Stolen thunder

Up before the sun, with children, clean (them and me), hot coffee, exercising. Thunder stolen.
Grrrrr.

Potty Watch - Day 112

No, no joke. It is Day 112 since we initiated potty training. You may remember Day 10. Things have not significantly progressed.

We are newly committed. I am dropping my Monday and Tuesday exercise class in the interest of being home on those mornings to spend consistent effort and energy on the potty.

Already the renewed commitment has already paid off. Aidan poop yesterday!!!!


Without the diaper - YAY!
Mostly on me - gross!
Making progress - priceless!

Good things come to those who wait

We don't typically hold grudges. It isn't nice and it doesn't make for a very happy marriage. In seven years of wedded bliss, plus the four happy years before that, there have been one or two hot button issues.

Well I am so very happy to say that we've official neutralized an old nagging issue today. Kissed and shook on it.

Score one for me.

By the way, if you want any more details, it will cost you dearly.

Fun or Frenzy

Look how cute all these fun toys are!

Now image all of these parts spread across your house!

Welcome to my world!!!

Thanks Esther and myheritage.com for some good clean fun!



Meet Jennifer Connelly and Jacques Chirac:

The parents of:

Shirley Temple, Shirley Temple and Benjamin McKenzie!!!

And, yes, I did just wanted to revel in the cuteness again!!

two sides of three boys

People say they know the different cries of their children. They know what they’re child needs without much effort. When Sam was first born, this notion of maternal instinct was, as it is to most new parents, foreign at best. The idea that you are just some how to know is intimidating; the implication is that without it you earn the instant stamp of bad parent.

Fast forward four years. It is hard to parent, but there is no magic trick, one answer or….secret language.

Today when the boys did not stop crying at naptime, I knew something was wrong. Understand though, that our children go to bed awake and do cry from their beds while falling asleep, sleeping and waking up. Kids cry. Today it was different. I knew it.

I went in to find both babies entirely naked and both had pooped. Thankfully Scott was close and able to help quickly. Problem solved.


Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!

Were that they are seen not heard

More tidbits of conversations from and around the boys"

• Sammy said at breakfast today, "I'm still laughing at my penis"
• On Palm Sunday after hearing the congregation say, "The King of the Jews", my friend's little girl echoed gleefully, "JUICE????"
• "don't head butt your brother"
• "STOP head butting!"
• Insert "pee" or "poop" or "toot" into 90% of conversations.
• "Kiss Grandma good night...without licking"

Spring Has Sprung!

Ahhhhhh! Sprung from winter's house arrest and loose to run to their heart content on the porch. Over the winter, our porch also serves as beverage cooler, christmas tree recepticle, smokers lounge, etc. Now it is a giant playpen.

But wait! What the? Hey!!

Simmer down! Hang up the phone to the Mother of the Year Committee- they're closed. They were on the porch from the winter. The boys went out to play with trucks. Sammy announced he was the recycler. At least we're raising an environmentally responsible citizen.

And the fun continues!

And when running trucks gets old. There is the age old sport of hurling. Balls, trucks, Little People (not small folks, the Fisher Price brand).

A game that's fun for all ages.