There are a lot of projects going on around here, including but not limited to gestating an almost-37-week fetus and potty training a two-year old. Not a combination I would heartily recommend, though we're all going to make it. We attempted the "one day" potty training method only to learn that wasn't really going to fly with my little man. It did, however, afford us an entire day devoted to each other with no distractions. No answering the phone, no toys for part of the day, nothing. It wore us out. And we learned that the take-him-every-so-often-in-hopes-of-staying-dry is more our speed. Today was better; only two accidents and both of them early in the day. We actually ventured out of the house for over an hour and all was well. Which is what prompted me to actually write something on this little neglected blog.
You see, Wyatt received some of those gel window clings for Valentine's Day and he loves them. Unfortunately, the X's and O's were prone to tearing (what with all the stretching they were subjected to) and a lot of the little hearts didn't make it, either. So I decided we'd go to our local dollar store and get some more gelly bits of entertainment. We found a sheet of 22 St. Patrick's Day clovers and two green leprechauns then moved toward the checkout with our treasure. On the way, Wyatt noticed "they sell balloons here." To which I replied, "yes, but we are only getting your sticky things (his label for them, not mine) so no balloons today." I thought we'd finished the conversation.
As we approached the saleslady, however, Wyatt looked right past me and said, "ma'am, I'd like a balloon please." And at that point the clerk and I cracked up. I almost caved for the sheer ingenuity of it, but we remain balloonless for the time being. Don't feel too sorry for him - I'm sure we'll go to Trader Joe's in the next couple of days (since I know both where their bathrooms are and that they're clean) and he'll get his prize then.