What is it about your kid learning how to poop in a toilet that makes you feel like you rock to the enth degree? Jay is now regularly using the toilet (with a seat adjustment because he is terrified of falling in), and this is BIG news in our world. Economy, schenonomy, our kid POOPS IN THE TOILET for goodness sake. As in, flush it down, go away, bye-bye poops, no more diapers, no more wash cloths, no more well… you get the idea.
We are the MAN.
Yes, I know. We will probably have a few relapses. Yes, I know accidents happen. (they... uh.. *cough* still happen to me…sometimes). BUT, last night, he woke me up to help him get to the bathroom to pee. He woke up to pee. HE WOKE UP TO PEE!!!!! Again with the big news in our world.
Ella, however, remains resistant to potty training. At six months, she continues to be stubbornly married to her diapers, even though we offered her painfully cute pink frilly underwear. In response to our offer she blew a raspberry and drooled on Chris’ head.
But, she is mere seconds away from crawling. She scoots and twirls and rolls and scooches, but so far, no organized crawling has occurred. She sort of has the idea, but hasn’t quite got it down. Right now she gets on to all fours, rocks back and forth, and then drags her face along the carpet. Then she looks up at me all surprised, like what “the eff, this crawling thing SUCKS, Mom”.
Ah… rug burn on the forehead.
And now for the joke of the day:
Two women are having a conversation about the upcoming birthday for one of them.
Woman #1: What do you think your husband will get you for your birthday?
Woman #2: Well, he'll send roses, that's a given.
Woman #1: You don't like roses?
Woman #2: It's not that. He just has certain 'expectations' when he sends roses, and I don't feel like being on my back for the next three days with my legs in the air.
Woman #1: Don't you have a vase?
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