Monday, January 12, 2009

In training

We made a very important purchase this weekend: training pants. For Zoe. (duh.)

We've only gotten as far as looking at the picture on the box of a little girl sitting gleefully on her potty, with her pull-ups down around her ankles.

"Mommy, why is she raising her hands?" "Because she's so excited to be using the potty!"

So Zoe and the new training pants went off to school this morning. Her teachers have gotten her to at least sit on the potty, which is more than her parents have done. She now, apparently, removes her pants and diaper and sits on the potty, all by herself (i.e. no hand holding required, which is how they started). She has yet to actually go on the potty, but we're (I should say "they're") getting there.

M and I spent much of the weekend running errands, playing with Zozer and studying. Couple of, ahem, discussions arose over the course of working on our weekly assignments, mainly stemming from the fact that these two classes, unlike our previous classes, are entirely subjective. There is simply no way an engineer and a marketer are going to come to the same conclusions about either organizational behavior or marketing. M likes to call our disagreements "discussions." Ever a fan of pithiness, I prefer the fewer-syllabled (and, in my opinion, more appropriate) "fight." Regardless, we always come out on the other side stronger for having gone through it together, which is what it's all about, eh?

One of our profs this term sent us an e-mail over the weekend, gently reminding us about honesty and integrity and all that stuff, basically saying that even though we're married and live together and study together, we shouldn't cheat. Uh, yeah. Lady, if you could see us arguing over the definition of "marketing issue" which settles into a mutually-agreed silent treatment while we both pound away on our keyboards, you'd know we're so not cheating. M laughed, "Wait til she reads our first case studies...with our different writing styles and our totally different ways of approaching things, she'll know we're not cheating!"

I wanted to respond to her, "If I'm shelling out two grand for each class, you bet your ass I'm going to get as much as I can out of it. I'm not in this to just put some letters behind my name...I actually want to learn new things and improve myself. B****." Okay, so maybe I wouldn't put that last word in there. But still. I'm a little (okay, a lot) insulted that she even felt the need to write anything. I didn't respond at all. Which is probably best.

All in all, good weekend. Homework done and turned in for both classes. Candyland played 20 times. Much of the readings done for this week. Errands run, groceries bought. Bills paid. The house didn't get cleaned and the laundry didn't get done, but there are only so many hours in the day. We did take off a couple hours (from 10:30 p.m. to 12:30 a.m.) Saturday night to watch National Treasure 2. Mindless brain candy. Good stuff.


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