I contemplated for a good half hour whether or not I was going to write about this subject. It's one of those things where I'm almost too superstitious I don't want to mess things up, but then I realized how lame I was and got over it (kind of....maybe....crap, here I go again). Anyway, Sophie is doing really well with her potty training. There, I said it. I almost feel like the idiot teammate who talks too soon about the pitcher who has a no-hitter going; therefore, jinxing the whole thing (we all know who these people are, and quite possibly may have been guilty of this at some point early in our soft/baseball careers when we didn't know any better). I feel like if I even make a peep that she is doing well, tomorrow means she will go through 10 pairs of underpants.
Considering my goal was to make sure she was potty trained by summer, I think we are working at a good pace. I know there will be moments when she will regress and even go through a slump, but I'm bound and determined to make sure I have only one child in diapers....soon, oh please, soon!!!
On another note, Tim and I are going to an Open House for preschool tomorrow. I'm already nervous about it. Don't know why, I just know how crazy parents are here and I'm not ready to play this "My daughter can do this and my son can do this and your daughter hasn't learned this yet? Or, my kids are involved in this, that, this, and that." WHAT? We all know how competitive I am; let's hope Tim can keep me calm. Here I am stressing about the competitiveness in preschool, imagine me when Sophie starts playing in organized sports....I just might make the news.
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