Messes and meltdowns: A potty story

We tried to potty train Poppy a few months ago using the method that my mother-in-law used on two of her three children and on our niece. The book she used is called “Toilet Training in Less Than a Day” by Nathan Azrin. The basic premise calls for a pottying doll to show the child the general concept. Once they get what you’re trying to accomplish, you ply the child with whatever beverages and snacks they love the most and have a frantic afternoon of running to and from the potty. And in just hours, your child is potty trained.

With the help of copious amounts of M&Ms, my mother-in-law’s children were potty trained by naptime. Sophie took a bit longer, but she was also trained at 18 months — pretty darned early and a fact in which Sophie takes a considerable amount of pride. We were enthusiastic and had no doubt that Poppy would have similar success.

Alas, there was no joy in Mudville.

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Menu Plan Monday: Takin' it easy.

Monday: Creamy Corn Soup.
This will be the first recipe I’ve tried from “Mexican Everyday” by Rick Bayless. I love Mexican food, but my culinary repertoire doesn’t contain much beyond enchiladas and tacos. I’m hoping “Mexican Everyday” might help change that!

Tuesday: Cheesy curried chicken.
Between a doctors appointment for me, a “class” at the arboretum for Poppy and a visit from the in-laws, Tuesday is shaping up to be a busy day. (Admittedly, my busy days aren’t as busy as some people’s relaxing days.) Fortunately, this recipe converted to the Crockpot very well.

Wednesday: Chicken nuggets with mac ‘n’ cheese.
Rockford won’t be home for dinner, so Poppy and I are going to have an easy, Pi-friendly dinner.

Thursday: Fish stick po’ boys.
Quick, easy and yummy. What’s not to love?

Friday: Pizza.
We’ve ordered pizza for the last couple of Fridays, but we’ll be making our own this week. Pepperoni, pineapple and “Friday Night Lights.” A winning combination.

Rockford and the technicolor dream job

Scene: In bed. The wee hours. A clatter wakes Nichole.

Nichole, groggily: Rockford? What was that?

Rockford, speaking clearly: Don’t worry. I was just working on that problem.

Nichole works to clear the cobwebs from her brain and sits up. Rockford is on his side, with his hands extended toward his nightstand.

N: What?

A: I’m working on that problem they gave us last night. Don’t worry.

Nichole realizes Rockford isn’t awake after all. She goes back to sleep. Awhile later — another clatter. Nichole opens her eyes and glances over at Rockford, who is once again hard at work knocking things off his nightstand.