Sucka! I WIN!
For the record, I've learned this getting naked and peeing thing probably means the boy's ready for potty training. He's been peeing on the floor every now and then for the past few weeks. He will go in his potty when I get him there, we just haven't done any serious training just yet because I was waiting for a sign. Apparently, removing your pants and diaper and peeing all over the place is a BIG SIGN. We're going to do the PT thing after our California trip. Mama's scared. If this goes as well as the last time I potty trained something (hi, Griffin), Mister A will still be taking the occasional poop on the floor 4 years from now. Joy.
The other kid, you ask? What's SHE up to? Oh, just growing a wispy baby mullet and talking and walking. Like it aint no thang. She dances, too! See? Homegirl's got MOVES!
(Join me in pretending those lyrics aren't totally inappropriate, mmkay? Pandora did it.)
Up next: a post about (what I remember from) my bookless book club. And the resulting 1.5 day hangover. Because I'm 30 and too old to stay up until 1am drinking adult chocolate milk, I suppose.
PS: thank you, thank you, thank you for the many comments and emails and FB messages in response to my post about the speech. Yall are fantastic, and I mean that - your support and wisdom means the world to me! I'm sure in no time, A will be saying "hey lady, get up here and take these backward pajamas off of me RIGHT NOW!" Anyway. Gracias.