The good and the very bad

The good news is what is getting me through today.

Maia has gone over a week without her pacifier. She asked for her "assi" once yesterday and that was the only time in a whole week. It pretty much happened overnight without any trouble whatsoever. That's how it was with Noah, too. I only wish potty training would be that easy.

She pooped on the potty today. She told me! And she pee-peed twice. (Yay!) But she easily forgets. She was sitting on my lap when all of the sudden I felt something warm. I didn't even think twice about it (I thought it was just her warm bum sitting on my lap) until I noticed I was sitting in a pool. Gross. So, back into a diaper we went. It takes time. And I'm glad we've came this far. But the pacifier thing makes me really really happy. Especially because of this news that makes me want to vomit.

Bad news is this. I think I lost 5 client's photographs. Makes me want to throw up. I probably will if I don't find them. I've searched the 3 cards that I thought they were on. I even bought a $200 recovery program to find them. To no avail. And it makes me sick. I still have 3 cards to check but I am 99% sure they are not on there. I do not hardly ever use those cards anymore. They are 2 GB and very slow. I usually use my fast 4.0 GB cards. I really really want to throw up. I've even had the thought of leaving town. I do not want to face these people. (What will I say? I don't even think I could face them without crying. It is just that upsetting to me. And one was a maternity session in which my client had the baby.) This is bad. Very bad. And I need prayers. Please. Please. Please. I hope this isn't a selfish plea. But I need a miracle.

There are not many times I hate my job, but today I do. With a vengeance.

Are we on to something?

My daughter is amazing me right this moment.

For about a week now, when she poops, she tells me right away. She says "poopy" and grabs her bottom, tugging at her diaper. So we always change it right away. (This is something that never started with Noah until he was 3! Maia is 17 months!)

Today, before I even knew she had pooped, she went into her room, grabbed a diaper, walked back out to me and sat it on my lap. I could smell something raunchy and said to her "do you want your poopy diaper changed?" and she responded with a nod "yes"! Ohmygoodness! Could this possibly be potty training at it's grandest? (I'm going to knock-on-wood as I say this is wonderful!!)