Having serious get up and go isssues this morning and with no firm plans as to what to do to entertain Sam today I can see us just drifting through the day. I rather fancy going to the zoo again as it’s been a while since we’ve been now, but I’m reticent as it’s so hot outside and I cringe at the idea of waddling here, there and everywhere after Sam in the heat.
Chasing after Sam is getting more and more difficult, not to mention painful for me. Lately when I’ve had a bout of running him down, having to lift him and carry him, I’ve been getting really really sore. I’m realising that I’m having to be much more careful else every step I takes turns into torture. I think Bea is just fine, but mummy hurts.
This morning Sam was an angel and stayed in his room playing happily until ten o’clock so I got to have a nice extra lie down and am feeling much better again at the moment. Thankfully the aches and pains are fairly fleeting as long as I get a good rest and overall I’m really enjoying this pregnancy. Bea is very active, more so than I remember Sam being. It feels like my tummy is constantly doing flips.
The potty training has been getting a little hit or miss with Sam. After I spent the day clearing up puddle after puddle of pee from the carpet I almost decided to not take him to the pool yesterday afternoon as I had promised. Particularly frustrating as only last week we borrowed a steam cleaner and thoroughly cleaned the carpet. Luckily for Sam I was hot and bothered yesterday and so wanted to go swimming and meet our friends myself.
I can completely understand that peeing on the floor must be so much more fun than peeing in a potty, especially when nature equips you with a nice hose, but it makes mummy mad. I had to keep putting him in his room for time out to try to get across my displeasure. The last straw came when I went in to make friends again and found him, and his toys, playing in even more self created lakes. Happy as could be. Aaargh! I had to wash all his toys and I mop the floor in there…twice. Mummy is not amused.
Yet, yesterday he also expertly removed his big boy pants and used the potty to poop with no mess at all. He also found himself a clean pair of “just like Daddy’s” cloth pants and happily paraded around the house with them on. Kept them clean and dry too.
So, half the time I am so proud of my little guy, and the rest of the time he is a right pest.
We were supposed to be in Florida lazing on the beach this week, but this got canceled at the last minute. Bill and I were both really annoyed as we were in need of a break by the sea and really looking forward to getting away. Apparently we could have gone in August instead, but I didn’t really fancy popping my sprog on the beach like one of the turtles. Grrrr.
I spent ages cruising the net in search of any July vacancies. It was tough as pretty much everything was already booked, or now insanely expensive. I’m excited to say that on Friday I did manage to find us a deal we could afford and hopefully (cheque and contract is in the post) we have a reservation for a rental very close to where we were originally going to go! We’ll be heading to Cape San Blas for 19th – 26th July. Hoorah! Bill’s happy as this place also has tennis courts, though I’m not sure exactly who he is intending to play with!
Oh great. Sam’s just noticed that if he throws a frisbee at the ceiling fan it goes crash tinkle and spins off frantically off to hit a wall.
Bill and I peeked in on Sam the other night and were confronted with this little scene: