Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Paul Revere of the toilet

We are celebrating in a big way over here and not because its St. Patrick's Day!  We have declared Noelle as officially potty-trained!  She still has occasional accidents mostly because she goes from zero to oh-my-god-I-have-to-pee in the smallest increment of time ever measured.  And to mark this special occasion, she received her potty present:  her very own BlaBla.  She has been coveting this since we got Noah one for Christmas.  They are TEH AWESUM. 

How do we know that she is potty trained?  I'm so glad that you asked.  She tells you.  She tells you that 'the poopy is coming' and that she has 'a poopy in my butt'.  These are important things to know people!  And we couldn't be more proud.  And thankful to stop buying pull ups.   Because OMG those things are expensive.  Now we can put that money towards more important things.  Like apple slices for Noah since the boy loves him some apples.  And sweet potatoes.  Carrots and squash, not so much.  But they all pale in comparison to the delicious ice cubes.  He will roll over anything in his path to get to his ice cubes.  NOM NOM NOM.

Nothing pithy or witty to say to wrap this up so instead we'll just say good night and don't let the leprechauns bite!

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