potty time

Lately I'm prone to think my child may be the very child who inspired the Manneken Pis. When Caleb successfully answered the call of nature, it was if the clouds parted & the sun was streaming directly into our bathroom window, the birds chirped, & Caleb was transformed into a a bronze garden statute delightfully urinating in a lovely flower garden. I used to think those sorts of statues were creepy. Obviously, you need a potty training toddler to appreciate the charm.

toys

Thank you, mom & dad, and the makers of the Bob the Builder Toolbench! I would like to congratulate you on the fact that your gift/product has driven me to the brink of insanity... My two year-old has used the cordless drill to drill everything from our walls to his belly-button. I breathed a deeeeeep sigh of relief when that thing ran out of batteries. Only to suck it all back in again, raising my blood pressure & displaying that bulging vain in my forhead, in the process, when Caleb figured that he could make an efficient & recognizable drill noise himself, as he jabbed the 3-in drill bit into his sister's ribs.

here it is

I've got a blog now. Why? Well, because I got the slightest bit of encouragement to do so. It started with my sister-in-law, and then her sister, & I love the feedback I get from facebook, especially when people leave horror stories of their own children. So that's the who & why. That leaves the where, when, & how...
Where: I'll use any semi-clean surface to park the laptop & type.

When: During Ellie's morning nap when Sesame Street is conveintly aired, for caleb's sake (10-11 am). There, Ellie-sleep. Caleb-boob tube. Hopefully, once every week or so. So, if someone would please tell my daughter that now really isn't the best time for her to transition to 1 nap a day, I'd greatly appreciate that...

How: Your guess is as good as mine. My brain is usually in some sort of haze, between sucking down the morning coffee, & adapting to the latest breed of unacceptable (albeit hilarious behavior) & the physical hazard waiting to happen.

My only concession is that you ignore my improper grammar usage, spelling disasters, and immproper word usage... which all could be avoided if there were an extra hour in the day (but I probably would use that extra hour for sleep, not proof-reading and corrections, honestly). And my hope is that other moms will find humor (maybe even say...wow, I'm glad my kids aren't that bad), teenagers will say...I'm really not ready for kids yet. And others will just laugh... see there's something here for everyone.