Friday

Jaime takes spelling tests every Friday now.... Maybe no one but family can read her writing, but there was a time I thought she would never be able to write anything at all. She is so proud of herself, it makes me proud, too.

So... we have had my brother and his wife and their 3 year old son here since Tuesday. They are reminding me, just by their presence, how "not normal" our family is nowadays. I didn't totally realize how completely dorky my days have become until I had people watching me go through several of them. I routinely walk around saying stuff like, "HEY EVERYBODY... No more pooped up underwear in the entryway! IT'S NOT DECORATIVE!" Or (and all these things are just in passing), "Take your hands out of your pockets, kid.. no one wants to watch you do that." Or... "I see you have wet your underwear about 15 times here... lets not pee, sit in it til it's dry, and then do it again... No one wants to hang out with someone who smells like a potty chair."
Yesterday Sharlene came out of the downstairs kid bathroom informing me that she had picked up in there a little bit. She thought I should know there were lots of pieces of sort of used toilet paper piled in a corner... And I just thought, "Um, yeah? So what's your point?"

Earlier today, when I sat in about a liter of pee on my own bathroom toilet seat (where no one but me and John are allowed I might add) I wasn't even surprised... There was a time in my life I would have come raving out of there with a 30 minute lecture spewing out of my mouth at 160 decibels.

Last night I had a discussion with Matty (age 6) about how come, with the absolute MEGA in overnight Pull Ups, he can wet clear through them and all his bedding every night? He suggested maybe he should just sit on the toilet all night long and that would solve the problem... hmmm, that certainly would save a lot on laundry and pullups and such.

John says I should put a smiley face here :) and make sure that all my gentle readers know that not everyone that lives here has toileting issues, and despite what you might be thinking, the place does not, incredibly enough, smell like a double holer outhouse.