This weekend I couldn’t find Azita’s Crocs, or more specifically one of her Crocs. I hate Crocs on adults, but they are freakin’ adorable on a kid and might I add that they are the easiest shoes to get on and off a wriggly toddler. I looked everywhere, and they were nowhere to be found. “Have you seen Azita’s other Croc,” I asked Roger. Suddenly Azita stopped playing with her cars, got up, reached behind the autoharp (don’t ask) wedged between the couch and the bookshelf and stood up with a Croc in hand.
Azita won’t let me use the facilities in peace. She runs in after me every single time. I haven’t relieved myself without an audience in months. Saturday night she ran after me once again, only this time she was tugging at her diaper. I helped her take it off, since it seemed a little wet anyways, and she promptly sat on her little potty and started grunting. Thirty seconds later I was cleaning a poop out of her potty for the first time.Â I have not been potty training. I only took the potty out of the box, so she would get used to seeing it around. So, yes, I am kind of amazed. And no, I did not take a picture.
Autumn is here, and the weather has been surprising autumnal. Normally Autumn in Virginia is still hot and steamy, except with more rain. Not only has it been cool and dry most days, but today is the first day it’s rained in…well, I can’t remember the last time it rained. This after one of the hottest summers we’ve ever experienced and a winter that featured Snowmaggedon.
I’m been sick for over a week now, and I can’t shake it. It is very hard to get out of the house unless I absolutely have to. This weekend, after much moping, I finally gave the couch a little break from my bum and went for a walk with Roger and Azita. It was uneventful and not as enjoyable as usual but then we made our way a couple miles down the road and realized that it was Clarendon Day. It’s basically a big block party with vendors and music and food from all the yummy restaurants and slides and stuff for the kids. We all, especially Azita, had a blast, and four hours later we made our way home with Indian food from Delhi Club in our bellies and 4 -5 miles of walking under our belts. Oh, and of course we stopped at Red Mango for our favorite treat, a little tart yogurt with fresh fruit.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that sometimes when you’re in a funk thinking about all the small and amazing things in your life makes you feel just a little bit better. I know I feel better already.