We are, as a family unit, about 80% of the way to potty trained as of this writing. The adults have it pretty much under control, the dog is a pro, and the eldest is within a rounding error of perfect at this point. The youngest is taking her first steps down the path now, and the initial attempts have been pretty promising! She’s getting it dialed in, and I’m optimistic for this summer’s prospects. Doesn’t mean she can’t still absolutely paint a diaper from time to time though.
There comes a time when you realize that you are no longer exercising to maximize gains, you are now doing it to mitigate losses.
After Thanksgiving fell, we swore that Halloween would stand as a final bulwark against the rising Christmas tides. Only now, in the warm orange glow of our utter defeat, can we see what arrogant fools we were to think we ever stood a chance.
I honestly couldn’t tell you why we have a doorbell anymore; the only people who use it are here to ruin my day.
I was always told you shouldn’t bother a dog while they’re eating, but when it comes down to it, he’s not the one I’m worried will bite me.
The Hippocratic oath says that they can’t cover you and your kid with plastic sheeting and make you leave through the hazardous waste chute, but you can kinda tell when they’re thinking about how much easier that would make things.
Potty training is currently at like a 4 out of 10, but descriptive speech has gotta be at an 8 or a 9.