Zander the Great

Can I tell you all how much I love my son? My son who is two years and three months old and is such a big boy? My son who is a year ahead of the potty training curve and doing a fantastic job? That would be Zander the Great.

Potty Training 101 enters its second week today and is going marvelously. Apparently I’m not as “observant” as his saintly babysitter, who can always catch him when he’s starting to poop and run him to the toilet. His favorite line these days is, “Kathy says no poop in a undies!” We’ve had some accidents on that front, but that’s it. He’s woken up every day from his nap with a dry diaper/pull up, and three mornings in a row as well.

For those of you who aren’t parents, and wonder why in the world someone would blog about pooping in the potty (cause believe me – I used to wonder the same thing), you just have to trust me that while you’re going through it, it’s an all consuming part of life, that brings a strange sense of pride to us parents. Sorry if you still don’t get it!

Pardon the kiddie porn, but I couldn't resist!

Adventures in Potty Training

So we’ve been talking about starting to potty train Zander for a couple of months now. I’ve heard the rumors that if you don’t do it while they’re interested, it can turn into even more of an uphill battle than it is naturally. Zander has had a “potty hobby” for quite some time, so we decided it was finally time to kick it up a notch and turn it into a full time job.

His babysitter is a saint, and encouraged me to start (with lots of her help). I guess when you’ve trained kids for 20 years, you’ve got it figured out, right? Too bad I’m not quite as confident.

When I told Zander he finally got to wear his football underwear (cause we bought them two months ago), he was ecstatic. I got them on him, and nothing else, when he wiggled out of my arms, stood up tall, stretched his arms out and said, “TA DA!” Then jumped and danced around his room half naked until I could catch him. Seriously – the most adorable thing EVER is his little GAP boxer briefs (cause you know he had to be just like his daddy).

I made him go potty like 3 times before we left the house, and [very nervously] sent him off into big boy land with a bag full of 5-6 changes of clothes. You can imagine my shock when I showed up to pick him up at 5:00 and he was STILL IN THE SAME CLOTHES!! Dry all day. Can you believe it??

Let’s hope day number two went as well….

Updates to follow.

Seriously - have you ever seen anything cuter?

Saturday night Zander and I were lucky enough to be invited to Tammy’s house for a full fledged Slumber Party. Zander was the lone “man” allowed through the doors, and he was asleep by 8:30! Though he and Sophia had a blast in their matching jammies, the real fun began after they were tucked in bed.

There were five women there (two attorneys, two secretaries and the owner/instructor of a “pole fitness” studio (supposedly it's an amazing work out)). Add several bottles of champagne and one clever bartender to the mix and it made for the most fun night I’ve had in a very long time. Even though we were served a proper dinner, there was no shortage of donuts, cookies, popcorn, pretzels, pizza rolls, ice cream, etc. to keep us going until 2:00 am.

As much fun as men/husbands/boyfriends are, it reminded me how invaluable girl time is. It’s been WAY too long since I’ve had a sleepover, and I’m committed to making it at least a semi-regular thing.

Thanks so much Tammy and hooray for slumber parties!!!

Go Utes - Part 2

No Zander this time, and no cute pictures either. But can you believe that game??? I was terribly nervous about the cold weather (as well as the outcome of the game), but it ended up being a great night for some football. The temperature might have been cold, but it was dry as a bone and the wind was completely still. Packing 45,666 people into the stadium also helped. Oh, and the "3rd Down Jump" is good for keeping your blood flowing...

I was debating with an old co-worker about the perceived "embarrassment" of rushing the field in a game you "should have won." He's convinced that unless you pull off a stunning upset (meaning the team was ranked higher than you going into the game), then you're supposed to act stoic, like you've been there before, and not at all surprised/excited that you did your job and won the game. I, on the other hand, think that any game that is decided by an amazing two minute offense, has nearly 50k people on their feet and your heart beating faster than 20 minutes on the stair climber, is well deserving of a field rush.

Apparently in classier (read: richer) conferences, they know how to properly respond to these clutch endings - and it's NOT by rushing the field.

My final consensus: You can have your money, fancy stadiums, subdued crowds and CLASS….I’ll stick my field rushing, flask carrying, 3rd down jumping, fun having Utes!