It's back! After a few years of leaving the Febreze bottle untouched we have returned to a house that smells like the classiest back alley in New York City. Potty training adventure #2 is in full swing and let me tell you this is something I had not missed at all! Seriously, couldn't God just potty train children before they are born? Kind of like when you go to an animal shelter to pick out a new pet with the confidence that the lovely employees or former owners have already gone through the nightmare of carrying a puppy across their living room carpet out the front door with a stream of pee leading the entire way.
But this time I'm on a mission! If I can get Trey completely potty trained by the end of the year they will let me sign him up for ski lessons in January. I can't begin to tell you how much easier this will make my life. His older brother started ski lessons last year and I spent quite a few Saturday mornings dropping him off at the mountain only to have to drag a screaming, kicking, furious little brother back to our car. If I have to sit the kid on the sidelines for another year there is no telling what could happen! Seriously, look at this kid, doesn't he look ready for the slopes to you:
So we're off! And friends, don't be surprised if you don't get an invitation over for dinner anytime soon. From a laundry room full off soaking wet undies and pants, to a bathroom that seems to have been peed on in every single nook & cranny EXCEPT the toilet, this place reeks!