Two things to be proud of:
1. This tower.
2. Little Liebchen wore undies today! And only had two accidents. I wanted to do the naked potty training thing with her (she’s been telling us when she has to go, so I’d decided to give it a shot). But of course she didn’t want to be bottomless because then she wasn’t wearing an outfit. So she got to wear undies and pants. And she did great and is very pleased with herself. She wants to tell everyone about them and have very, very long conversations in which we list who else uses the potty. Rocky, Landlord, Huxtables, Gigi, Papa, Grandma, Grandpa, Nini, Dr. G., ‘Burban Bestie, Mo, and others, your names were invoked in these conversations.
Ok, remember how I was all la-la-la I love having my kids home and snow days are great and here are all the things we’re doing at the Husband Hausfrau preschool?
Yeah, I’m kind of over it. We have ANOTHER snow day tomorrow. Now remember, we had one last Monday, one the Monday before that and one that Tuesday. Plus, Das Big Boy was home sick on Thursday and Friday of last week. That’s a whole lotta stuck at home time. And Herr Husband left tonight and ostensibly won’t be back until Friday (he’s technically here from 11 pm Wednesday until 5 am Thursday, but I think we can all agree that doesn’t count.)
So things may get a smidge crazy up in here. I’m thinking board games, sand play, water play, mouse paint, and giant collages are on the agenda. Or maybe just mild maternal day drinking. We’ll see.
Hipster Hausfrau: After nap, you can have a lollipop or a cupcake. But what do you need to do to get a treat?
Little Liebchen: Take my clothes off.
[She thinks this because I make her remove any nice clothes before eating something messy like a cupcake, but still. Clearly having a problem with the messaging. The correct answer was actually “sleep.” And don’t judge me for treat bribing.]
Also, in case you are wondering, Das Big Boy has informed me that he is actually a rhinoceros who drives a snowplow, so if you thought he was a four-year-old boy, guess again.
All of the neighboring towns have a snowday tomorrow, but as of now we have a two hour delay which means business as usual for the afternoon preschool set. I’m NOT excited. I love a snow day. The pajamas, the junk food, the coziness, the activities. And Herr Husband has to leave for NYC for three days at like 5 am, so any shoveling after that is all on me. (#failedfeminist.) Yes, I miss my husband for himself, too. But the chores side effect is also less than awesome.