I know I shouldn’t be sur­prised, and I’m not really sur­prised, but I am dread­ing the cold weather. When I talked to my mom the other day and she told me that two inches of snow were pre­dicted for the area where she lives, all I could do was wrin­kle my nose and think how hard it would be to cart around two kids once it got snowy, cold, and icy. In fact, as I write this now, I’m wrin­kling my nose again. Yuck. Maybe I can get Jason to change pro­fes­sions and become a resort man­ager or a golf course groomer/manager so we would have to live some­where that it was warmer for most of the year. Not likely, but a girl can dream.

As it has every other year, the arrival of fall also sig­nals the arrival of new tv shows and new sea­sons of old favorites. This year, I was a lit­tle skep­ti­cal about start­ing to watch any new shows. Last year, I watched two shows on NBC, Wind­fall and Kid­napped, and both were can­celed sud­denly. I was pretty frus­trated, because I liked them both and just when I was start­ing to fig­ure out who all the char­ac­ters were, the shows sud­denly disappeared.

From the pre­views, I thought that Life looked pretty good, but once it came on, I just wasn’t inter­ested. I “watched” a few episodes while I was asleep on the couch with A. The con­cept of the show is that the main char­ac­ter was a police­man who was framed for mul­ti­ple mur­ders. He went to jail for twelve years, and he was some­how found to be inno­cent while he was in jail. Now he’s out, and he’s a cop again even though he has a multi-million dol­lar set­tle­ment (I think). In between his cases, he is try­ing to fig­ure out who framed him, and every­one he knows is some­how involved. Not a bad premise, but I just couldn’t get into it. I still have four episodes on my TiVo, because I want to like the show, but I don’t really.

Also from the pre­views, I thought that Jour­ney­man looked a lit­tle lame and a lit­tle like Quan­tum Leap. When Life didn’t pan out as my great, new show of the sea­son, I decided to give Jour­ney­man a try. Sur­pris­ingly, I liked it. It’s a bit deeper than Quan­tum Leap in that not only is he a time trav­eler with mis­sions to com­plete and peo­ple to save, there is also quite a bit of story line revolv­ing around his fam­ily and how his time travel affects them.

I’m also lik­ing the show Push­ing Dasies about a man who is able to bring peo­ple back from the dead. The idea behind the show is a bit cooky, and so are the char­ac­ters and the set­tings. I think that it’s one of those shows that you will either love or hate. My dad said that he tried to watch it, but he couldn’t get into it. I can under­stand that. Even though I think it’s a good show, I can see how its audi­ence could be limited.

Now what?

I wrote a while ago about how I was going to sign up to become a Dis­cov­ery Toys con­sul­tant. Well, I did it. I got my con­sul­tant num­ber and everything!

I’m a lit­tle unsure where to go next though. I got an e-mail last week telling me wel­come on board. So, I guess my next step is to either buy some toys or tell line up some par­ties? They don’t give you a whole lot of infor­ma­tion or guid­ance right away. I think I’m sup­posed to have a bunch of toys com­ing in the mail soon, so maybe I’ll feel more direc­tion once those arrive.

K con­tin­ues to tell me that he has to poop. Today, he told me that he had to poop, and so I asked him if he wanted to poop on the potty. He said yes, so I took his pants and dia­per off and sat him down on it. Well, it was just so neat and excit­ing that I think he for­got all about poop­ing. He was con­tent to sit there, stand, and then sit again. After about 10 min­utes, my mom put his pants back on, and he hasn’t said any­thing about it since. I guess that was pretty pain­less for all of us.

I was adamant that I was not going to potty train early. I didn’t even want to con­sider potty train K until he was much closer to 3 years old. He how­ever, seems like he may have other ideas. Lately, he’s been telling me that he has to go to the bath­room before he goes. (sigh) I guess we’ll get started. We have the potty out now, and he’s def­i­nitely inter­ested. I’m not ready to say that we are offi­cially potty train­ing though. I sup­pose in the end this is a good thing, but since I was so pre­pared not to push him, I am not quite used to the idea that he’s ready.

Not for me, for K. We decided to get him a lit­tle play kitchen for his birth­day. We ended up get­ting this one from Step 2. So far, I have to say it has prob­a­bly been one of our bet­ter choices for gifts.

At first, when I sug­gested it to Jason, I thought that he might not think it was a good idea or that it was too girly. For­tu­nately, he didn’t dis­ap­point­ment me, and he thought it was a great idea! We looked at quite a few and set­tled on the Dream Kitchen from Step 2.

