Tuesday, May 5, 2009
To get my mind off ALL the batman underwear I've had to wash in the past 3 hours despite the fact I've reminded him EVERY 30 MINUTES to GO POTTY...
Today, my favorite author's fourth book has hit the shelves!
If you've been following me for a while, you'll remember the time I got to meet her; and subsequently embarrass myself.
In fact, you might have read some jealous tweets about another dear friend receiving a surprise in the mail...
But I'm totally over that.
Well, I was until I saw this picture on her facebook page this morning:
Now I'm a bit jealous again.
But as soon as I can leave the house without worrying about someone else's bladder...I'm buying my book, dammit.
Honestly, all three of her previous books have made me laugh so hard I had to lay them down to compose myself.
Hell, I check her blog more than I do my own voice mail! I am not exaggerating here people. Forget about the silly vampire stories, GO! BUY! JEN! (And buy me some gin while you're at it...)
No, I haven't left you all. Last week, I took Deuce to the doctor for his three-year check up and her only concern was that he is still in diapers.
I assure you, just as I did her, it has nothing to do with his ability, but rather my lack of patience with that sort of thing.
When I trained Bonus, okay, actually, he trained himself. I kid you not. The little 28-month-old walked into the living room and said, "I no wear diapers." I said, "You can't pee in your pants then." He never did. He never had an accident during the day or at night. We went with the naked-kid route for a week where he peed in the potty if inside and 'watered the plants' when outside. But that was it. No worries.
The littliest one here is a bit different. He doesn't like being naked; which may or may not have something to do with his brother pointing at his pee-pee every single time. (It's honestly the only reason I get dressed around here too, so I can relate.)
So I decided that today is the day. Come hell or yellow-colored water, we will be done with diapers this week.
There will be tears, there will be a shortage on the East Coast of paper towels, and I may be out of wine in two days...but dammit here we go!
I hate potty training.