You know your a mother when...
Ok, so today I had one of those moments that will mark me forever down in the "I am officially a mom of a toddler" hall of fame. We moved into our new home in September and I have met most of my neighbors, with the exception of girl next door. She is one of those really stylish, beautiful people (about my age) who look like they just walked off an episode of Friends or something like that...somewhat intimidating is my point. I had been to a subdivision meeting and saw her there, but she never said anything and so the whole thing made me even more intimidated. Ok...so fast forward to today. Landon and I went shopping and the GAP outlet had some great sales so I bought him a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for summer. When we got home, he peeled the long Gap sticker off of the shirt and stuck it to my forehead. I kept meaning to take it off, but naptime was nearing and I still had to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for him, so I got busy making lunch and completely forgot about the big long sticker sticking to my forehead. In the middle of lunch, there is a knock at my door...and there she is...my beautiful, intimidating neighbor is at my door. So of course, I get up and answer the door the whole time thinking...man I wish I could look in a mirror, I have really big hair today (and various other self-defeating thoughts). Well, ends up that she locked herself out of her house so she calls her husband and stays to chat while he drives here to let her in. Ok, so she was really nice, and aside from being beautiful was not too intimidating at all. About half way through our discussion, I go to tuck my hair behind my ears bc it is feeling like a fro and lo and behold...my hand runs across the big blue sticker stuck on my forehead. Ok, so I was mortified. But I took it instride hoping that one day when she has children maybe she will have a moment when I catch her with snot on her shirt or baby food in her hair or something like that. I will keep you posted as to if I ever talk to her again...she may have thought me too weird to ever associate with again...who knows.
So this whole thing has me wondering about womanly self-esteem. Why is it that we judge others on their appearance and care so deeply about our own? Why did I think she was untouchable or unpersonable just because she was beautiful? Here is a much greater question...why did I feel less "cool" bc I have a two year old and she and her husband have their freedom? Why does having a child at such a young age make me feel like I don't fit in with other mothers (bc they all seem to be 5 to 10 years older than me) and I don't fit in with non-mothers (bc I am one). Why is it that I feel I have to offer people the fact that Landon was unexpected so that they don't group me into the "we don't believe in birth control" or "we want 20 kids" clubs. Why in the world do I even care what people think? Oh wait...there it is, my characteristic flaw...I have ALWAYS cared way too much what others think of me and how they judge me, and now my family. I wonder if I will ever get away from that...how do you just stop caring what people think of you?
Enough introspection. It is Friday which means it is PIZZA night in the Hunsberger household. This is my favorite night of the week bc it means that I do not have to cook! Little Caesars and Papa Johns offer wonderful 5 dollar pizzas and we partake of one each Friday night. Landon even knows...he informed me this morning that it was "Bahe (Pizza) Night" tonight.
Potty Training Pitfall today...he informed me he had to go potty, but he did so as he was running down the hall GOING potty without any diaper or underwear on...which yes, means that I had a mess to clean up. At least he knows when he has to.... 
He also told me he had to go at the Gap, which after seeing their toilets, I promptly told him to go in his diaper :) The UPSIDE of this is that we bought a seat to go on top of the real toilet instead of a potty chair...and thankfully, he loves it. This means that we do not have to do any of the nasty, disgusting emptying of potty chairs...he just climbs up, does his business, and flushes. I highly recommend this route... :)
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