How did you spend your Saturday? Me, I spent mine sleeping until just after nine, making strawberry crepes for the family, cleaning the kitchen, doing a couple of loads of towels, cutting several potatoes for french fries, grilling hot dogs on the George Foreman and doing absolutely zero other productive things. Oh, besides updating the kids’ pictures on my sidebar. I guess that’s almost productive. I had plenty of time to skip off to a coffee shop and write, but I decided to stay home instead. You might not think that going to a coffee shop, for the sole purpose of writing, necessitates a shower…but if you don’t, you probably live in a town with a population over five hundred. Or maybe you’re just not vain.
Tomorrow is Sunday, and I think we’re all well enough to leave the house. So, yea! Because missing out on a Sunday just makes the rest of the week kinda slumpish, doesn’t it? I’m not sure what I’m gonna do about Baby Bear and the nursery, though. I’ve finally gotten around to potty training him (not that he’s so old, but he’s been ready since about twenty months). I’m not sure if he’s ready for underwear and pants, though (he just wears underwear around the house, and no diapers for about two weeks now). Because we’ve been sick, tomorrow will mark the first full day that he’s left the house without a diaper. It’s fine if he has an accident, and of course I’ll pack him extra undies and pants. It’s just that he’s already hit the age of embarrassment, and I hate seeing his little face drop when he’s disappointed with himself. I suppose if I take him right before church starts, there won’t be much chance of a panicked accident. Fingers crossed.
Speaking of potty training, he’s still awake because he had a late (accidental) nap and we just had a little conversation about tomorrow…
“You don’t poop or pee in your underwear, right?”
“Wight, Mama!”
“And tomorrow, in Miss Joy’s class, you’re gonna poop and pee in the potty in the nursery, right?”
“Wight, Mama. Cause we don’t poop and pee in our und-e-wew, wight?”
“Right.”
“And we don’t poop and pee on de floor.”
“Right.”
“And we don’t poop and pee undu de bunk bed. Wight?”
“Right. But wait…what?”
