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Hello internetz!


M here, fresh from the front. As this is an equal-opportunity blog, I was given an equal opportunity to write stuff. And, to subject you to it! Muahahahaha! Ahem, anyways, I'm here to regale you with thoughts, anecdotes, witticisms, and maybe even a limerick or two. So anyways, on to the content, and away from the intro!

I've never seen this movie

Once upon a time, about a month ago, I became Mr. Mom. Given how much fun raising R is, we have decided to keep him out of daycare as long as possible. I want him to be big and strong and all that good stuff whenever hes forced to interact with other baby-arians. Its a forced corruption of barbarian, but its the best I got at the moment. Since I'll be starting the education merry-go-round in August, A and I decided she should be the working one, so she can get a performance evaluation or two under her belt before the school year begins. So, I took over the apartment, and she headed out into the private sector. It's been weird, but enjoyable. To help me keep a track of time, I've created a spreadsheet of tasks to be completed over the week. Also, I decided to retake my statistics class over the summer. I dug out my stats book, and will be going back through it over the summer. Wish me luck!

R doesn't like change

R is handling it better, now that a couple weeks have gone by. At first, he was all fun and games while it was just me here, and would become tempermental whenever A got home. He would ask about her while she was gone, and then wanted nothing to do with her whenever she got home. I think he may have taken it personally when we switched roles. Sadly, his grasp of english isn't quite good enough for me to explain the situation to him. But, now that he's accepted he can't play 24/7 when I'm home, and that A is still mommy, he's doing better. Yesterday and today, he's been his normal self, in spite of potty-training. More on that in... wait for it... the next paragraph.

This kid is doing it wrong. 

Potty-training is exhausting. I think its tougher on me then it is on him. There is nothing quite like standing over a two-year-old, trying to outwhit him and lug him over to the potty before he leaks all over the carpet. Now I'm getting ahead of myself. We decided to try the "Naked Weekend" potty training method. Basically, R wears no pants or diapers for a weekend. Friday, we stay inside and run him to the potty whenever he starts leaking. Saturday, we go out in the afternoon for an hour after a successful potty-tastical operation, and Sunday we go out in the morning as well as afternoon. I have never seen R melt down like when I wouldn't put a diaper on him. He was tripping, he cried, stood on his toes and tied his legs together in knots, and begged to be held at all times. It was afternoon before he was comfortable running around, and he wouldn't sit on anything but the toilet. I imagine the carpet affected his delicate sensibilities. By afternoon, he'd actually told me he needed "poddy," and hadn't had an accident in hours. Saturday, no accidents! He still gets pretty excited about diapers for naptime and nighttime. With that said, he wants out of the diaper as soon as he wakes up.


Anyhow, I've reached the end of the traditional format, intro paragraph-three main points-conclusion paragraph, so its about time to make like Eminem and rap it up. huh huh. Had to sneak that in there. If you've made it this far, I apologize for the awful puns and promise to behave better next time. Well, thanks for paying attention to my blogerization of life, and see you next time!


~ M
"...I'm a hungry man"