The Hot Wheels Pusher

Well, we had a great weekend! Jesse (my husband) went and saw a local band after we had Paivi down for the night which left my mom and I to drink and play cards until pretty late in the evening. I got my ass kicked but was way ahead in the beginning. So, I can easily place the blame for my pathetic score in the end on the quantity of red wine that was also consumed in those final hands. That helps me sleep better....placing blame on something other than skill and the wine consumption!
Saturday the weather was so pleasant we hung Paivi's new swing in the tree out back and that is where we spent the remainder of the afternoon. She really enjoyed the lovely breeze swishing through her hair and Syd (our dog) was thrilled to assault each foot as it whizzed by her head from underneath the soaring swing. She got kicked a few times but the pain was apparently extinguished by the roaring laughter from Paivi as she was nipped on the toes. I grilled some hamburgers that my husband insisted I shove full of bacon pieces and after a little protesting, I obliged and they were actually very tasty! Every now and then he has a good idea...but don't tell him I said that.

Today "Crazy Aunt Amy" joined us for lunch and a trip to Toys R Us. I am trying to prep Paivi for potty training and was going to check out this doll that is renowned for aiding in the potty training process. The doll has a bottle as part of the package and when you feed the doll her bottle she pees. The child is supposed to witness the process and then grasp the concept of going pee pee. You know, little boys can witness their daddys going pee pee and see how all the equipment works. Needless to say, this is not necessarily the case for mommys and their daughters. Short of me squatting over the sink and keeping her attention long enough for her to observe my morning cup of coffee make it's great escape.....well, I think you get my point. But they were all out of pee pee dolls and although I really have tried hard to not genderize my daughter, the whole time we were strolling up and down the numerous aisles of dolls she was saying "baby? baby? baby?" so we got her a darn baby doll. I will still push the hot wheels and tonka trucks so as not to predetermine her role as a breeder. We will save the nature vs. nurture discussion for another night.
As for my identity road to recovery project.....I purchased a pair of vintage oxblood Doc Martens on line a few days ago and am anxiously awaiting for their arrival on my doorstep. Oi!