X doesn't always mark the spot

I knew it was a winning streak that couldn't continue forever. Work life is going very well, and I'm getting positive attention. Home life is going well. I've been able to give CU-3 positive attention, until now.

For about a month now I've started to take this whole potty training thing in earnest, following CU-3 around, constantly nagging her if she has to pee. Success. I'd found the key. It was working so well. I took it up a knotch. I started having her go commando. More success. Until ... tonight ...

X (formerly known as CU-3) marks the spot, on one chair, on another chair, and .... IN MY BED! My bed!! What possessed this beautiful creature of my loins to pee in my bed! ON MY SIDE! I'd heard of cats and dogs taking it out on their owners when they were not happy. Is this the same not-so-subtle comment to something I've said and done?

So, I got a little mad ... called her rotten baby and kind of yelled at her telling her she should know better now that she's two! Oh well. A lot of water under the bridge (and sofa, and bed, and chair ...).

Now that the world knows, maybe I'll never have another visitor?! Or they'll all take to the floor. (But that's not safe either! ;-)

Why

I'm keeping the prospects of CU-4 slightly under wraps. I'm letting it be broadly know to hill and yon, with the exception of announcing this to a few who are very very close to me. I haven't told CU-1 or 2 yet for concern that they will, inturn, tell their Father.

My ex-DH and I do not have a good relationship, and, well, if how he took the coming and subsequent birth of CU-3 is any sign, I better be braced for the worst.

I don't write about X-DH frequently. There's not much of a point to do so. He's who he is, and, well, there are a whole lot more pleasant and fun news to pass along to friends and family. That being said, I throw out this question to the universe:

Why. Why would he act as he does in the name of love?

A Sally Field moment

They like me! They really like me!

About an hour after coming back from the cottage, surveying the damage of not tending to the garden now for about two weeks (between the nausea of stooping, big rain storms, and just general blahs), a familiar looking fellow redish brown hair, full beard, slight pot belly and black shorts came up to me. For a minute, I thought my DH had changed into something a lot more casual. It turns out that it was our super shy neighbor from across the street who came over to say that liked my unusal garden. Well, if truth be told, that made my day. (And sent me back in to override the blahs to pull 30 minutes work of quack grass.)

It was love at first sight

Today, during a very personal close up, I got to meet CU3.5, not due for a full number until early 2007.

I saw the heart beat. 141 beats per minute. I'm in complete and utter awe.

Fish food in the bath tub

"Why is there fish food in the bath tub" CU2 patiently asked her Papa tonight.

CU2 had strongly expressed her opinions of bathing with CU3 who now has a notable reputation for loosing control at inopportune times. Apparently this one was one of them.

I learned of this incident as I returned from a recon missing with CU1 - it was a bit of mother-child bonding that we'd not had in a long long time. (We found some good garden editions!)

Poor CU2. Scarred for life.

There's lots to write about

But I'm too tired.

Weather has been great, so great that the garden needs my attention.

The children have been great, so great that they don't need my attention, thus allowing me the opportunity to attend to my garden.

However, none of that is really happening. Instead I'm going out on regular walks around my hood taking photographs. It's become my new addiction.

For those of you who do read this blog and like a riddle, here's one for you.

He shoots, he scores.