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Happy birthday to me.
Mar. 14th, 2011 02:10 pmFunny, it feels like just yesterday I was doing a post on my 30th birthday. I certainly don't feel 33 any more than I felt properly 30.
Tom's away on work business, so he gave me my presents yesterday. The Ninth Doctor on DVD :D. Gunnerkrieg Court Volume One :D. And volume four of Nodame Cantabile :D.
There will be steak and baked potatoes when he gets home; in the meantime, I took Jack to the Commissary and got myself treats. TWO packages of sushi, one of my fave cream cheese/smoked salmon/avocado rolls, one of rice and salmon and rice and tuna slabs. The makings of my favorite chip dip. A box of two slices of key lime pie. (My birthday is Pie Day, and buying/baking an entire pie OR cake when the Zodlings won't eat any is silly.) Best of all, I found that Bahlsen, German makers of the holiday chocolate-covered soft gingerbread I so adore, makes little sponge cakes with orange filling and coated in chocolate. :D I deserve a treat.
Tom and I worked hard this weekend on Mark's potty-training. He's made excellent progress - by bedtime yesterday, he was on stage four. That means that, starting from first putting on his underwear in the morning, we check to see if he's dry twenty-five minutes later, and if he is, he gets a reward, then we put him on the toilet twenty minutes after that. Another dry check twenty-five minutes after he's done on the toilet, and so on. There's a system of rewards for when he uses the toilet, and of aversion and cleanup when he has an accident. This morning, he stayed dry at every check - but he also didn't go on the toilet at ALL. ::sigh::
We'll work on it more this afternoon. For now, we are putting him back in a pullup for school, and in a diaper overnight. He's nowhere near ready for night-time training, and the school was so appalled that he wasn't already toilet-trained when he transferred in from Henry, that I am not going to try and ask them to give him more frequent toileting than their schedule already permits. I will send a note to his teacher regarding our efforts, but I don't intend to use underwear at school until he's much closer to mastery at home.
There isn't a lot I can do about the situation in Japan or WI right now, aside from donate money to the former and cheer on my friends living in the latter. But i think about both situations a lot, and my heart goes out to the people there.
Tom's away on work business, so he gave me my presents yesterday. The Ninth Doctor on DVD :D. Gunnerkrieg Court Volume One :D. And volume four of Nodame Cantabile :D.
There will be steak and baked potatoes when he gets home; in the meantime, I took Jack to the Commissary and got myself treats. TWO packages of sushi, one of my fave cream cheese/smoked salmon/avocado rolls, one of rice and salmon and rice and tuna slabs. The makings of my favorite chip dip. A box of two slices of key lime pie. (My birthday is Pie Day, and buying/baking an entire pie OR cake when the Zodlings won't eat any is silly.) Best of all, I found that Bahlsen, German makers of the holiday chocolate-covered soft gingerbread I so adore, makes little sponge cakes with orange filling and coated in chocolate. :D I deserve a treat.
Tom and I worked hard this weekend on Mark's potty-training. He's made excellent progress - by bedtime yesterday, he was on stage four. That means that, starting from first putting on his underwear in the morning, we check to see if he's dry twenty-five minutes later, and if he is, he gets a reward, then we put him on the toilet twenty minutes after that. Another dry check twenty-five minutes after he's done on the toilet, and so on. There's a system of rewards for when he uses the toilet, and of aversion and cleanup when he has an accident. This morning, he stayed dry at every check - but he also didn't go on the toilet at ALL. ::sigh::
We'll work on it more this afternoon. For now, we are putting him back in a pullup for school, and in a diaper overnight. He's nowhere near ready for night-time training, and the school was so appalled that he wasn't already toilet-trained when he transferred in from Henry, that I am not going to try and ask them to give him more frequent toileting than their schedule already permits. I will send a note to his teacher regarding our efforts, but I don't intend to use underwear at school until he's much closer to mastery at home.
There isn't a lot I can do about the situation in Japan or WI right now, aside from donate money to the former and cheer on my friends living in the latter. But i think about both situations a lot, and my heart goes out to the people there.
