A day in the life...

So we are potty training this week. When I say we, I mean me. ME, ME and more ME. We're doing pretty good to...wait I mean I'M doing pretty good. Tate was forced into underwear on Monday and hasn't been allowed to put on a diaper for 5 days now (except at night). I drag him to the potty every 30-60 minute, sometimes kicking and screaming. At this point I'm sure your thinking...leave that kid alone, he's just not ready! This is where you'd be wrong. I agreed with you only a week ago, but I was wrong. Here's the thing, Tate CAN go potty, he just dosn't want to. That's where the ME potty training comes in. I drag him kicking, screaming and crying to the bathroom (he's also yelling, "I don't have to pee" over and over), I sit him down and what happens...he pees. Then he looks up smiling and say's in his little Tate voice "I peed". It's all a mind game he's playing with me, he wants me to go insane.
The pooping is not coming along so well, he's gone twice at night in a diaper, once in the dirt in the back yard (can you say here doggie doggie?) and today he went in his underwear...uuuuuugh! Most of you know I'm not a sweet mellow person so what did I do? I made him strip naked in the back yard take his own poopy underwear off and then I sprayed him down with the hose! Was that a little much?
I really hate potty traing...hense the reason my son is about to turn 4, yes I said 4 and he's finally being forced to do this thing already!
So I've been trapped in the house for days now, not daring to leave. When Alan got home early, I took the opportunity to run to the store. Now, I was gone maybe 20 minutes at the most. What I came home to was bedlam, I wish I had an audio sound bite to share with you because I could seriously hear the madness from the car when I pulled up. The kids were in the backyard having a seriously intese water fight (insert sound bite of high pitched screaming from 3 children) picture water all over the outside AND inside of the house, I could also hear my little baby screaming as though she had been dropped on her head. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had wandered into the water fight. Here's what I found...



Ok, so I love and adore my husband but this is actually his idea of watching the kids. I'm grateful that he's willing to let me leave them all in his care, but I have to be willing to come home to disaster. I'm usually so ready for a break that I risk it. Tallula is a serious Mommies girl, she had gotten herself so worked up, here's how I had to spend the rest of the day...


...no kidding, I had to hold her the rest of the day. If I even attempted to put her down she would intantly start wailing. It's the price I pay for 20 minutes of peace.

Oh and just for laughs, here's how fajita night goes in our house...





This is Tate opinion of peppers, here's Tanners...

Tanner: Ack, I hate peppers!

Alan: Listen, in this Mexican household we like peppers! (Uh, were not Mexican just to clarify)

Tanner: Were not Mexican, were Japanese! (wrong again)

Alan: Were Mexican today, now eat it!