How do you spell poop?

I was sitting at my computer reading the few leaked chapters of Midnight Sun off of Meyer's website (go ahead, hate me) and Camille was sitting beside me at the little table coloring with markers. She asked me not too long ago to teach her how to read. So we have been working on our letters here and there. I thought she was coloring when she asked me if Cooper (one of our dogs) poops in the potty or outside. Normal 3 year old question. Then, "How do you spell poop?" I'm an honest mom, I told her. P-O-O-P. Next thing I know, she asks"Is this a 'p'?" It was indeed. Beautiful, actually. A very well-done 'p'. What a warm moment. Proud, even. Then to make it better, she leaned down over her paper and she spelled the word poop. "Mom, does this spell poop?" I laughed exuberantly. How perfect! The first word she spells on her own without a stitch of help is poop. I've taken a pic with the camera I got for Christmas from Jason. But, I have no idea to download the pictures yet. That will have to come later.

Poop!

For Jenny

The link you couldn't get to. It was hard for me to find again, too.
http://www.dadgonemad.com/2008/07/where-the-wild.html

I have to admit...

No matter how embarrassing. No matter how incredulous I was at the entire subject. I'm sold. I've read two of the books in the series in a matter of two days. I have the other two waiting for me to finish some household cleaning that needs to be done today. How fast do you think I'm going to clean this house? Faster than ever, I guarantee. The only problem? Dealing with my depression once the books are completely read. But, I can't draw it out.

I'm a desperate fan of the Twilight series. There I said it. I'm guilty. I've already scheduled to go see the movie with some of my other 30-something girlfriends. All of us married with kids.

Oh my.

Loved this thought.

I was reading www.girlsgonechild.net for the first time today and the author had posted a link to an article that she had written a couple years back that had been rejected by a magazine. I'm glad it was, because it was a comforting read for me right now. Her background was a bit more extreme than mine, but the author had had a taste of what her life was before she had kids and was married and how she felt like a stranger in that setting now. How she was racing to get home to her husband and kids when the night was over, impatient at the stoplights and actually mumbling under her breath, "Come on. Come on. Come on." One of the comments that a reader left at the end of the post stuck with me and if I knew her name I would give her credit:

"It always seems so hard to walk away from our old self...until we meet the new one...and she seems pretty cool."

Maybe that's my new mantra for this aging thing and for moving into motherhood and marriage with 3.

First birthday turmoil.

I always thought that it was sad when others said they were having a hard time with their impending birthdays. Birthdays should be celebrated, enjoyed, cherished! 30 was a breeze for me. I felt as if I had achieved a momentous milestone and I enjoyed it. I did cherish it.

However, tomorrow is number 31 for me. I don't feel celebrated. I just feel old. Sorry if I ever pitied you for your sorrow in aging. I've now joined you.