My littlest has taken quite well to potty training so far. Actually, it probably shouldn't be called potty training. Let's just call it potty letting in my house. The word training assumes that I'm actively doing something to help my son along in this process. The reality is, I just forget to put pants on him.
In fact, this kid is so enthusiastic about potty training, he takes care of his potty himself . . .
. . . by running the full bucket, across the house, to the big toilet. (Do you like my censorship!? Haha!)
My middle child did the same thing, too, but back then, we didn't have carpet on every single floor surface like we do here.
So, I'm pretty glad we haven't, um, replaced the old carpet yet. Clearly.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
This morning, I was tasked with sweeping our very large driveway so that Willis could seal it when he returns from work. It sounds simple enough, but with three kids, it isn't. I don't know what it is about a kid and a broom, but there is some magical force that actually makes them stand where sweeping needs to happen—even if there's hundreds of square feet of available space surrounding.
|"Hey, buddy. Could you stand not there?"|