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… Read more »
So help me, if one more person tells me that my son is too young for me “to be trying to potty train him”, my head is going to explode into 87 bajillion tiny pieces. I am not the one wanting to potty train. Please believe me, I did not initiate this. Sure, I bought… Read more »
We decided that since so much of OBoy’s second year of life had been filled with tools, work permits, and helping DanO with the upstairs remodel (not to mention a few dozen trips to the hardware store), a construction-themed party was quite fitting. And speaking of the upstairs remodel ($$$), did I mention this party… Read more »
Holy matrimony! DanO’s younger brother got married! Friday, July 1 “unkie paaah” (translation: Uncle Paul) married sweet “auntie arash” (Auntie Sarah) in a beautiful wedding ceremony that was 6 years in the making. High School sweethearts! Say it with me: aaaaawe. DanO and his siblings (who have zero family resemblance, right?) from left as introduced by… Read more »
