IH so sweetly took me to the Apple store yesterday and bought me my new lover, Mr. IMac.
Let me tell you--he is one hot piece of technology. It is hands-down the coolest thing I have ever owned. I am sitting high on some cloud in the sky right now, because I can finally start playing my new role as "Photographer Lady." Well, almost anyway. Once the printer arrives--then it's time to play.
This weekend may also be the start of a new chapter in ET's life. While shopping at Fry's for another hard drive for my Mac, (feels so good to type that out) he found a PS2 Ben 10 game and asked Daddy so sweetly if he could take it. Daddy said yes--on the condition that he goes #2 all by himself without being asked to for 3 consecutive days. ET said he would, and today will be day #3. So good luck to him. This has been such an issue with ET because he just absolutely hates going poop. I've asked him why, and he just says, while holding his nose, "I hate it--it's so yucky!" Frankly, I'm not surprised. This is the same boy that from the moment we entered Lee Lee's Asian market, he covered the lower half of his face and in disgust announced how horribly the place smelled. He definitely gets his sense of smell from me. I can smell a drop of pee a mile away--and it ain't pleasant, let me tell ya.
So because of his hatred of toilets and poop, (he often pees in the backyard) I get stuck with poop-stained underwear. It's a little ridiculous. The boy is 4 and 1/2 years old--and so we've now resorted to bargaining. And this is how we got to a Ben 10 deal. The strategy is to get him to go on his own (with some helpful motivation)and learn to accept that part of his life, no matter how stinky a part it is. My family is a little perturbed about the whole situation--mainly my mom. So I hardly mention it, and try not to have a conversation with IH about it while she's in earshot. She just can't believe that we are still dealing with this. As if this is my favorite part of parenting. Like, no Mom, I am not trying my best to deal with this effectively while still keeping this little boy's dignity intact. (Sigh)
Aside from the inevitable boy fights and rushing home from a wedding on the West Side to take care of a Mommy-sick baby, this weekend was great. With B-Boy in his acting class, and ET in T-ball, our Saturday started early, and that was a good thing. I went to a wedding that Saturday evening and they had a beautiful 4-tiered chocolate fountain going...well, at least it looked like chocolate. When I tasted it, I became so grateful for my endless Google searches for chocolate fountain chocolate. I have found the best fountain chocolate out there, and now when I taste other chocolate fountain chocolate it just tastes like waxy dog doodoo. And to top it off, the company that was running the fountain didn't even have it set up nicely, either. I mean, if that is your business, wouldn't you want there to be some sort of "wow factor" involved in the final product? I don't mean to be rude, but I will be doing the chocolate fountain at Mirella's party, and you know I will do my best to make it divine--visually and in taste. I probably should just be a party planner and forget the photography dream. Or--I could do both! How awesome would that be? Maybe my sisters and I could start a party business. How 'bout that girls? And I am very serious. I've got the brains, you've got the looks...now finish that sentence and it sounds like a deal to me! Except of course you've got the brains, too.
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