I'm sick, I'm cranky, my kid had two huge accidents today, i'm still in a tiny hotel room, and my husband doesn't come home for two more days ( Read more... )

Okay so here's the cranky rundown:

1) Ainsley has turned into some kind of devil spawn. I don't know if it's the change in scenery, the time change, the small hotel room, the heat, or just the age. (she is pushing 3, which I've been told is worse than 2)

2)We signed on an apartment, but it won't be ready until the end of September. Yes, that means 6 ( Read more... )

Ainsley is at the point in potty training where she won't voluntarily go in a pull up or panties. This presents a problem because she is still not over her fear of public restrooms. (remind me to sue the makers of automatic flushing toilets for emotional distress) Yesterday we were out and about with the whole fam and Ainsley says she has to go ( Read more... )

We've had a bit of a set back with Ainsley and the potty. Thursday we ran to Walmart to get a few last minute things. Ainsley informed me she needed to go poop. She has a fear of public restrooms and I usually carry a potty backpack, but I forgot the backpack and I convinced her we could use the restroom and she would be fine because I would wait ( Read more... )

As if life wasn't topsy turvy enough here, Saturday my mom broke her leg. When I say broke I mean, she snapped her lower fibula and dislocated her ankle. It was very close to being a compound fracture and I can now say I never want to call 911 again. Wait, let me start at the beginning. My mom hates camping. She likes beds, not cots, or worse, the ( Read more... )

Potty training is not a fun task. It requires immeasurable patience, which I don't have. I suppose this is just one more way parenting makes you a better person. On Saturday Ainsley pooped in the potty. Yea! No, wait, not yea...now every time someone enters the bathroom Ainsley wants to sit on the toilet, take her two squares of TP, stuff them in ( Read more... )

If you want to hear about the toilet, click, otherwise, skip on down to the tv talk.

I spent twenty minutes yesterday trapped in my downstairs bathroom. Not really trapped, but mostly. Ainsley decided that she's interested in the potty. I put her on the potty and I would have taken her off after a few minutes, but she looked like she was really ( Read more... )