stripped down and sitting on a little potty, right in the middle of the room. I think The Geej may be trying to tell me something...

And then tonight, while doing our pre-night night wind-down routine of watching about 10 minutes of the damn Teletubbies, this happened:

When I asked her what she was doing, she said--no shit--"Chillin." (She's heard me use that as in, "Let's just chill." But I wasn't prepared to hear it thrown back at me yet.)

Tomorrow I head to Colorado for a much-needed weekend with Mr. Wonderful. This time, we're hanging in his tiny town in the NE corner of the state. I'd tell you where it is, but you wouldn't be able to find it on a map. It's literally one square mile. The whole place, that is. I'm looking forward to seeing with my own eyes this Mayberry-esque place he's describe to me and sent photos of. Plus I'll get to hang with his boys again and get to know them better, which I'm excited about. I'm praying for cooler weather up there than what we've been having. And since the past couple of weeks have felt vaguely like the surface of the Sun here in Austin, I'm willing to bet it will be nicer up there, even if they're just as drought-ridden.

With my travels manana, I doubt you'll hear from me again until I return on Sunday evening. Be good, weiner schnitzels.