Poop, Sweetness, and Too Much Drinking

Aden has, I believe, gone a step in the right direction towards potty-training time. He has started to know when he's poopy. Which, I must say, has come in handy since I have had a stuffy nose for the past three days and can't smell when he pooped!

Now, when he knows he's poopy, he comes up to me, looks at me with this sad-looking face, and says "too", or "too-too". I believe by that he means "hey, mom, I pooped".

It's terribly cute.



I have a story to share.

Aden was standing over by the front window, just relaxing and drinking his milk for the evening. I went over and crouched down next to him, and bowed my head down. Richard came up behind us, to see what we were doing, I guess.

Aden started smacking me on the head, and head-butting me. Nice, I know.

Then he decided he didn't want to do that anymore, so he pushed on my forehead so I looked up at him again. Since I had been looking down, my hair was in my face. Aden promptly began to push my hair off of my face, but kept getting mad because it wouldn't stay. Richard helped him and pushed the hair away.

This happened a couple of times -- I put my head down again, and then Aden made me look up and they would push my hair away again.

Then Aden did the most heart-melting thing in the world.

Once my hair was out of my face, he said "mama" in the sweetest little voice I have ever heard. Like once my hair was out of the way, he could see me. Oh, it was so sweet.




And, to finish off, I have some complaining.

Yesterday Richard bought 24 beers.

Now, at 8:30 pm, Richard has about 3 beers remaining.

So today, again, I told him he was drunk. Richard hates when I do that, because for some reason, he cannot openly admit to being drunk, even when it's painfully obvious that he is.

So, after trying to bite my tongue, I said something along the lines of "I don't want to have a conversation while you're drunk." I have said this to him many times before, including last night, as well as tonight. Because, well, it's true. If he's anything but sober, there's no way in hell I crave a good conversation with him. Hell, I don't even want a mediocre conversation with him.

Seriously.

Of course, Richard wasn't fond of my honesty. I tried so hard to explain to him that I know he's not totally blitzed to the point of vomiting and passing out ... and what I mean by "drunk" is really not sober. I told him to look me in the eye and tell me he's sober. Of course if he did that he'd be lying, so he didn't do it. Good choice, buddy.

After that, he said a few things to me that were just downright mean -- though I don't remember exactly what he said ... they weren't mean statements, per se, but a mean attitude went along with them. I started to cry, as I always do, and he says "You know what really pisses me off? You crying all the time."

HELLO, you are the reason I'm crying!

Yeah, real nice ...

From there, he just keeps saying such mean things to me. Gee ... I wonder why I hate his drinking ...




Oh well ... at least I have one sweetie pie in my life ...