* Lyla is 2 years old and really wants to potty like a big girl... several times a day she'll say to me "I haf-ta go potty, I haf-ta go potty!" To which I always reply "Great! Go in your diaper!".. Jeff says I've already lost the Mother of the Year award (one week in) for that one. Honestly though.. picture me in the back of the grocery store with 4 kids and a 2 year old bladder. No chance I'll make it to the front of the store in time to cram everyone into a nasty public bathroom, help her with her pants while balancing the baby on my hip and preventing the boys from touching any nasty thing they can find. Is potty training really that big of a deal??
*We have been very fortunate with kids who sleep REALLY WELL. In bed by 8 and normally we don't hear a peep out of them until at least 7am. So I know I shouldn't complain when we hit a bad night.. but man.. it's like they plan it or something! Last night Brock had a bad dream and I had to go hide the Curious George stuffed monkey that was "making him" have bad dreams at 4:30am. Then at 5am he called me in there because he was "all sweaty".. Lucy woke up after that squealing and wanting to play. After finally getting her back asleep, I accidentally overslept and woke up to Brodey covered in puke.
Me: "Brodey, when did you throw up??"
Brodey: "Last night"
Me: "You woke up, threw up and then went back to sleep??!"
Brodey: "Nope, I threw up
before I went to sleep."
Me: "Was I sleeping???"
Brodey: "Nope, I could hear you guys talking"
Me: "????? Why didn't you yell for me??"
Brodey: "I did once but you didn't hear me so I went to sleep"
Me: "In your puke??!?!?!"
Brodey: "Nah.. I put my pillow pet over it."
Wow. And this was no small amount of vomit. I was all over him and on every pillow/stuffed animal/blanket and piece of bedding on that bed. Jeff checked on him before bed but I guess he couldn't smell it because Brodey was laying on top of it. Boys.
* Lyla was sitting across from Jeff the other night asking for some "ass cream". Over and over and over. Poor Jeff looked so upset and kept asking me why she was saying that. "Ass cream" to Lyla is "ICE cream" to the rest of us.
2011 should be a pretty exciting year for us! I can't wait!