The fine art of potty training.

Me: “C’mon Sweetheart, you can do it, just sit down and try.”

2-year old: “No.” (translation: oh, you can do better than that)

Me: “C’mon Peanut, potties are for big girls. You’re a big girl aren’t you?”

2-year old: “No.” (translation: I hear ya cluckin' Big Chicken but your pleas are like white noise. Puhh-lease. Enough with the psycho-babble, let’s start talking cold hard rewards here.)

Me: “Angelbaby, If you tinkle in the potty you’ll get a sticker.”

2-year old: “Gimme sticker!” (translation: now we’re talking…)

Me: “You have to go potty first sweety!”

2-year old: “Gimme canny.” (translation: Interesting…I’ll see your sticker and raise you some M&M’s)

Me: “OK, you go potty and you will get a sticker AND some M&M’s!”

2-year old: “Me potty!” (translation: Score! This is way too easy old lady. Your weakness embarrasses me.)

OK, it’s been a month since my last post. Not so bad really! Life just seems so very busy, it’s hard to find spare time to be at a computer. My kids are at such fun ages, where playing is a 24/7 job! And should I even THINK about sitting down at a keyboard in my spare time… those kids will come at me so fast with “Mommy” pistols a blazin’. I will say, hearing the word “Mommy” come off your child’s list is right up there with the most precious experiences in the world. Hearing the word “Mommy” come out for the 400th time in 3 minutes… well… precious. Precious indeed.

I’ve thought about shutting the ol’ blog down. And I may down the road. I just don’t use it the way I used to. Maybe between my excessive Facebook and Twitter using, my social media tank is just full enough. But, this blog saw me through a lot of times- it’s been up and running over 4 years now- quite a journal of my history! It saw me through grad school, jobs, kids, divorce, dating and now- I’m just happy and content and don’t have much to say I guess. Also, I have quite a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. A lot of the things I used to post about were instances where I was clearly being facetious. But I no longer feel like I have the freedom to write in a public forum like that. So… it takes some of the fun out of it for me.

Be forewarned- I do see the end coming. But as of today, I am here, still blogging, still sharing the images that make my heart go pitter patter.