Repeat and Rinse

Josie pooped AGAIN today. Took Cookie right up to the toliet and boom. Meanwhile, Eddie tried sitting on the toliet, gave up and pooped in his betime diaper. I've offically entered that part of motherhood where the stories are no longer cute little numbers about baby's first words. Now I am trying to convince a nearly 4 year old boy that the potty is the place to poop.

I am also trying to convince him that when it is 30 degrees outside and I am not dressed to be outside, I have no desire to stand at the side of the car while he crawls through from Josie's side, then decides he wants to crawl out and back in on HIS side of the car. If that wasn't enough, he wanted to have a conversation about the pattern on his carseat, the various components of his carseat and life in general. All while I am standing in the wind. While it is 30 (okay 40) degrees outside. Perhaps this is why minivans were invented.

We are having 5 people stay at our house for Thanksgiving. Looking forward to it, actually. As I went grocery shopping this week, I stood in front of the turkey section. They literately had 5 different fresh and 5 different frozen kinds of turkeys. Everything from organic, to natural, to butterball. I chose the later, but the angst involved in knowing that 8 other people are relying on you to select the correct brand of turkey, that will be juicy, cook easily and more importantly be easy to carve was a little much.

For someone who doesn't cook--at all--I've started to get into the idea of preparing food. I don't have the German-esqe quality my husband does in ensuring everything is finshed within 5 minutes of each other. With all the distractions, I don't know how he does it, but if he has to blow-torch something, it is going to be done ON TIME.

More pictures soon...