Today
was Ashley’s open house for a summer preschool program. A few
interesting things happened and I learned that I am not a bad parent, nor is my
daughter nearly as bad as I feared. Ashley is stubborn like me and
her father. I’m hoping as she gets older we will be able to channel
this into something good, but right now it means she refuses to be
potty-trained. This is a problem because she cannot attend the
program that I am paying for until she is potty-trained. I can
cancel any sessions up to the Monday beforehand without any fees being tacked
on, so I need to either get her potty trained this weekend, or get the first
session canceled on Monday. Here’s the funny thing, she knows when
she has to go but will only tell me if she is in the bathtub. I
think this has to do with the last time she pooped in the tub and I was sternly
disappointed. I wish I could remember the incident clearly because
she hasn’t had an accident in the bathtub since then.
Anyway
at the open house there was this pretty little blond girl. For the
longest time I couldn’t figure out who her parents were because no one was
keeping an eye on her that I could tell and there were no natural blondes among
the parents. Well during the open house when my mom had her back in
the classroom since she was being a little girl, Blondie started pushing Ashley
around and taking toys away from her. I don’t know this was
happening so when we migrated back to the classroom I was oblivious to this
history. At one point during the presentation on the program, Ashley
went to the back of the room where one of the teachers was and discovered a
hamster in a cage. She watched his animal in his cage intently for
several minutes when Blondie came over and pushed her out of the way. I
went to get out of my chair but the teacher motioned that it was ok, so I
decided to wait and see what would happen next. (Which is my
favorite thing to do!) Blondie kept pushing Ashley, and Ashley kept
pushing back. After several minutes passed, I retrieved Ashley and
had her sit with me for a while. Ashley stayed away from Blondie at
that point.
Someone
I went to school with was there with her son and I have to say it was odd
seeing her. Lauren looks old for her age and I know she’s got to be
26 or close to it like me. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still pretty
and everything but she would have looked better at 26 if she’d cut back on time
at the tanning booth a bit. Her tan just looked odd, so I think she
make be using a spray on but her skin looked leathery. I guess I’m glad
now that I could never commit to going to the tanning salon when it wasn’t
preparation for a vacation. I would love to be a little darker, or
at least make some of my old tan lines disappear. I have one on my
right arm from an epic burn when we were in Mexico last year visiting
Alberto. I charbroiled my arm from about mid-bicep on down for
sitting in a car for 2 hours with the sun beating on my unprotected arm. Ashley
was vomiting in the backseat so you’ll understand I wasn’t worried so much
about my arm, but rather my poor sick baby in the back seat. The
rest of our time in Mexico was dotted with random people coming up to me
offering sunscreen or aloe vera lotion for my arm. I was dubbed ‘la
más tostada’ and so Ashley became ‘hija de la tostada’ every time she did
something worth commenting on.
Those
memories still make me smile. Hopefully we get to make some more
memories like that soon!
Ciao
La
más tostada
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