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I began the task of potty training today. I got him to go twice this morning in the potty. But then I ran out of energy by lunch and put a diaper on him. I know what you're thinking--but I am slowly warming him up to the idea. The car undies didn't last long on his booty however, they were held above his head as he ran naked through the house making car noises. Oh my dear Luke how I love you.

I trimmed Kaleia's hair today and it looks soo much better. It was beginning to resemble a mullet a bit. We did decide though it was my last time cutting her hair because I am not "nice" and I "hurt her feelings" when I cut her hair. It is really hard to be patient with her as I cut her hair with a sharp instrument as she keeps moving. I tried to stay calm but I did loose my cool at the end. I apologized to her and "pinkie promised" to not yell the rest of the day and she promised to listen really well. I think we both upheld our promises.

My day 2.0

After a long break of blogging I have finally had a day I feel the need to blog about.

I woke up about the same time as always. Jordan had already left for work, but today the kids had not woken me up. They both laid asleep in their beds. Ahh. I thought the dark rainy winter weather has them fooled and they have slept in. 1 hour later I hear Luke driving cars on his door so I open it. And I find that he has emptied every last toy tub and drawer. AND he has climbed a rather unstable homemade ladder that included a case of Costco diapers, a step stool, and a toy tub to find the 4 tubes of sunblock. Which of course he had squeezed out all the contents onto the carpet. I grab some cleaning items and set to work trying to get it out (to no avail may I add, I had to call a carpet cleaner to come). While I am on my hands and knees scrubbing he had gone downstairs then up again and was tapping my on the back. "Yes?" I ask as I turn, to find he has pulled out two fist fulls of poop and was wiping it on me. This ended up in a bath of course for the both of us. And a cleaning spree of poop that he had wiped on the banister going up the stairs, the baby gate, his dog, and his only clean pair of pants. SO I had to cross the the complex in pouring rain to do laundry. While his dog was in the "bath" Luke cried the entire 1 1/2 hours at the door for his "who who" (that is what he calls that dirty dog) and "no bubble" (which is what a bath is called). Heaven help with this third child. Please new child of mine be a well behaved, extremely mellow, calm, still, obedient child. PLEASE.