The help we need

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Captain Underpants

The Underpants Gnome.

While Deven was at school today, I made a trip to Target, and among the things I decided to pick up were a couple of packs of boy’s underwear. I left them out intentionally, sort of as a way of showing Deven that, yes, we know he’s still here and needs things too. We’ve been buying so many things for the upcoming new addition, and every time we goes near them, all he hears is “No! Don’t mess those things up! They’re for the baby!”

So, when he heard “they’re for Deven!” this is what happened. Underpants on the head, underpants over his jeans (though you can’t really tell in the picture.)

So, the reason why I bought the underpants for the child is due to a letter I received in his school folder the other day. I usually get letters about upcoming fundraisers, or classroom reports, or artwork Deven made during that week in the folder. Those things are indeed exciting, but nothing, I mean nothing compares to the glory of the letter I received on that day.

The week before spring break, the PPCD program will be holding a “potty training boot camp.” During that week, I am to bring Deven to school in underpants and they will focus most of the day’s energy on trying to get him to go on the potty. I just about died.

Of course this doesn’t mean that all the work will be done there, and after a week I will have a freshly diaper-less kid. He’s going to come home and we’re going to have to continue this process throughout the day, possibly for several weeks at a time. Doesn’t sound like fun considering I am beginning to lose my mind due to hormones and lack of sleep caused by pregnancy. This is still the biggest help I could have possibly asked for. These are people who are well-versed in the workings of challenged kids, and have probably potty-trained hundreds of kids of all capabilities. As I have said in the past, I know my kid is ready and capable, I just don’t know what the hell to do. Now I know that not only are my potty-training attempts going to be supported by his school, but they could possibly be the ones guiding the process.

I am so excited. I could seriously hug the shit out of my kid’s teacher tomorrow.

Opinions, movies, and other things

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I didn’t get around to taking pictures of anything we set up today. I still need to finish decorating the shelves in Deven’s room, and I didn’t get around to dressing the crib until tonight. I want to take pictures of the boys’ room in the beauty and majesty of…natural sunlight. Anything else won’t come out right on my shitty camera.

Today was kind of a disappointment. I felt like I spent most of it sleeping and folding things, which is actually all of what I did today. Vance had to take care of his boss’s pets and go to lunch with his idiot friends (I WASN’T INVITED, OKAY?) Deven still went to school, so I still had to get up at 6 am after a bad night. It was a “bad weather makeup day.” I am sure they didn’t waste their time trying to indoctrinate a group of kids who still wear diapers and can barely talk. That’s fine for me, because that means I don’t have to try and explain the actual truth of Abraham Lincoln to my kids yet. YET. That day will come. Unfortunately, since I live in Texas, a day will also come when I have to explain to my kids that evolution is more than just a theory, and that creationism makes about as much sense as the idea that if you close your eyes really tight, other people won’t be able to see you either!

I love this state. RRISD (Round Rock is where I actually live) is forced to cut $67 million from their budgets, while RRPD is being given an increase in funds to hire more cops. Texas: Fewer books, more guns.

Now that I have alienated most of my reading audience…

I’m watching The Fighter finally. The Oscars are, what, Sunday? I have seen 3 of the Best Picture nominees, and there are 10. How am I going to be able to make an educated guess even if I have seen 5 of the movies? Why 10? God, why?

I love that I’m 12 minutes in and it seems like Mark Wahlberg has said maybe 2 words. Christian Bale, on the other hand, hasn’t shut up yet. I think that maybe the key to winning awards: be the one in the movie the people can’t help but pay attention to because you won’t shut up or leave the screen.

I am hoping to also finally see True Grit and The King’s Speech. As I have said in the past, The Social Network is just not happening. I am proudly admitting to not giving it a chance. Inception, on the other hand, must happen. I have that one laying around here somewhere…

Tomorrow is another day, and will include an infinitely more interesting post.

Nesting: day 2

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So after a busy day full of strenuous physical activity, you’ll never guess how I am feeling right now. That’s right! Tired. Pooped. Can barely keep my eyes open. I’m also not feeling too hot right now, so I’m going to keep this one short and to the point.

We gathered a van and part-of-a-truck-bed full of stuff to take to Goodwill. We cleaned more trash out of the garage, and now there is some empty space we can look forward to further cleaning and organizing. Mind you, there is still a lot to be emptied, but it’s a lot better, and I don’t feel quite as overwhelmed when I think about the condition of the garage.

We hung wall shelves in Deven’s room that he already wants to decorate himself. The baby’s crib is also set up in the room. I still need to wash the sheets and blankets before I set everything up. I know it seems kind of early to be doing this (but not– 7 WEEKS! ) but I figured this was better than suddenly introducing all of these changes to Deven’s space a week before the baby comes home. This way, he can get used to the idea of sharing his space. I tried beforehand explaining what was going to be happening when we set up the crib, and how he was going to be sharing his space with his brother, but Vance stopped me by pointing out that he is three, and there really isn’t much point in trying to explain this. At least not in one sitting. He’ll get it over time, I’m sure. I hope.

Okay, I am not feeling well at all and am going to head off to bed. I promise I’ll post more details, and maybe even pictures tomorrow.