Discoveries and confirmations over the weekend.

[saffronhare]

1. My capacity for sleep continues to astound me. I really, really love to get me some good sleep.
2. Imperfection is survivable, and even has a comfy little place on the bell curve of experiences.
3. Apparently, I have pretty clavicles. I am inordinately pleased with this, even if nobody else thought it was funny that I cross-dressed as a Hellenic-type person who liked fairies.
4. It will not, in fact, kill me to mostly let people live with the inconsistencies that keep their lives comfortable and their consciousnesses untroubled. Even better when that person I sometimes let be is my very own self.
5. All your lacquer sweet & sour sauce are belong to me! (No, I didn't *actually* use a straw.)
6. Auditioning is still the sweet, hot rush that I remember (heat and humidity notwithstanding).
7. Princess Sticky is more likely to begin changing her own diapers than to give in to potty training pressures -- bribes or otherwise. In fact, she's already changing her own diapers at least 50% of the time. (sigh)

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Potty woes

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Sir Dynamo was quite adamant that he would not poop in the potty (peeing was no problem at all... come on, it's cool for boys) because he was not going to grow up... but I luckily found out that he was afraid to grow up because he thought (as he had been told by his sperm-donor) that when he grew up, he would have to leave the house. I corrected the very wrong notion that he had to leave when he grew up, and he started pooping in the potty. I love toddler logic.