All last week, I felt as though the cold I'd had was lingering and I just wasn't feeling better, but I think the case was that I was just coming down with virus numero dos. And by Friday, I felt like total ick again: I was super congested, my throat ached, and worst of all, my eyes were really irritated and filling with goo. I went to bed Friday night at the grand hour of 8:30 pm, and at one point, I woke in the night with my eyes literally glued together with goop. At that point, I thought I was gonna have to see a dr. over the weekend because I was thinking I had pink eye. But ignoring it and getting lots of extra sleep over the weekend has seemingly help me improve and my eyes, at least, don't seem to be a threat-level-red anymore. Granted, I have a cough right now that sounds as though I've had a long Marlboro habit, but I'd probably sound pretty good singing "Smelly Cat" right now!
A few weeks ago, we had arranged with friends to repeat our babysitting-swap this weekend as they had concert tickets for tonight. So, yesterday, Jerry and I got to enjoy our delayed V-Day celebration. We dropped Norah off at noon, and had an afternoon date: Japanese Hibachi for lunch, and for dessert? Massages! It was glorious. I wish I got massaged every day. Like the hour before bed time. That would be suh-weet!
To Train or not to Train -- It's a Poopy Question
For the longest time, Jerry and I had settled on the idea that we'd hold off on potty training Norah until after Caleb is born. It seemed that everyone had been telling us that if we tried beginning her potty training now that she'd regress once her baby brother was born; however, in the past few weeks, she's been giving us signals that have been hard to ignore. And this morning, as she was pooping in her diaper, she looked at me and said, "Poo-poo!" That seemed like a clear sign that she's beginning to understand these bodily functions and that, perhaps, we should ignore what we've been told and at least been to get her aquainted with the potty. So, we went out and bought her a training toilet and this afternoon, she sat on it and gave it a test-sit.
I have no delusions about her suddenly being potty-trained, but I guess even if she does "regress" once Caleb is born, at least she will have begun her familiarity with the toilet. We'll see. For now, if nothing else, she seems to think it makes for a nice reading chair.