Just Heather

Heard from my 3-year-old behind me as I bent to pickup something the girls left on the floor:

Mommy, your butt is sticking out… “I like big butts and I cannot lie. You other butts can’t deny.”

Maybe I should rethink the nightly candy bar with my bubble bath.

Summer is a rough time around here. My kids are very into their routines and thrive on structure. When things change, it typically takes a couple weeks to iron out the rough patches and get into a new routine. So when school ends, it takes about half the summer to get settled and then we spend the rest of the summer preparing for school. Summer seems to drag on with no rhyme or reason, days blend into days, and I’m left with restless kids running in and out of my house all day long.

My solution this year was to schedule the summer a bit. It gives it more structure & routine and reminds me to actually get out there and do stuff with the girls instead of just hanging around the house counting down the days until school begins again. On Tuesdays, we head to Regal Cinemas for the free family film festival. On Thursdays we hit a local park—we are so blessed to live in an area with 2 great park systems.

On Wednesdays or Fridays we go to the library, depending on which day has the most exciting activity schedule. Last week was Jungle John and his Care of Magical Creatures. The girls saw a dragon, an owl, and a the big hit of the day—a tarantula. Our library sponsors great specials all summer, plus the girls have each earned the first prize level in the summer reading program already.

The idea seems to be helping. They are having fun summer experiences even though we have no vacation plans. Plus, I am keeping them busy enough to warrant an afternoon nap most days—which, as we all know, results in quiet time for Mommy. Now if only I could use that time to get caught up enough on my scrapbooks to records our summer fun activities.

I’ve been away awhile. I spent a week in my hometown and now I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. It’s been interesting trying to readjust to life with 3 kids at home. Lorelai is getting ready to take off. You can just see in her eyes she’s starting to figure out that she can move. Any day now I won’t be able to keep up with her. For now, she’s still somewhat content to lay around and look up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

Those gorgeous eyes that are noticed by everyone. Last week, in my hometown, we went to the Red Skelton festival. At lunch, a very nice man stopped me and told me I had a beautiful baby with gorgeous eyes. A little while later, at the same restaurant, his buddy smiled and waved to me. I’m thinking he knows my dad or something. It happens a lot.

On the way out, I pointed them out to Mom and asked who they were. She told me and said they were in town for the gala tonight. The name didn’t ring a bell. I’m still thinking maybe they know Dad or they’re some local talent. Fast forward to Sunday night back at home.

Hubby is watching a documentary on the most horribly vile, terribly unfunny joke I’d never heard of. I glance up at one point to see these nice men I chatted with. “Oh, my gosh, are those the Smothers Brothers?” Of course they were, and I had absolutely no idea.

The title of this post could easily refer to my own potty problems. I typically have a kid or two tagging along to the toilet or shower. I get to use toilet paper from the pile on the floor since the spinning is so! much! fun! However, this is all about my 3 year old and her most recent shenanigans. We seem to be having a regression problem where the potty training is concerned. I would be much more upset about it if the things that come out of her mouth weren’t so blessed funny.

“I like pooping! I don’t like smelling poop, though.”

“Mommy! My panties are peeing on the floor!”

“The pee all falled out of my butt.” (More specifically, her “front butt.”)

“Oh, Grandmama, I peed on that rug.”

My favorite, though, was watching her run the 50 yards from my mother’s pool to the house, holding her bottom all the way, only to discover she couldn’t open the door with wet hands. Summer activities are just too much fun to give up for something as mundane as peeing in the potty.