Oh Shit!!!

That's right, ladies and gentlemen!!! Mason unloaded some timber in the porcelain pedestal. Boooyah! I am proud beyond words... and also a little disturbed.

Mason pooped and I started a friggin conga line, folks. But instead of singing "duh-duh duh-duh duh-DOH!" I'm screaming "Poo-poo in the pott-eh!"

I've been waiting 2 1/2 years to hear him yelling "Moooooom Im dooooone!"

Now, if only his arms were long enough to wipe his own hiney-hole.

I keep getting flash backs of "Big Daddy" - "But I wipe my own ass! I wipe my own ass!"

It's fairly hard to wipe someone elses ass... even if you are a pro at cleaning your own. Any tips would be greatly appreciated.

In other news, packing up an entire house while trying to entertain a 2 year old and a 2 month old= what Hitler should have to do in hell.

Cause it sucks. Hard. Like your mom.


Also, if you are looking for a laugh, check out the video The Accidental Olympian posted of her first time tubing. I had to watch it like five times. (Ash- are you proud of me?! Look! I did the "click my words-link thingy! Genius! Thats what I am!)

Happy Thursday!

Mason vs. Wildfires

Dear Mason- Your wiener is not a pirate sword... the toilet is not someone to take captive with fancy sword play... Keep it in the toilet. Thanks! You're a doll... Love Mommy. P.S. Thanks for the incentive to mop the bathroom floor... again.


Mason is learning to use the potty. A lesson that seems to go hand-in-hand (aha! Pun intended) with learning to use his wiener. Mason and his wee-wee have been friends since... well... since he could reach it. It’s just been recently that he has found that particular appendage has a PURPOSE.
We are going the “no diapers... he’ll figure it out” route to potty training. And m&m rewards. It’s working so far... he has accidents but for the most part will use the potty if we remind him. However, he has just recently found that he has control over the stream of things. Like, if he wiggles his butt, then (OMG!) the pee wiggles too! FIREFIGHTER!!!!!!!! I shared a bathroom with my little bro growing up. I know how nasty it can be to use the potty after a little boy tries to put out a wildfire. So, Im trying to put a stop to the pee-n-play time quickly. BUT! All of a sudden Mason does not want me in the bathroom with him! He will stand at the Jon, with a determined look on his face, throw his hand out and sternly order, “Go! Go!”
Don’t worry, Mom... I got this.
Godspeed little man.
So now to pick the lesser of two evils. Completely disregard his wishes or deal with rebel pee on the floor. So far I’ve picked the pee on the floor, cause honestly? If there is one thing that I can wish for my kid... it is that he is independent. I LOVE (LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE) having an independent kid. Thank goodness for Shark Steam Mops.
Mason also asks me to leave during bath time when it’s time for him to scrub himself up. Daddy is allowed to stay... Mommy isn’t. Somehow I don’t think he will be able to wait till his Junior high years for THE TALK. Especially if he is anything like Mommy and Daddy. I may have 3 more years, before that little jewel comes along. And what about when the Beaver is born? He’s gonna notice something is up pretty quickly...
It’s not my fault kid... that was Daddy’s department.