My toddler is a little scammer
Non-parents, ignore this entire paragraph, and skip to the next headline.ย It’s boring.
I’m laughing as I am writing this because we have just started potty training with a modicum of success (*tears of joy*), and he is actually ASKING to go sit on the potty, and gets there IN TIME.
It is exactly as a kind reader had told me in an earlier rambling: YES! IT WORKS!
It is age 2 years and about 9 months that your toddler boy will have potty training “click”.
Dear Reader: THANK YOUย SO MUCH.
*more tears of joy*
You have no idea, until you are a parent, how happy potty training can make you when it works.
Sick, right?
I mean if you had told me before child, that I’d be so interested in the toilet of another human being and that it would bring me so muchย frustration and joy, I would have called you crazy.
We just haven’t done this full time yet because I need to take him to the doctor to check out his bum and then we are home-bound and going at this full blast soon.
Bla bla bla.
ANYWAY, the real point of me telling you all of this is that my toddler is a full-blown scam artist in the making.
Once he figured out that Potty + Pee = Sticker, he started going on the potty, and HOLDING IT IN, only allowing a little to trickle out to get a sticker each time.
It kind of went like this:
Baby Bun: More potty?
Me: YES! Let’s go! YAY!! *SMILES*
Baby Bun: Potttyyyy!! *singing*… Sticker???!! … *singing*
Me: Yes, Baby Bun gets a sticker if he goes on the potty.
Baby Bun: *goes a little and stops*.. PEE!! BABY BUN PEE!! STICKER! STICKER! MOMMY! STICKER!!!!
Me: OK. *goes through the routine* Now Baby Bun gets a sticker!
Baby Bun: STICKER!!!! *pastes it on a paper*.. Fuzzy! Fuzzy!.. MORE POTTY?!?!? *runs towards the bathroom*.. Mooooore stickers??? MORE MORE! POTTY! MORE STICKER?????
Me:.. I’ve created a monster.
What a little scammer!!!!
The first few times I was taken in, and I was cheering, smiling, flushing, washing hands, and handing him a sticker.. but by sticker #7 I started to smell something fishy.
Now, I told him the NEW rules are that to get a sticker, you need to do a REAL pee in the potty. I actually push a little on his belly and ask him: More? Is there more in there?
Itย worked for a few days but now he’s resisting my efforts, even with stickers dangling in his face.
Two steps forward, 4 steps back.
Looking hot at 62ย going au naturel is impossible
So Christie Brinkley is still smokin’ hot after 62 years.
She is about my mother’s age, and she looks younger than I do.

Source
At first, Iย bought into all of that hype of eating well (she’s mostly vegan), great genes, working out, bla bla bla.. I was so excited because she has said (and hairdressers have confirmed) that she didn’t have any facelifts, because there are no telltale (even minute) scars on her face and neck where they cut into your skin.
..but she has admitted to using Botox and fillers.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate on her for that, I am just sad that there seems to be no amazing role model and option whoย can’t age gracefully without resorting to Botox in the neck, and fillers to smooth out wrinkles and lines.
Why do we hate on wrinkles so much, and aging on women?
Do men get these procedures? Do they dye their hair? Bother about wrinkles? NO.
And they still land super hot, super smart wivesย because they’re still attractive.
I myself am debating aging gracefully (letting white hairs that seem to multiply day after day with a toddler) grow in and be free to be who they are, or consider things that are non-invasive like dying my hair, or even a filler here and there.
Am I vain enough?
Not sure, but I am wondering what is wrong with me to want to look younger and buy into this hype even though I intellectually knowย it is stupid and a load of crap.
Who am I trying to attract?
What am I trying to prove? That I am still going to be attractive to society of all ages, shapes & sizes even at the age of a grandmother?
I’m also starting to think that genes play a huge role because my partner’s side of the family (siblings) look crazy youngย for their age, like 10-15 years younger, minimum!
Food for thought.
Never imagined I’dย ever be an author
Have you ever imagined you’d ever write a book?
I used to pretend that I was a writer when I was a little girl, and it was blatantly ripped off The Little Princess:
I’d imagine my favourite toys, foods and things I wanted but did not have like matching bedsheets (with a matching bed ruffle as well, mind..), a television set and my very own pink telephone.
I used to pretend to “write” at my book, and when my mother came in to call me to dinner, I’d say: Not now Mommy, I’m WRITING…. with an air of being very rushed for an important deadline.
Maybe that’s where I started with all of this blogging bidness, to fulfill a secret childhood dream.
Anyway, the good news is I wrote the book.
The bad news is that life is throwing me a lot of curveballs (I cannot say on this blog quite yet), and I do not have time to continue on the book, as in:
- Review
- Format into .epub format (what a #*%#&@$(* job it is)
I have decided not to go the ISBN route and go through conventional bookstores.
It’s going to sell directly on the blog so I can lower the price for everyone, otherwise retailers take up to 50% of your revenues just to sell the book.

