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Thursday, June 26, 2008 
Stop on by for a visit. I'm talking about my grandma on Chicago Moms Blog today. In case the posts by all these sassy city moms don't tempt you, maybe the gimlets and coffee cake will.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008 Potty training Lil E -- or my grandiose attempts to turn it into a fabulous and enticing party -- taught me a valuable and frustrating lesson: Let the kid go in his own time.
That means go and go. By some miracle of evolution or genetics, he did not inherit the peanut bladder both his parents have (which, by the way, made every road trip we ever took sort of like we were a traveling band of pregnant ladies). The kid is a camel and can (and will, thank you very much) hold it all day. He has had very few accidents but mostly because his iron will oversees his southern regions and he refuses to go at daycare, co-op and sometimes even Grandma and Grandpa's house unless I am there with him. Handy in Target? Yes. Fun to explain to a daycamp counselor? Not so much.
The only time Lil E is challenged in cameling is at night. He's a thirsty boy and I thought I was being savvy in ending the late night wakings and calls for a drink into the dark by leaving a sippy cup full of water in his crib, then toddler bed and now, big boy bed. It's worked like a charm. So far. So far is important because tonight is Night Nine.
(Keep reading to find out why Night Nine's such a bedtime biggie).
Tuesday, June 24, 2008 I couldn't decide whether to list this column about George Carlin first or last, just that I wanted other people to read it. It's by Jerry Seinfeld, a quick read that's the concise kind of lyricism I strive for as a blogger and writer and comic to an audience of one (sometimes one-plus-kid in a booster seat). You don't have to click any other link below, but do read this one.
Who knew? I'm listed here as a favorite motherhood blog. Well, to be honest, I'm not listed as a blog, Sassafrass is listed as a blog. Sometimes, though, it's hard to tell the difference, isn't it?
Lil E loves this show. It freaks me out. I just do not get why animals from Australia who talk, politic and watch TV are so compelling to a preschooler. But then I also do not get Dragon Tales, Caillou or (shudder) Scooby Doo and the kid's crazy about those too. Shouldn't animals on kiddie TV be reporting about fake Olympics or putting steaks on their black eyes, not manipulating their way into being mayor of some Earth core jungle village? What is going on in the world?
Maybe I shouldn't go on too much. Rob & Big still makes me laugh out loud on a regular basis. No animals running for office, but plenty of goofery all it's own and just enough dorm-room entertainment to keep me preoccupied until (oh now I'm just shameful) The Hills returns.
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