In which I say nothing important and yet the post goes on forever

You know you're on a summer blogging slump when you read a fantastically normal day in the life of Tater Mama, and think your completely truthful comment is also good enough to post on your own blog.

And to save you some clicking, because it's just too much work, I'll copy and paste it here for your viewing pleasure:

I would just like to say that in microwave shopping, you want to look for one that it is APPARENT how to only use seconds instead of minutes. My microwave – the numbers 1-9 are minutes, so if you want 45 seconds to melt some cheese on Doritos to eat with sour cream, you have to hit the power button first before you punch the numbers in. Otherwise you get 4 minute cooked cheese on Doritos.

I’m just sayin’

~I did do something a little cool Saturday night. The backstory is that we traveled on Wednesday two hours into the middle of nowhere in Ohio, and Thursday we traveled 2 1/2 hours into the middle of nowhere in Kentucky. I found out that hey! I'm 5 1/2 months pregnant! and I can no longer travel further than 15 minutes with my favorite jean skirt buttoned. And yet, hypothetically, if you also try to turn around in the car and console your shrieking child with said jean skirt unbuttoned, it will fall down and flash the truck drivers.

So I had the brilliant idea to try and make it a maternity skirt. I bought 3/4 yard of navy knit material. Karen probably knows the technical term for it, but it was on the bolt already in a tube shirt-like manner. I folded it in half for extra support, sewed in some elastic in the top, and sewed the loose ends to the waistband of my skirt. On my second try, I remembered that my belly sticks out - so I zipped the fly up halfway and sewed the knit material in a half-moon shape across the zipper.

It's not perfect, but all my maternity shirts are long enough to cover the comfy part, so I'm not concerned about it. And the best part - when I'm done being pregnant, I can just rip out the seam, sew the waistband buttons back on, and no one will be any the wiser.

~Next week we're going to visit my family and do a little field trip to the Ohio Historical Museum and the county fair. I'm so excited - I haven't been to the museum since I was probably in 5th grade. And the county fair? All I have to say is I told Mr Lemon to budget GENEROUSLY for all the fair food I plan to eat.

~This is probably premature bragging, but we've started talking to Zesty about The Potty. I got a great book at the library by a real live mom, Potty Training Your Baby. It has helped me already, because of the positive approach it takes - not telling him that his poopy stinks, or getting upset that he poops.

Just in the last few days, I've purposefully been telling him exactly what he did in his diaper, and not reacting even when IT STANKS. In return, he has started grabbing his crotchal area when we ask him if he went potty in his diaper. I'm pretty sure Mr Lemon thought I was making that up until he saw Zesty do it himself.

Also - he started to pee when I took his diaper off before a bath the other day, and his eyes got big, and seriously ladies - he ran for the toilet.

I haven't even tried to catch anything in the toilet yet. I even just talked to my sister in law the other day and told her I wasn't going to try for awhile longer. It would be great if he would just potty train himself, though.

~And lastly, Zesty likes Reese's pieces. I can't eat them in front of him. Wait, who am I kidding? I can't eat ANYTHING in front of him if I don't plan to share.