and the first one to try it out was Peanut. She's going to be potty trained before Monkey Boy you watch. Though in his defense he does stay on task when he's in underwear all day. I got lazy for awhile there and did Pull Ups but those bad boys are sucking the money right out of me. Plus the boy would stand there, look at me, stand there some more then say, "Oh, I just peed in my Pull Up Mommy." Yeah, no more of those during the day.
Mommy: Good job Peanut! You peed in the potty chair!!
Monkey Boy: It's not a potty chair Mommy, it's a TOIL...ET.
I guess I was put in my place. I was also informed that it's not the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz (that we have watched ad nauseum the last two days). No, it's the Ravioli guy. What do I know? Not much if you ask my son. And it gets worse when they are teenagers? I remember me as a teen. Oh god. I'm in trouble.
Something has gone horribly awry with the left side of my back. I can't hold my head straight or lift my arms above my shoulders. Good thing the keyboard isn't that high. Seariously though, it's not really conducive to two urchins who like to run away when you yell at them in pain to get back here before you pass out from said pain. They just laughed. Evil little urchins. I'll get you my prettys. I'll get you.