at 8:16 am i gave my 18-and-a-half-month old daughter chocolate for breakfast.
because at 8:05 she asked for the toilet, we put her on, and bingo…both pee and poo.
and we are so proud.
we are not getting too excited just yet. she asked for the toilet 10 times yesterday, and we had only one successful pee. we aren’t pushing the toilet training thing. sure, i said she needed to be trained…but i was mostly kidding. (i’m likely more ready to stop changing diapers than she is to actually be out of them)
just to give you a little update…yesterday and today Isabella slept in until 6. and my husband, heaven bless him, let me sleep in until almost 7:30 yesterday and until 6:30 this morning. so…Houston, we have improvement.Ã‚Â usually, the two of us fight while we are at my parents. we are tired, and cranky, and tend to take it out on each other. but this time, for whatever reason, we are getting along GREAT (no…it’s not because he let me sleep in…not at all…) go team martell (which is kind ofÃ‚Â likeÃ‚Â team jolie, only a little less humanitarian and a little less good looking)!!
It’s that time of the month again…no, not THAT time (you sickos!), it’s ROFL time. There are many a blogger who make me smirk. smile. giggle. even laugh. but this month, this post over at Oh, The Joys, had me laughing out loud and peeing in my pants.
i find toilet humor funny. i giggle whenever someone says ‘duty’ and i lose my shit when i see the ‘Golden Flow’ brand orange juice (can you imagine?) and i am a sucker for jokes about body parts, including the infamousÃ‚Â ’vagine’ (said in a very Borat-like way). If you are really a twelve-year-old at heart, this post is for you. Trust me…the picture of Captain Kirk fondling many ‘puitas’ will have you snorting your milk out of your nose.