a few minutes ago while i was working on my computer next to the window so i could kind of watch the kids play outside, lula ran in to announce, "diesel pooped in the yard!" oh dear heavens!
why, you may ask, did i find my two year old naked in the backyard with a log of poop happily resting by his foot? this is a mystery parents have yet to solve. and though we'll never really know why these things occur, we do know what it means: it's time for potty training!
ugh! let me tell you why potty training is NOT on my agenda right now. my brother, along with his gracious wife and darling four children, are currently living with us for a while. we have two households worth of furniture in our house and enough toddler energy to power a small city.
we are also moving in three weeks. so i'm trying to pack up boxes while lula follows me around asking where this and that is and diesel has meltdowns because i already packed his guitar.
need i go on to make my case? I'M not ready, but apparently diesel is. again, ugh!!! (oh...did i mention that lula joined her brother by peeing in the backyard? animals, people! they're little animals! thank goodness the cousins weren't around to join in!)
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