I hope black widows are not a protected or endangered species, because V killed 6 of them last night, one by one, with a fly swatter. They had set up camp on the fence along the side of the house. I 'm sure there has been a considerable decline in the local flying insect population, but it's just too risky to leave them there (waiting) with three little kids running around. What it is about us and black widows?
Last night I made homemade potstickers. Since I didn't have a recipe, I made it up myself. They turned out dry and bland. Next time I'll use a recipe (perhaps look for one with an asian-loooking name attached). I guess that's why the standard is ground pork instead of ground turkey breast. And I should have used more vegetables. I didn't want them to turn out too wet, but instead they were the opposite. (The kids enjoyed them, but they have odd taste.)
Today, after swimming, it was off to M.A.R.S. again. It was the same staff as last week. The kids played with hula hoops and jump ropes. They had snacks, did a craft and played trac ball. Next I dragged three kids to the laboratory to have my regular labs done. Since it was 1:30 by the time we left, I had to stop at the drive-through(s) for lunch. I was feeling generous since it was 2 pm (I figured lines would be non-existant by that hour), so we waited for both Burger King and McDonalds.
A had another "success" today. It consisted of me catching her standing and str
aining in the living room, grabbing her, running to the nearest potty chair, whipping her pull-up down, and plunking her onto the potty. As her butt grazed the seat, I ever-so-gently plopped the "fallout" of her labors out of the pullup and in to the potty. Of course, everything stopped at this point. It's as if everything clenches up once she hits the potty. She thinks she is successful, wants a sticker on her reward chart, and a "potty party". We clap and cheer, but I tell her, there will be no party (or cake) until she is using the potty all the time.
aining in the living room, grabbing her, running to the nearest potty chair, whipping her pull-up down, and plunking her onto the potty. As her butt grazed the seat, I ever-so-gently plopped the "fallout" of her labors out of the pullup and in to the potty. Of course, everything stopped at this point. It's as if everything clenches up once she hits the potty. She thinks she is successful, wants a sticker on her reward chart, and a "potty party". We clap and cheer, but I tell her, there will be no party (or cake) until she is using the potty all the time.
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