Potty Training

Oh, I know - the last thing most G H&T readers want to read about is potty training.  Just go on and hit that button "next blog"

We started training on March 1, 2011, with tremendous support from Teacher Blanca at Iolani's school.  Alex was worried that Iolani would poop on the carpet. I wondered how I would handle poopy panties.  We didn't want Iolani to experience any sort of failure, or feeling of frustration.  We did our best to minimize our reaction when she had her accidents.  We spent most of the month tethered to the house, with anyone who wanted to see us - had to come to us.  We had to be close to the house for the potty chair.

She figured out how to use her potty chair by the end of March. She still was having trouble with the #2s, but you could tell that she was trying, and that she didn't want to sit in poopy diapers anymore. Also, she was glued to her little toilets at school and her potty chair at home.  The only full size toilet she would use was at Alex's parents house.

So, when our trip to Washington came around, we figured we would bring a couple of pullups and rejoice in having a potty trained little girl.  Oh...how we were schooled.  Iolani wanted nothing to do with the Amtrak toilet. The toilet is the same kind of toilet used on most cruise lines.  On the first leg of our train trip, Iolani held "it" for nearly 6 hours.  I put a pullup on her and told her that she needed to do her business in the pullup.  Poor thing. For the remainder of the trip, she was in pullups and didn't use the toilet one time.  That was a bit of a parental bummer.

Alex and I talked about this when we got home and agreed...the pink princess potty would join us on our cross country train trip to New Orleans.   Not only did she do her business in the potty on the train and in the hotel room - we had only one "#2" accident and no pee-pee accidents.  While she still will not use the big toilet - as long as we have the pink potty with us - who cares.  She'll get to the point where she'll want to use the big white toilet.  Just like she got to the point of no bottles, pacifier and diapers.  She's a big kid now.  ;-)

Respect Da Phone

I updated the blogger.com settings so that you smartphone users out there can read while you are going poop. Rock on for technological advancements!

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Good Housekeeping

I will turn 35 in July. There's a part of me that thinks "I made it" and another that sits and remembers the day I remember my mom turned 35. While my kid is a lot younger than what her kids were, I notice a lot of duplicative efforts...most of which circle around "Good Housekeeping" magazine.

A couple of weeks ago Alex asked me what magazine subscription I would want. I thought GH would be the right amount of old vs new school housekeeping. I was right.

I know that my mom is sitting up in heaven with a pack of cigarettes and her boxed wine laughing at me. Not like a mocking laugh, but a laugh that says everything is just the way it should be.

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Getting out of town

So here we are on our way home from the Rotary international convention. It was the longest time out of the office since Iolani's birth. And much like the last time away from the office, I still checked my email, posted on twitter and Facebook. I know you are wondering, in fact I'm wondering myself: 1) do I have a
problem? 2) did I relax?

I don't think I have a problem. I mean posting on FB and twitter is really a luxury. It might be shocking to hear me confess that while I often take my phone with me into the bathroom, I don't always have my phone with me. Ask my husband about the time
Iolani and I went missing on Train Day. He kept calling my phone, texting, and nearly losing his shit because we weren't at SBUX, and I wasn't answering my phone. I mean how could I? It was sitting on the bed at home. And Iolani and I were playing at the fountain by the MWD building.

Yes, I forgot my phone. It still counts.

Then there's the question of did I relax. I think I did. I mean I took naps most days, really fucked up Iolani's sleep schedule. I guess going out for dinner at 11 pm will do that. But hey... She napped from 4 to 9. I don't know a lot of towns that wouldn't look at us weird when we walked in with our kid at 11pm and asking about the children's menu.

I'm relaxed. I know I am because I'm anxious to get home and post all my pictures on Facebook.

Thanks for the concerns. Duly noted.

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Mother's day...Celebrate.

