The Twinkies

I have started potty training F. We have potties and Once Upon a Potty. She spent quite a while sitting on the potty this afternoon then peed within minutes of getting off. She has, however, clearly made some connections and after she poops she frowns and points to her diaper and goes to sit on the potty or brings me the Potty book to read. She is currently in her organic undies and Baby Legs (and my guess is one cannot have too many Baby Legs during this process if it is winter, the price of heating oil is not low and one lives in the Northeast.) I am pleased I was too lazy to throw out clever enough to save her cotton diaper covers that I can now use as undies as well as I’ve only had her in underwear for 1:45 and she’s already on her third pair. I mean, there’s doing diaper/underwear laundry every night and then there is doing a diaperesque load twice a day.

Stay tuned for fun filled stories of mopping the floor.

They weren’t that in to posing for the camera in these but LOVED taking them on and off. “Hat” is one of F’s few consistent words these days.

Like them? The crocheter in question is going into business…

He’s been sick all week and was up most of the night. He’s been screaming most of the morning and is now sleeping on my lap, guaranteeing nap time will be problematic. And the reason for all this misery? His two new top canines.

Let’s play “guess that twin.”

Goodbye little girl. You and your brother are missed. Merry meet, part and merry meet again.