Flying Barrel Of Monkeys

Ten on Tuesday

It’s MonkeyBoy’s week to take snacks again at preschool. You know what that means, more overachieving for me!

My parents are afraid the other mothers aren’t going to like me.

I started a new job today. It’s in a different unit within my same department and it’s in addition to my current job. So far I really like it. It could develop into something permanent when my current job ends and they are letting me work from home with only occasional office time. It was way too good to pass up, but I will lose some of my goofing off time. Probably not a bad thing though – I’m happier when I have more to do.

They must have been studying the first Thanksgiving in preschool today. MonkeyBoy came home with braids.

I think MonkeyBoy may have a splinter from his peeping at the neighbor girls last week. He’s too wiggly to look at it closely though.

I dislike potty training. A lot. He’s been getting up between 3:30 and 5:00 in the morning and wanting to go to the potty because we promised him Bob the Builder trucks if he goes #2 in the potty. He will sit and sit and sit. We spent the evening of my birthday at the local bookstore picking out potty books to read. Nothing like celebrating another year of adulthood by reading potty stories aloud in public to ensure that you’ll be okay with reading them over and over and over again at home. So far, I still like our choices: Even FireFighters go to the Potty and The Potty Train. Yes, he knows them by heart now and gets upset if I skip a page.

I like the handwashing after going potty. How cute is this?

It’s even cuter when he does it bare-butted, but I don’t feel like embarrassing him by capturing that on film.

We’ve been watching the latest TMBG DVD and we love it that MonkeyBoy now knows the names of all the planets. He also goes around yelling out “Science is REAL!”.

Sharing is still a difficult concept in our house. Last month a friend came over to pick up a cake and brought her one-year-old. MonkeyBoy ran to great them at the door with “Hi, friend. Don’t touch my toys!” He also hasn’t been sleeping through the night anymore and often wakes up screaming. One night he was yelling “No, no, [friend at school's name], don’t touch my trains!”.

We bought a train set today to go around our Christmas tree, and we also bought a small tree for MonkeyBoy to decorate. I told him that we wouldn’t be able to play with them until Thanksgiving, which is still over a week away. When we got home and he realized I was serious that we couldn’t open the new things today, he started crying hysterically, “Oh, no! It’s not Thanksgiving. After weekend! Not Thanksgiving yet!” I was pretty impressed with his understanding of time and weeks. It’s going to be a long 9 days until he can open those boxes, I fear.