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I haven't posted here since October?! Nice. Well, I'm gonna post now, and I'm gonna cuss, so just get ready for it.
My fucking kid is going to be the end of me. Not Max this time... nope, little Jenny is a fucking Picasso. Her medium of choice: poop. At nap time, she'll strip out of her clothes, take off her CLEAN diaper, crap in her bed, and paint ALL OVER herself and her crib. It only takes her moments to do, and by the time I find it, it's way too late. I feel like I'm the cleaner of the chimp cage at the zoo. Three times this week.
And, yes, I know this means that she's ready to be potty trained. But I'm not ready for her to have free rein upstairs yet. But, I guess I'm gonna get ready, right quick. Tonight we dismantled her crib and put her mattress on the floor. Right now, she's wandering around in her room, exhausted, but intoxicated by the new-found freedom. This weekend we'll transition her to the big girl bed. I think I'll paint her room aqua on Saturday. Why not?
Max will be 6 in a couple of weeks. Could somebody just punch me in the face please, because I can't possibly have a six-year-old. He's tall and skinny, and a real handful, but I couldn't ask for a better son. He shares with Jenny, is helpful around the house, loves his dog, and is getting to be a pro at "Mario KART Wii" as he calls it. After years of not talking, now he never shuts up, with near perfect pronunciation and diction. A stranger would have no trouble understanding him 99% of the time. Unreal.
My fucking kid is going to be the end of me. Not Max this time... nope, little Jenny is a fucking Picasso. Her medium of choice: poop. At nap time, she'll strip out of her clothes, take off her CLEAN diaper, crap in her bed, and paint ALL OVER herself and her crib. It only takes her moments to do, and by the time I find it, it's way too late. I feel like I'm the cleaner of the chimp cage at the zoo. Three times this week.
And, yes, I know this means that she's ready to be potty trained. But I'm not ready for her to have free rein upstairs yet. But, I guess I'm gonna get ready, right quick. Tonight we dismantled her crib and put her mattress on the floor. Right now, she's wandering around in her room, exhausted, but intoxicated by the new-found freedom. This weekend we'll transition her to the big girl bed. I think I'll paint her room aqua on Saturday. Why not?
Max will be 6 in a couple of weeks. Could somebody just punch me in the face please, because I can't possibly have a six-year-old. He's tall and skinny, and a real handful, but I couldn't ask for a better son. He shares with Jenny, is helpful around the house, loves his dog, and is getting to be a pro at "Mario KART Wii" as he calls it. After years of not talking, now he never shuts up, with near perfect pronunciation and diction. A stranger would have no trouble understanding him 99% of the time. Unreal.