Three stories

#1 I either got really brave... or really stupid. I cut my bangs again. Straight across at my eyebrows. So I now have long straight dark hair with severe bangs. The funny thing is that I can't get them to totally straighten. I've tried product and everything and they either stick straight off my head or they have a bit of a curl to it like when we were in sixth grade. BAH. I wish I had a great celebrity picture or even a pic of me to demonstrate this bizarre action I decided to take.

Everyone says it's cute though. Let's hope they're all being honest. (I just need to get used to them)

#2 We are officially on day three of potty training. Abby has been in pull-ups for two months and totally knows how to use a potty. She just doesn't want to. Jesse and I decided that with another babe coming we do NOT want to be paying $80 each month for diapers. So one of them has to stop. We borrowed some padded underwear from my mom from my days of potty training, and starting Monday morning Abby has been in these underwear. The padded underwear just absorbs more when they have accidents. I HATE accident clean-up. Padded underwear are good for sanity. Anyway, so this is the point of the story: Abby refused to go #2. I hope you're okay with that term. We have bribed in every way possible to get her to, but she just wouldn't. My mom told me about her cousin who had twins first and when she potty trained them... she put them in cold water when they had accidents. I don't think this is abuse. With Abby, we HAVE to use extremes or she doesn't care. So Monday morning, five minutes after I had just taken her to the potty, she pooped in her underwear. So into the cold bath we went! Come on folks, it was only 1 inch deep and I only made her sit in it long enough to wipe her off. So like 20 seconds. She refused to go #2 on Tuesday because she was terrified of the cold bath. Then today, around noon I heard her make that sound. The one you all know. And I flipped around and sternly asked, "Do you need to poop?" She gave me this wide-eyed look and ran to the bathroom yelling, "I don't go in the cold bath! I poop on the potty!" And she did. :) Gold star for Abby. I know there will be more cold baths to come, but in the meantime, we're finally making progress!!

#3 This is for Jesse's sake. Jesse is practically NEVER home. Not during Abby hours anyway. He leaves at 6:30 or 8:00 a.m. and doesn't get home until just before Abby's bedtime. Today as I was putting Abby down for her nap, she started crying. Like not stalling crying, like real tear crying. So I asked her what was wrong and she sniffled out, "I love my daddy. I just love my daddy." Which I think means, "I miss daddy." I thought it was tender. :)

There's a double meaning in that.

I find myself sitting my mom's house with absolutely nothing to do. Abby's not even asleep. But she doesn't want to play with me. I asked her if she'd like to play Princess and the Frog toys with me and she turned to me and lamely replied, "No, I play with Uncle Stephen, Ashtie, and Samuel." Stephen laughed and in mock excitement asked, "Abby! Do you want to come play with us downstairs?" "Sure!!! I would love to!" is what she said. Good grief! Moms are boring apparently.

Maryn's teaching piano lessons. My mom's on the phone making a Cafe Rio take-out order for Ashton's birthday. And Jesse and dad are on their way home from work. AND Sarah's in Chicago. What am I to do?

Hmm. Apparently my mom is done. Now she can get me the recipe for the chocolate frosting I need. We made peanut butter bars. Mmmm....

P.S. Jesse was made producer of their senior film. The director is his buddy with whom Jesse co-developed the story. So basically he co-directs. And if they get any awards at the student emmys, he gets to attend the awards show thingy. Cool, yeah?

My subject has nothing to do with this post. It's just from one of my favorite movies Sarah reminded me of this week. :) Sarah, I love you. And Maryn too.

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An Abigail moment

For Christmas, I bought myself The Princess and the Frog deluxe figurine set. I LOVE that the Disney store is in Provo. Anyway, as soon as I opened them, Abby took possession of them and I really haven't had a chance to play with them since. Abby refers to playing with her figures as her "homework." Tonight, I got home from relief society meetings and I thought I might die. I left at 6:50 a.m. and got home at 5:00 p.m. "Holy cannoli" in Abby's words. Funny that we've never actually eaten cannoli (see right). So I got home super tired and Jesse had homework, so I asked Abby if she could do her homework while I rested on the bed. The set came with two princess Tianas and two Prince Naveens: daily attire and wedding attire, of course. Abby has named one The Princess and the Frog and the other is Princess Tiana. Both of the princes are just The Prince. Abby was playing with the princesses and this is the conversation I heard:

Princess and the Frog: "Wait right here. I'll be back"
Princess Tiana: "Where are you going?"
Princess and the Frog: "I'm going to find my prince so he can hold my hand."
Princess Tiana: "Oh, okay."
Princess Tiana then fell off the toy box and Princess and the Frog leaned over the edge to say, "Are you okay?"
Princess Tiana: "I'm okay."
Princess and the Frog then left Tiana on the floor to get her Prince. Then the Prince and Princess and the Frog rescued Tiana.
Princess and the Frog: "He's holding my hand! Hooray!"
Tiana was then jealous and walked off to find her own prince.

They played outside their house until Princess Tiana declared it was "freezing and go inside". They all jumped through the windows into the house.

At this point, Jesse entered the room and Abby yelled, "RUN!" She took of running through the basement screaming as Jesse chased her back and forth. Ah, Sunday joy.

Prince Naveen is so cartoon eye-candy. Twisted, but true. ;)

Piece of advice

I read this on an MSN article about 27 things men don't get about women. I don't know how funny it truly is or if I was just happy to have a distraction from my overflowing living room, but I was laughing to myself and had to share. I hope it's relatively funny to some of you:

Alyssa Milano



"Women are innately self-conscious. This is not a choice; it's a gender-wide condition. On a bad day, I look in the mirror and see my ten-pound-heavier alter ego. Her name is Bertha. On a really bad day, Bertha sees her two-hundred-pound-heavier alter ego. Her name is Brian Dennehy."

This inspires me to have an alter ego on those bad days. I'm taking suggestions for names.
I did have a wonderful Christmas/ New Years break, in case you were wondering. And I hope I'll post about it later. For now I'm home, and that means I have to empty the 26 boxes and bags that are concealing my carpet. I'll let you know when I find it again.
Loves.