Warning: potty talk ahead...

I finally had enough to say that it was too wordy for facebook, so here I am.

We finally have no need to tie the chairs to the kitchen table anymore. No more twine to trip over, it's easier to move the chairs to sweep and mop (but who am I kidding, I'm still probably not going to do it)... And all because Ed learned how to get up on the counters with nothing but his mad climbing skills. I think I want to cry.

Also, I've been half-heartedly debating for 2 diaper boxes now, but can't bring myself to actually potty train Ed. I think I could figure out a way to deal with the pee everywhere (because it would be everywhere) but I don't think I could handle cleaning the poop out of the underwear. Pretty sure I'd just toss them and end up spending hundreds on new ones before the process was over. But... I bought two packs of training pants yesterday. Not sure what possessed me, but there you go. Six padded pair on the back of the toilet. Maybe what gave me hope was the fact that he actually peed a puddle on the potty yesterday instead of just dribbling like he usually does? Anyhow, we bought the underwear. I even put them on him this morning with mediocre hope, thinking "eh, why not."

Yeah, they lasted 30 seconds. Dude would NOT leave them on.

Oh well. It's not like I'm in a hurry.