Pink Slip Time

Do you see this face? 

 

 This is the face of a victoriously potty-trained little tike. That is right. Harry has arrived and all I can say is, "Hallelujah!"  The kid has really got it down.  You know that is the case when they will just go on their own, when you don't have to give them a reward besides a high-five, and when they will ask someone else to take them when they are in nursery.  

That means I have five, count them...FIVE potty-trained children.  

This is my official pink slip to Huggies, Pampers, and the mostly generic Walmart diapers I have purchased over the past 10 years.  

Never again.

The Last Frontier

Today we are venturing into the last frontier...potty training the final kid.  I bought a huge bag of Dum-Dums and am rewarding him every time he goes potty.  I haven't been exactly sure if Harry was ready to start and if he has the control to actually do it, but he seems interested and I am frankly tired of changing diapers.


It is time to move on.


I still have the potty seat I used with Eli and I have put it smack dab in the middle of the kitchen floor. I think this has been a good strategy.  A couple of times already Harry has actually gone all by himself.  What can I say? He really likes lollipops.

The Reason They Come Cute

This was my darling daughter a few days ago, with an outfit she kind of put together herself.

Cute, huh?

I have to keep reminding myself of that over and over and over again. 

We are in the throes of potty-training and for some reason she only seems to go number 2 when I put her down for a nap.  So then I don't put her down for a nap and she ends up holding it for more that 24 hours.  She did number 2 this morning.  I thought I was in the clear, because she didn't take a nap yesterday, and hence, didn't go number 2.

Logically, I concluded I was in the clear.  

Au contraire.

Big huge, poopy mess.

I totally lost it, I admit it.

But how can I murder a face like this?

They come cute for a reason.