OBoy found some packing paper and wanted to “be pesent unner tismas twee”. O, My heart.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
27 the never-ever-thought-i’d-says
{This kid, man. He keeps me on my toes.} We don’t lick the computer. No, there’s no Daddy milk in Daddy’s nipples. Please keep your finger out of your bottom. Pearl doesn’t like it when you use your hammer on her. You’re right, if you went outside without pants on, your pee pee would get [...]
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
17 everything he knows, he learned from elmo {potty training part 2}
About two weeks ago we tried. And failed. Apparently the capacity of my son’s bladder is larger than my patience. The following week, OBoy told me in time to make it to the potty for a poop. I congratulated him and was very excited, but made zero effort to encourage him further. The week after that (so [...]