We got it in the mail, and a cou­ple days later we assem­bled it for him. We put it together one night after K went to bed, and the next morn­ing, we didn’t say any­thing and let him just dis­cover it. It was very cute. He was sit­ting in the liv­ing room when he saw it, and his eyes got wide. He slowly approached it, and his smile got big­ger and big­ger. We had planned to go to town that day and spend some time together as a fam­ily, but we almost couldn’t get K out of the house he was so intent on play­ing with his new toy.

Now that he’s had it for a cou­ple weeks, he has got­ten used to hav­ing it. He knows that when he goes to bed at night it will still be there the next morn­ing. When he is cook­ing in his kitchen, he often brings me food to eat and some­thing to drink, too. In another demon­stra­tion of how much kids pick up on, today he brought me a piece of plas­tic pizza on a plate with a fork and knife! What a smart lit­tle guy.

His newest culi­nary spe­cialty is that he puts his burp cloths in the oven, microwave, and on the “stove” to boil them.

A few days ago, I wrote a lit­tle about our attempts to live a health­ier lifestyle. We went gro­cery shop­ping, and it was eas­ier than I thought to find meals that were in line with our new goals. We’ve had healthy, dairy-free sup­pers for the week. They are actu­ally tast­ing bet­ter than I thought.

My prob­lem though is the crav­ings! Oh, the crav­ings… Last night, I was oh, so close to beg­ging Jason to drive into town to buy me a bak­ery cake. I couldn’t stop think­ing about the frost­ing and the yummy sug­ary feel­ing on my teeth. If I was able to eat dairy, I would put a scoop of cool, creamy ice cream right next to it and let it melt into the cake. Could it get any better?

For­tu­nately, I was able to resist and I did not order my hus­band out in the 40 mile an hour wind to get me a craving-satisfying cake. I am feel­ing a lit­tle less des­per­ate for the sug­ary foods today. I’m hop­ing that what peo­ple tell me is true, and after I’ve eaten healtheir for a cou­ple weeks, I won’t want that stuff nearly as much. Keep your fin­gers crossed!

On one of my reg­u­lar blogs, Breast­feed­ing­Mums Blog, today, there was a link to a story that details a mom’s expe­ri­ence nurs­ing her four year old. Before I started nurs­ing K, if you had told me that we would still be nurs­ing at 2 years, I would have laughed at you.

I know some peo­ple think he doesn’t need it any­more, and I know some peo­ple wouldn’t choose it for them­selves, but I have to say that they longer I nurse him, the more reward­ing it becomes.

I had a great day today! Hope­fully that great day will carry over into a great night.

As some of you know, our baby, A, has been what some would call a bad sleeper for the past cou­ple weeks. He’s been increas­ingly wak­ing more and more. Last night, he woke at 10:00, 1:40, 2:40, 3:10, stayed up until about 5, woke again at 5:30, and 6:30. At 6:30, I finally brought him to bed with me until 7:45 when he was up for the morning.

Need­less to say, after a cou­ple nights of this, one becomes rather exhausted. I add this to chas­ing a teething, sick with a cold tod­dler, and it makes for some long days. Until now, I’ve been a lit­tle hes­i­tant to ask for much help. Par­tially it’s because I didn’t want to ask, but the other part is that hon­estly some­times it’s eas­ier to just do it myself.

Yes­ter­day, I was a lit­tle dis­ap­pointed that my hus­band had to work today, and I wanted to do some­thing dif­fer­ent. So, Jason called his mom to see if she would be around today. She was around, so the boys and I drove down to visit her.

I know there are lots of peo­ple who are not blessed with sup­port­ive, lov­ing, and most impor­tantly nor­mal in-laws, but I for­tu­nately have all of the above. My in-laws are won­der­ful peo­ple, and I truly enjoy spend­ing time with them. The best part about today was that both of the boys got the atten­tion and spoil­ing that they needed while I got a lit­tle time to run errands and do shop­ping that I had been putting off for far too long.

So, we returned home tonight, spoiled, loved, and refreshed. What a nice day!

In the past 11 days, since I’ve been blog­ging much more reg­u­larly (Thanks, NaBloPoMo!), I’ve been get­ting com­ments. I love it. It’s so fun to check my e-mail and see that some­one has read what I said and they thought enough of it to leave some form of inter­ac­tion for me. Thanks to every­one who com­ments. It is an encouragment!