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right so big parenting weekend.

on saturday morning, pretty much on his own volition, the capt sat on his potty and pissed in it. pretty crazy stuff. we’re not pushing the potty training thing, though it’d be nice and all. but he did it and he knew it was a pretty big deal and it was fun for the whole family. we went and bought undies for him afterwards. now he just wants to wear those. i’m not sure he’s ready.

trauma:

background: every year the lovely city of bawlmer, in early january, provides allows its residents to drive their dry, needleless xmas trees to a high school parking lot and  they will grind the trees. if you want said mulch, you can have it, though i’ve never seen anyone actually take any. it’s good b/c you know the tree isn’t just gonna go in to a landfill where it will slowly rot for 100 years in anaerobic decomposition, and it also pushes us to get the tree down so we can reclaim the 1/3 of our living room that it takes up.

so yesterday (sunday) natty took down all the ornaments and lights and shit, and i thought the capt would find it fun to come a long to deposit the tree and perhaps watch a few get shredded.

right.

so they stop shredding trees at 2 pm, we left the house at 1:53 PM. the whole way we had a fun time yelling “GO GO GO GO” and ” HURRY HURRY HURRY” and shit. we get ot the place, i’m about to hop out to un bungie the tree and the capt, says, pleadingly “take me with you, don’t leave me in here” and i say, i can’t hold you and un bungie the tree. but he was having non of that shit, so cue the uber meltdown, this flavor was laden with “don’t leave me dada, don’t leeeeve meeee”  as if i didn’t feel shitty enough.

i’m actually glad i didn’t take him out, the air was all full of pine dust, and while it smelled lovely, it burned my eyes and my throat, but try explaining that to a 2.5 yr old.

so i rush and the guy takes the tree and i hop back in teh car, and the capt is wailing and carring on. so if finlly get him to calm down a bit, and ask him if he wants to watch trees get shredded. he says yes, then, i think it finally clicked as to what was going on. his eyes went wide, and he says “i want my christmas tree back, i don’t want it to be shredded, i want MY CHRISTMAS TREE BACK”. doh. so i basically peel out of the parking lot, and head home as fast as i can.

he calms down again, but for the rest of the day, i’m peppered with “daddy, i didn’t want you to leave me–why did you leave me?” and “daddy, i want my christmas tree back, why did you take my tree away” yay for parenting.

though right before he fell asleep, i asked if he was still angry at me, and he said no. nevertheless i expect this to be the major event in his life that will  shape his personality, and eventually lead to him pushing me off a bridge or something.

how was your weekend?