It's been an interesting week here at my house. I mean, they are always interesting, but this week has been super fun.
Sloane's new favorite phrase is Gosh Dammit. Hmm. Wonder where she's heard that. I went to yell at the dog for getting into the garbage yesterday, and there she was "Gosh dammit, Duncan." She couldn't find a shoe, and out it came again. And again when she dropped her ball. Yeah. I'm not going to make a big deal of it, but I also dragged out the ol' cuss jar again. Old habits and all...
Sam has made a major breakthrough in potty training. He's stayed dry for 2 days. The catch? He'll only pee outside, like the dogs. No peeing on cheerios, no peeing for chocolate, he wants to pee with the dogs. Again, I think I'm just going to roll with it for now, though I can see this becoming an issue at school when he decides to drop trow on the playground.
Sloane ate ketchup for breakfast. Not sausage, not hashbrowns....just ketchup.
I've been totally lazy today, and my excuse is that we're potty training. In actuality, I'm just tired and the weather is not conducive to getting anything done.
I really hate Friday the 13th. I really have had a fair share of horrible things go on during Friday the 13th, so I am content to stay home and hibernate today, so as to avoid driving. I know it sounds silly, but I don't care.