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been doing a bit of (I don’t want to think of it as soul searching, but I’m kind of psyching myself out over turning thirty-five, the confusion regarding the dichotomy of  feelings over the killing of Osama Bin Laden, and trying to figure how to keep all the balls in the air) thinking.  It was a couple of days ago on Facebook (I know, the root of all family and friend interaction), I made this off hand comment (Can you make off hand comments on Facebook) about having a mean streak and then being asked “Aren’t liberals nice”?

Hmmm….are liberals nice?  Oh, I can say with utmost certainty that no, not all liberals are nice.  In the same breath, I can say with utmost certainty that no, not all conservatives are mean.  I’ve met some pretty nice or mean liberals and conservatives…. And, when I thought about it – I think I’ve known far more mean liberals than I’ve met mean conservatives.  And, of the super mean conservatives I’ve met in my life, it usually because we’ve been talking about biblical theories.  And, if there’s one thing I would pay money to see the Super Liberal and Conservative pastors duke it out over their interpretation of passages.  OMG – it would be a total HBO afterschool special.

The whole Liberal/Conservative thing won’t go away. It is a bitter generalization that can’t go away…really – it can’t. If it did the world would cease to spin, as we would all stop moving and wondering what to do next.

So on that note, enter in my bitterness about celebrating women, or specifically Mothers for that one day of the year. I know I know, you celebrate your mothers every day of the year….great. Hit that button on the top of the page that says “Next Blog>>” and check out the Bike Show or something.

Then, let us discuss the disparities between men and women.  The one that is really my hot button – is my desire to have my tubes tied and not being able to find a doctor who will do it.  I’ve searched, and if you are reading this and you’ve got a doctor who will do it…I’m game…leave a comment.  The Brideau household is done having children.  We have Iolani, she’s perfect…oh hell…when you think “the full force of God” that is Iolani….she came swooping into this world with the fully force of God behind her.  There’s no doubt in my mind.  Alex was right…We didn’t have Iolani, She had us.

Asking to get your tubes tied should be “Plastic Surgery” easy.  My example is as simple as this…when you ask to get a nose job, a nip, a tuck…you fill out a couple of forms that essentially say “You know what you are about to subject your body to, the Doctor might fuck it up, but you will not sue said Doctor if you don’t come out looking pretty”.  Why can’t I simply sign a form that says “You know that you are about to make it almost impossible to have additional children, and you won’t blame the Doctor for the days that you go baby crazy.” Done!  I’d sign in.  Gimme a form, make the appointment, and away we go.  Nope.  Total bonus – there’s a couple in Canada (you know, like, where they have a nationalized health care system, so you think they’d do anything) who were refused the ligation.  Sure, he can get a vasectomy with no problem. But, you know…men and their penises…they tend get their own rules.

Exxxxxxxxxample, The NBC LA reported that charges won’t be filed in an “alleged” sexual assault case.  “The woman -- who said she was forcibly carried into a car and raped by two men about 3 a.m. Sunday --"admitted to being extremely intoxicated" and never told the security guard or the other man that she talked with that she had been assaulted, according to the document.”

For those of you who read in horror the first 24 words of the sentence, with the imagery of a woman getting scooped up at the Arclight Theater, dragged off to a car….  Were you thinking “Why didn’t anyone stop this????” until you got to the word INTOXICATED?  Because apparently, that’s what everyone else at the Prosecutors office was thinking.  And, on top of all that...it’s likely happened millions of timesand there’s no problem with it? Happy Mother’s Day - Chris Anthony Cardoza.  Did you tell your mother what you did last weekend? 

I have figured out a way to enjoy Mother’s Day over the years.  I think celebrating Mother’s Day while my own mother was killed nearly 17 years ago, I go back and forth on how to mark this day.  I freely admit that once Iolani arrived on the scene, I’m able to approach Mother’s Day with a much more positive attitude.

Chalk it up to liberal guilt, but Ladies…enjoy the day.  It might be the only day you can enjoy safely…

I don’t want you to think that I’m angry like this all the time.  But, there are moments in the day that I wonder about the injustices and isn’t that why I have Ginny Here & There in the first place?    Sigh.  Done.