I can’t figure out if it’s exciting or sad that 2 of the 3 biggest events in our household since my last blog post are literally what the title says…. Either way, I’m sure Justin Timberlake would love to know he’s right up there with potty training.
Let’s start with the Justin Timberlake concert – It. Was. Amazing. Jared was skeptical of our front row, center stage seats (yes, I’m bragging) but halfway through the concert and 8 pounders later, he actually said, “Is there anything this guy can’t do?” This riveting conversation continued as we left the building that evening and it went a little something like this: “This is the guy that guys love to hate. You hate him because he’s good at everything he does… sing, dance, act…. he’s probably good at sports too. But you’d probably want to have a beer with him. You can’t even compare someone like Lebron to him. This guy actually has talent.” Yeah. You know Jared has enjoyed multiple adult beverages when he’s saying basketball players have less talent then Justin Timberlake. So long story short – one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to. Yes, I screamed like a little girl and I watched the video where he looked right at me at least 50 times. However, I also didn’t get as emotional as I did at the NKOTB/98 Degrees/Boyz II Men concert ( Best. Night. Ever. ). That was another level.
The second “big” event for us is finally deciding to bite the bullet and build. We’re “moving on up”… but not to the East side. Actually just a few miles away from where we are now. Jared used to be adamant about never wanting to build. But after a lot of looking/researching/talking to different builders/friends, etc. we decided this was the best decision for us and eventually our growing family. The picture on the far right is exactly what the exterior of the future casa de Wells will look like… with the garage on the opposite side of the house. So I guess it’s not exactly the same. But if our marriage can survive this, I can safely say I won’t have to look for husband #2.
Now we get to our soon to be 3 year old. Let me preface this by saying I was cursing the idea of potty training weeks ago. You know that “Friends” episode where Joey puts on the pregnancy pants to eat the turkey? Yeah…. that’s every mother in preparation for this milestone: “Potty Training… You are my Everest!!” Although multiple people have been telling us Q was ready a long time ago, we didn’t want to push it. I’ve heard horror stories of kids regressing because their parents push them into it too fast/when they aren’t ready. So we waited. Probably longer than we should have but in my opinion, it paid off. Cleary mother knows best.
A few weeks ago we would talk to him more about the “big potty”. We’d have him sit on it, tell him how big kids don’t wear diapers, let him pick out his own big boy underwear, etc. He would go here and there but usually would say things like, “I’ll try tomorrow” or “I just don’t want to do this right now.” I thought for sure it would end up being a constant fight. For a 2 year old I imagine this is like standing next to a waterfall when you have to go. But so far, that is the only accident to speak of. We even took him out to eat on Saturday and Sunday night without incident. He even went in his first restaurant bathroom – Exciting stuff I tell you what…. But thankfully, this hasn’t been the nightmare I envisioned.
Wish I could say the same for his overall attitude. I have decided that the toddler phase is officially my least favorite. He’s saying things that make Jared and I wonder if we should let him out into the world any more than we already do. On Friday he came around the corner and said, “Guess what? (long pause) CHICKEN BUTT!” – I won’t lie. It was kind of cute. But he’s now adopting the things we say to him when he’s in trouble and transferring them onto our poor dog, Jersey. You will hear him saying things like, “I’ve had it”, “In the corner… right now!”, “I said no”… it could go on for days. He also has already developed the ability to pretend he can’t hear us when we’re talking to him. Right now, I’d bypass this phase to get to the age where he’s nice and listens to us at least 50% of the time. When is that again?
Until next time…