News and Views

First, I have been almost afraid to share this in case it jinxes it, but I think James is finally potty-trained!!!!! I cannot contain my excitement! Now I won't have two kids in diapers (she said hopefully). Why it worked all of the sudden, I have no freaking idea. Just one day he started using the potty and never looked back. He hasn't had any accidents. Last week was a little rough because he kept waking up in the middle of the night, and then like an hour later he would decide that he needed to go potty, but I think another part of the problem was Daylight Savings, and another part of the problem was that he wouldn't eat- which I think was related to Daylight Savings also.


Next, here is the photo for all of you who care...












Have I mentioned that I am very sick of being pregnant?

Then last: I have decided I hate most of the terms people use instead of pregnant.
We were at Chuck E. Cheese, celebrating James' potty-training accomplishment, and there was a lady there in a t-shirt that said, "I'm not fat, I'm knocked up." REALLY? When people use the term "knocked up," I think of some stupid 16-year-old in the backseat of her boyfriend's car. Then there is the term "expecting." Expecting what exactly? I expect Netflix in the mail... Of course we have "with child." Sorry, the only time I have ever said someone was "with child," I was referring to Mary the mother of Jesus. I don't even want to visit preggers, it just plain offends me, not sure why. My mother kept saying I was PG. The heck? I am not a movie, nor do I live in Pleasant Grove.

so, there you have it.