Barefeet in High Heels

I've been trying to potty train Mini #2.

He's really into the whole wearing underwear thing.

Going to the bathroom on time is a whole 'nother issue.

We stopped by Engineering Man's work this week to say hi.

Mini #2 hadn't had any accidents that day and told EM.

Then, Mini #2 tried to lift EM's shirt and asked, "Daddy...underwear?"

EM replied, "Yep."

Mini #2 excitedly told him, "ME UNDERWEAR!!"...and proceeded to pull down his pants and stick his butt in the air.

It's the little things...

So the past few weeks have been quite the roller coaster.  So much has happened lately that I'm just not sure what else can happen. Engineering Man described me best as "a saturated sponge that just can't absorb any more." Thus as stuff keeps happening, I've adopted a new mantra...Awesome.

And stuff still keeps happening.  What you might ask?

The insurance company received the bill for mini #2, but EM's benefits department hadn't added him yet.  All our bills are about $2000 more than they should be.

Awesome.

Mini #1 decided the other day to sleep in our bed for his nap.  Three hours later he woke up after peeing the bed.

Awesome.

The next day he decided to sleep in his bed for a nap.  EM didn't have him pee before he went down.  Three hours later he woke up after peeing the bed.

Awesome.

I then forgot to change the sheets before we took him to bed.  I was making the bed and he woke up pissed.  And then Mini #2 woke up...pissed.

Awesome.

I proceeded to break a plate.

Awesome.

And most importantly...the thing that started it all...EM wrecked his car.  According to him, the car and the median got into a fight and the median won.

Awesome.

It's not drivable which means he's driving my car; which means I don't have a car.

Awesome.

The adjuster came and said it would be about $4,500 worth of damage.

Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.

Cheerios in potty = easier clean up after Mini #1.

"For men, improvement ends at toilet training."

-The Ugly Truth

shopping...check for restrooms

"I go poop"...drop everything

cleaning toilets...pee stains

public toilets...gross

big boy nighttime pants...pull-ups

washing hands...adventures under the sea

emergencies...ice cream bucket in the trunk

Mini #1has his own unique way of coming down the stairs on his belly.  Basically he throws his feet out from under him and lets go.  Needless to say, he goes VERY quickly.

At this point I need to tell you that we've started to potty train him, and he loves to wear underwear when we're just hanging out at the house.

As he was coming down the stairs the other day (wearing underwear and not his usual diaper), I heard him stop halfway, and say the following:

"Oh, ouch.  Be very careful."

Apparently he's learning the joys of being a guy early.