Oh Mickey...

One of the side effects of prednisone is, as the dermatologist put it, "You may feel peppy." Oh man, right now I am so full of pep it's hilarious. I took a shower and was doing fake-cheerleader moves to that 1980s song "Oh Mickey what a pity I'm in love with you..." I chattered to mr. flea about the fabulous "Evolution of Dance" video at YouTube, then dashed out the door, and spent the bus ride with racing thoughts like this: "We should cook elaborately more. This weekend what will I get at the farmer's market? I want mr. flea to either make me a pie of make me homemade ice cream with fresh strawberries for mother's day. I forgot to look up that book for Tonya. Monday is the last day for a playdate with Tonya - I should get mr. flea to call her. And make sure to talk to her about the plan for my delivery. Maybe we should go to a baseball game this weekend. What a pretty dog." Et. Cetera. I'm kind of exhausted from just sitting still.

My face looks great. My inner thighs are purple, but nobody has to see them but me.

I wonder when the crash is coming...

go team potty!

Casper got up this morning and had a dry diaper, mr. flea reports, and did a big pee on the potty. AND we got her to poop in the potty last night. It's so fun to watch your kid master a skill so quickly. I'm glad we didn't push this earlier when she was completely not interested; it would have been maddening for us and her.

(Of course, there are still accidents; I forgot to have her sit on the potty before we left school yesterday, and she promptly peed before the bus came, and so we were both soaked, but not by rain. And she peed on our bed last night, too. Given we've been doing this a week now, I'm still really impressed.)

Slightly less peppy now. It's hard being so freaking peppy - so distractable. A nice change from exhausted, however.