So, I finally contacted a photographer-friend of mine that we’ve used in the past about a family-maternity photo session as well as a newborn session, and I totally underestimated how much that shit costs! My photographer-friend offered to do it for us for the low, low price of just $750 (ugh). I looked online to see how she compares to other photographers, and they’re all more than that, most of them by hundreds of dollars. Sheesh.
Still, this is something I just can’t not do.
I told my husband and he, of course, freaked. He said it’s not fair that I would get to spend that much money on something like this but he can’t get a PlayStation. I reminded him that I never forbade him from getting a PlayStation. He asked me what I thought, and I said I didn’t think it was a wise decision right now. That’s it. If getting a PlayStation means as much to him as this photoshoot means to me, then who am I to stop him?
It looks like we’re going to do the irresponsible thing and just get both, even if it puts us into debt.
In other news, this morning we had a conversation about potty training. The only conversation we’ve had up until this point is, “I’m not ready yet. Cool?” “Cool.”
I explained that, as far as I can see, we have two options. We can do the “potty training boot camp” approach, where we dedicate three days of our life to nothing but potty training. That’s what my sister did, and that’s what Terra did. OR, we can wait until our daughter is feeling a little more self motivated, and point her at the toilet when she’s ready. This is what we did with some of the kids I nannied, and, while there were some judging stares as the kids approached three years of age, it was totally painless and easy. Once they were ready to pee in the toilet, they did. No accidents. No headaches. At this point, the second approach looks more appealing to me, but I’m open to the first approach, too.
My husband suggested a “soft approach” now, and I was like, “We already tried that. Our daughter is not motivated. That’s why it didn’t stick.”
After some brainstorming, we came up with a new plan. Before, we were asking our daughter if she wanted to try to pee-pee in the toilet, and the first few days she was into it, but then she completely lost interest. Moving forward, we’re not going to ask her. We moved our daughter’s potty chair out of the bathroom and into her bedroom next to her changing table. From now on, every time we change her diaper, we are just going to have her sit on the potty chair—no pressure to pee or anything—just so she gets comfortable sitting on it. It won’t be framed as a choice, but just as part of the diaper changing routine. We also decided we’re going to buckle down on a diaper changing schedule. And that’s it. That’s the plan.
I feel whatever about it, kind of like I’ve felt the whole time. In my mind, I still think waiting until she’s older is going to be the easiest approach. This plan doesn’t really rule that out, which is nice. It seems like the main reason we’re doing it is to appease my husband’s parents, I guess. I don’t know. And, honestly, I don’t really care. Whatever means I don’t have to argue with people: that’s what’s motivating me at this point. I just do not have the energy to deal with it.
This evening, in about four hours, is my dinner with Katie. So that should… not be fun. But, again, whatever. Just doing what I gotta do.
Until next time <3
Last updated April 11, 2021