It is not me who has finally decided to start to jot things down throughout the week so I can remember them come Monday ONLY after MckMama admitted to doing this herself just this week. I am not afraid of being obsessed with bloggy things, so I was not afraid to do this thinking it would be over the top, but if MckMama does it too, that makes it alright, right?
(Seriously, who can remember a WHOLE weeks worth of funny stuff. NOT ME! Ask me something from 10 years ago, I'm all over it. Yesterday? Forget it!)
For starters, I DID NOT forget to mention a big shout out to Sissy Sharon for her 43rd birthday this week. I would NEVER do such a thing as to forget a birthday. I am the birthday party queen around here, so that would surely never happen and Sharon would end up having to eat a store bought -gasp- cake!
I also have not forgotten to email my very very very good friend (even though she is my mom's friend really) back about something and think about it just about every time I shut the computer OFF. Sorry Brenda J. I will probably forget again, but know I love you.
My mom and Aunt Willie did not play phone tag for about 5 days this week. I still do not know for sure if they actually ever spoke with each other! Hope it isn't anything too urgent!
Dylan did not pee in the floor on his way to the bath, and declare, "My, my, my!" at the top of his lungs. Nope. Not Dylan.
On another day of potty training, Dylan did not proclaim the ever-so-close-to-getting-annoying phrase "My My My" as he SOAKED his little panties underwear plum full. He did not proceed to use his shorts we had taken off of him to wipe himself with, either. I mean, he really got into the wiping! It was not all funny UNTIL he did not decide my shoulder must have had some pee on it too, because he then did not come over and start rubbing my shoulder off with his pee-soaked shorts. Nope. Not Dylan. He is not such a boy.
I seriously don't think the pee has made it into the potty once this week. How do a bunch of girls teach a little boy how to pee? The first part should be easy, right? Sit, pee, wipe. Sounds simple. It's not.
Oh, and on a final note, I do not call his UNDERWEAR panties just about EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. My sister does not instantly correct me in a way that makes me feel as though I have broken the law. Some habits are just hard to break.
Happy Monday all!
7 comments:
HEY, I'M FIRST, YAY!! GREAT NOT ME MONDAY NEENEE, AND I GUESS I COULD GIVE YOU A LITTLE SLACK ON THE PANTIES THING, BUT WHEN I TRY TO I REMEMBER DUSTIN B. FROM UP THE ROAD CORRECTING ME THAT THEY WERE UNDERWEAR, SO I DON'T WANT DYLAN TO BE OK WITH THE PANTIES THING, SEEING AS THOUGH HIS "WONDERFUL DADDY" IS NOT GONNA BE AN INFLUENCE IN HIS LIFE HARDLY AT ALL. AND POPPY AND UNCLE TROY PROBABLY DON'T THINK THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH PANTIES EITHER LOL!!! WHY WOULD THEY, THEY'VE BEEN IN THIS FAMILY TOO LONG LOL!!! LOVE YA, MOMMA AMY
Lisa,
I just clicked on your page and was
thinking. I am going to email Lisa
and tell her what is going on with the you-know-what..can you say (ESP) also
I know I was your mom's friend first because you were only 5 when I met her..
But I consider you my friend too..
Im getting off here now and going to my reg..email site..
Brenda (jane).
OOOOH! We're having the whole panties/underwear thing at our place too! Only cuz Itty Bit hangs out with his two girl cousins who insist that he also call them panties. SIGH
And of course he'd wipe your shoulder like that... that's what BOYS DO. Except at our place, the big joke was ELK PEE. Just be happy kiddo.
And my little guy is now saying "my my my" and I think of Dylan every time! :)
Thanks for the chuckles!
Thanks for the Happy shout out... Didn't you know i was turning 25 for my second term. LOL!!!
Love Sissy
DUH... I thought I was already one of your followers... turns out I was just checking in often enough to not know it :)
So now I'm officially a follower - albeit a really dumb one...
You all are having too much fun without me and I'm not a happy camper. But, of such is life when I decided to make my home and living 250 miles away. In hindsight (which is always 20/20) it was perhaps not the wisest decision I have ever made but it is about 40 years too late to do anything about it!
I thank you, Nee Nee, for keeping me in the loop with the bloggie items.
The little boy is something else, isn't he? My, my, my..........
Sorry, I couldn't help myself.
You all are going to have to get Poppy and Uncle Troy in on the potty training. Methinks girls can't teach little boys how to pee! The equipment is just TOO different..........
I think Aunt Willie's on to something there, get those fellows in on the potty training!
Very Cute Not Me Monday!
Alva Mae
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