Do you have any idea where I am?

Why do I feel like you can see me?

It's like you are looking right AT me!

Seriously.  You can see me can't you?

This isn't fun anymore.  I get it.  You smile because you can still see me.

Peek-a-boo! There! Are you satisfied?!

1. I was having some... um... digestive upset and was headed to the bathroom in a hurry. I anticipated it being a long visit and wanted some reading material. I didn't have much time to select a book so I grabbed the closest book I could find. I thoroughly enjoyed my quiet time with the big red dog.
2. I have caffeine addiction. This was made abundantly clear when Gavin (3) has started asking me questions prefaced with, "Mommy, after you have some 'caffeine' will you..."

3. I love dressing my kids like my husband and then going on a family trip. Today was Walmart. The only thing missing was a couple of mullets.
4. Gavin will be going to a two day a week preschool in a month. I am excited to have some time for just Joey and I, but I am petrified of the notes I will get from his teacher. For instance, Gavin makes up words ALL the time. He will say silly words, use them in sentences, and even try to explain what they mean. I had to actively ignore him when he said a silly word that was pronounced fuh-key. Then today he said something was kin-key. Great. Perfect. His teachers are going to think that we are sex crazed potty mouths. Totally rethinking preschool.

5. I probably remind Gavin to use an "inside voice" about 30 times a day. I remind Joey too but he NEVER listens. If whatever they is doing is funny, I let it go... for a while... I know it is probably confusing but sometimes parenting is about bending the rules.

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Especially when you can pee on a stick! Or a cup if you are like me and worry about aim. I think it was all of 24 hours ago that I posted about what I wasn't going to do during my two week wait. I lasted less than 8 hours.

Stay away from websites that sell any trying to conceive paraphernalia (even if it is dirt cheap tests).

I promise that my intention was not to purchase tests for myself. My current stash of things to pee on are pictured to the right. I won't even begin to tell you how many are in the big orange envelope. I was looking for a company that might be interested in working with me on an upcoming project. Well, I happened upon a pregnancy test brand that I have never heard of and I have peed on my share of pregnancy tests over the years. So, if I choose to ask them to join me on my project, I have to have experience with their product, right? Is that justification enough to add 11 new tests to my stash? I hope that in a few days I can write a post that hopefully tells of this new test's accuracy. Preferably that it gave me a nice dark line very early. But, should I not get a nice dark line I will hope that it is a clear negative that doesn't make me hopeful for no reason. I promise to let you know how my experiment goes.

In other potty news... I am going to share the highlight of my day. Okay. That intro doesn't sound quite right but stick with me for a minute. We live in an old farm house. When I was pregnant with Gavin, we decided that we needed a first floor bathroom. We had a small room that was at one time used as a bedroom that we converted into a laundry room/pantry/bathroom. I know. Kinda gross to go potty where you keep your food but the food is in a different section of the room. I digress.

For some reason, babies love going in this room. Probably because we usually keep the door locked. Joey is quite skilled in navigating in his walker and should I happen to leave the door open for even a minute he looks over his shoulder and makes a break for it. Sometimes he will park his walker in front of the door and just watch the door. I think he is waiting for his opportunity.
This morning I hear Joey's walker banging into the bathroom door. I continue to hear his walker wheels scooting and more banging follows. After not hearing anything for about 35 seconds I decide I need to make visual contact. I can't find him. I panic for a second as I peek around corners, look in every possible place he could be hiding (which isn't many) and then I look at the bathroom door. It is closed but unlocked. I push on the door and I feel resistence as Joey's walker is directly in front of the door. I push with a little more force and scoot him back enough so that I can open the door. I am greeted with a powerful whiff of dirty diaper. I seriously think he went into the bathroom, closed the door, and then pooped. So all this time I have been thinking that he wants to get into all of the canned goods and the truth is, he just wanted some privacy to poop.