Poo Poo In The Potty!

So, it was probably just a fluke, but we had a poo poo in the potty this morning! Jane was trying to go and then was signing to go in the bath. Most of you know what that combination means...But I put her in the bath anyway to test out my other theory of maybe getting her to poop in the potty when I know it's coming. So, she was playing in the bath when she started trying to go. I picked her right up and put her on the potty. She screamed a little, but then gave in a went in the potty! I hoorayed for her, then got her down and we looked at her accomplishment and waved bye-bye as it went bye-bye. Now, I don't think she really understood the magnitude of what just happened, but we celebrated anyway by dancing to Float On by Modest Mouse (I have no shame).

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This is what Jane's been up to today.

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This morning I woke up and told Scott that I had visions of bloggy dreams dancing in my head. I was a little blog-crazy yesterday and so all night I kept dreaming about blogs and layouts and the fun that it all is. Maybe I should start another hobby.

I'll Humbly Wear It With Pride

My super sister-in-law Steph just honored
little ole' me with a blogging award!
I am very excited to show it off! The rules for this award are as follows:

• Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
• Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
• Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
• Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
• Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

I hereby nominate the following awesome blogs for this awesome award:
The Woods of North Dakota (always creative and cute)
Bridget (never afraid to strut her stuff)
Cumulative Record (my gateway to the left)
Veronica Ernest (always has a good mommy tale)
and last but not least...
lebraun (always willing to show her underbelly, no matter how seething it is ;)

Good job ladies. Keep the laughs a comin'!

...And We All Came Tumbling Down!

Yesterday, while carrying Jane, I fell down. It has been one of my greatest fears and it finally came true and yet, we both survived. We had just left our friend's house who had fed us yummy veggie curry. I was carrying Jane and noticed that her hoodie hood and the hat to her coat had just fallen off so I put them both back on her head (a blessing in disguise). Then we went outside, with Scott along beside us, when, as I stepped off the curb my right ankle collapsed beneath me and Jane and I went tumbling down. It was one of those experiences that is so scary that while it happens, and when you think about it after, the situation occurs in slow motion. I was carrying Jane in my right arm, her face was facing mine (another blessing in disguise). I remember my right ankle twisting beneath me so I tried to fall to the left to protect Jane, then I fell forward into the gravelly asphalt landing on my left hand, then my left knee skid on the ground, then, nightmare of all nightmares, I saw Jane looking at me with her GIANT eyes saying with those eyes, "what are you doing, mommy?!". Then I saw her land on my arm on the asphalt then slowly, as I yelled "OH NO!", she fell backwards and hit the back of her padded little head on the asphalt. She and I immediately started crying and Scott dropped to me to see if I was OK, then grabbed Jane and consoled her while I wept in anguish on the ground. Angry at myself for not contorting my body enough to protect my baby. For not reacting quickly enough. Because my ankle HURT! Because, what if Jane now has brain damage?! Because, THAT WAS DUMB!
Falling down when you are an adult is one of the most ridiculous things. You just feel dumb and you get hurt really bad because you are WAY to big to fall down now that you are all grown up.
I slipped and fell once while pregnant with Jane and we both survived that one too. 2 times in 2 years isn't too bad.
One time at BYU I was running to class in the rain in some really slick FILA sandals (remember those, all you 90's people?), yeah, I know it was dumb. Right as I came out from under the covered walkway south of the HBLL, I hit that little slope on the way to the SWKT and slid the whole way down it on my sandals then fell on my butt in the middle of a huge crowd of people who where older and better dressed than me (I was in my pajama bottoms, I don't know why I thought they were cool enough to wear to class!!!). Ugghh. That was embarrassing. However, that was not the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. Only a select special few know that story and I'm going to have to keep it that way. Let's just say I was gastrointestinally challenged while in the right place at the wrong time.
Anyway, back to my latest folly. Jane's obviously just fine. (I checked her pupils, made sure she didn't fall into a coma while sleeping, you know...all the neurotic mommy stuff.) I'm fine too. My ankle is pretty sore, but it will recover. My hand is scraped up, but it will recover. My knee is a little scabby, which is just weird because I'm a grownup. My mommy pride is a little beat up, but it will also recover. However, my jeans...only spray 'n wash can save them now.

Breaking News!

This morning we practiced Jane's walking skills and she got a little more gutsy and then she was off! She's been walking around all day, the farthest being about 15 feet. She hasn't given up on crawling yet though. Now and then she gets frustrated with falling down so she goes back to crawling. Soon she'll be running all around!

Living with a Foreign Exchange Student

Sometimes I feel like I'm living with a foreign exchange student. I talk all day to this little person that listens and then tries to respond, yet I don't know what the heck she is saying. She might as well be from France considering how well I understand her. We carry on conversations, yet little is understood. I know that she is interested in what I have to say so I listen to what she has to say.

Then I respond with a "Yeah", or "Uh-huh".
Sometimes when Jane talks, she ends her sentences by elevating the tone of her voice, as though she were asking me a question. It is so cute when she does that, trying so hard to communicate with me. Right now I call her language "gobbledy-gook", but sooner than I realize it will be real words coming out of her mouth and then I'll be able to know what her little brain is thinking about.

Don't Forget to Vote!

There are a lot of important issues to consider this election year. Especially regarding the definition of family and other moral issues. Make sure you know and understand what you are voting for or against! Good luck tomorrow.