I woke up this morning to my mother staring down at me. I remember waking up like that when I was a kid and being freaked out by it - it's an even freakier experience as an adult.
So she invites me out to breakfast - I didn't really want to go, Hell, I didn't really want to get up, but by now Terra was up, so up was what I was getting. I figured I may as well eat. Before my eyes were both open, before I'd had coffee, I had myself and a 2 yr old out the door.
I have rediscovered gravy biscuits, and know them to be one of the most amazing wonders of the world. Terra disagrees, but then, she only likes cheese this month: American, cut in quarters - preferably corner to corner, but only because I like the way she says "tie-ngles" (no a in the word lol) when I give them to her. She also tells me there are 3 (close enough damn it, she's only TWO!) and that they're "lello." She's a genius. Now if I could just get her to pick up her own toys!
I've been struggling with potty training for months now - she'd have a few hours of success, then give in for the day, or, sometimes no success at all. I decided it wasn't worth the stress for either of us, but got a little sneaky, as mothers have to do. I left her potty out in plain view at all times, and bought her pretty new panties and told her big girls wear them. Then proceeded to ask her if she was going to pee in the potty like a big girl.
If she said no, fine, into the diaper she went. Lately, all she wants is panties, and if she's in a diaper and has to pee, she just whips it off and gets on the potty, and then asks for panties :)
Don't get me wrong, we haven't had a whole day without a diaper or an accident, but hey, we're on our way!
I just realized that I'm blogging about bodily functions, ugh! Guess it had to happen eventually!
(just spell checked this entry, and did you know that the blogger spell checker counts "blogging" as a spelling mistake!?)
Gravy biscuits! YUM!
ReplyDeleteYou're making me homesick woman!
Know what else I miss? Redeye gravy. Yep, yep, yep.
YUMMY!
Ahhh! I never quite aquired the taste for red eye gravy, but damn some country ham sounds like a freakin winner right now! And silly ass me ate hash browns, but I'd pay good money for grits right now... mmmm grits!
ReplyDeleteI like sausage and gravy biscuits, Erin. But never have tried chitlins. The Chitlin Strut isn't that far from me and I may just go one year. Have you heard of it?
ReplyDeleteWhat a patient mother you must be to deal with potty training and all.
-Millard
Millard~
ReplyDeleteChitlins will never pass these lips and I will die a happy woman if I never have to smell them again either! Ick!
Potty training is, well, an exercise in patience, indeed. But she's easier than my oldest, who took nearly 2 years to complete the process :|
Erin - Your first-hand account of daily life is NEVER boring ~ You have a real gift there!
ReplyDeletePatty Ann's right.
ReplyDeleteI hear every restaraunt below the Mason-Dixon Line serves grits with everything. Up north in the midwest, we called it "cream of wheat," or "farina," for which, quite honestly, I never acquired a taste. Now, that hicken-fried steak, fugedabowdit! :-) ~ML
ohhhhh no no Mike, grits are a totally different animal than cream of wheat! Grits are made of ground corn, and they're much coarser than Cream of Wheat that comes from, yup, wheat.
ReplyDeleteI love them both, but with Cream of wheat you add sugar and milk and grits you add butter salt and pepper.
The real question is:
What's the difference between livermush and scrapple?
lmao as your blog can attest! Hiya Madman - thanks for stopping by!
ReplyDelete"I'm blogging about bodily functions, ugh!"
ReplyDeleteLook out, you'll be ghosting for Stephen King soon!
lmao! good point, interesting thought...
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