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O is wearing underwear and has been dry all morning. Now go knock on some wood, or whatever other superstitious thing you do to avoid curses.

She has mostly potty trained herself up to this point. I took a new approach with her. This potty training approach is called, "I don't care if you wear diapers to college as long as I don't have to potty train you." As a result of this new approach, she has done most of it herself. She has poo'd in the potty for a couple of months now and will pee just about ever time you stick her on it. (I'm sure you wanted all the gory details.) Read more here...

A Child's Prayer

Dear Heavenly Father,
Please help us not to fight.
Please help those that are sick to get better.
Please help my mom not to forget to come to my class again tomorrow.
Amen More...

How to Wash Dishes Like a Ten-Year-Old

Washing dishes is the most despised of all possible chores. It is the chore that elicits the most complaints, tears and tantrums. Washing dishes is evil, apparently. But of all of the children, the ten-year-old is by far the most obnoxious. If you want to be just like him, here's what to do. More...

Adrenaline Rush

O got a little Winnie The Pooh train for her first birthday. It's the kind you sit on and scoot around with your feet. It is the source of much entertainment. It is a noisy little toy, but she loves it. More...

She's Terribly Two

I've never truly understood the phrase "terrible two's". I've had my fair share of tantrum throwers, criers and a little mischief here and there, but Little Miss O has given the phrase a whole new meaning. She is the epitome of the "terrible two's". She is the very definition. More...

The Doctor's Office

I hate going to the doctor. I'm the type of mom who waits until it's absolutely necessary to go because I always have to take so many people with me. Unless a kid needs stitches, antibiotics or shots, I try to just wait it out at home. But my sweet little E has been making sure we make good use of our insurance lately. More...

My House, the Trash Receptacle

My house is a trash receptacle. That's all it is. I try really, really hard, but no matter how hard I try, there is ALWAYS more garbage. The baby is usually eating paper off the floor. This morning I dug fake Christmas tree out of her mouth. I put it away yesterday and vacuumed and swept. More...