Again about the pee

I was about to post some pictures of the kids, but I then realized that I don’t really have anything current of Renée. Why? Ah, yes, could it be because she is never wearing any pants? That must be it. For the past three months, Renée has pretty much refused clothing. We compromise with forcing her to wear a shirt, and sometimes a jacket or sweater since it has been so cold. She doesn’t really seem to care about the cold. Pants are for wimps.

It actually all started when we were trying AGAIN to get Joseph to use the toilet. While he was telling us that his pee “doesn’t work on the potty; it only works on the carpet,” Renée took one look at the little potty and all the m&m bribes that we were offering Joseph and decided that she’d give it a go. She was sixteen months old, so we weren’t even trying with her. But I guess that’s the competitiveness between siblings. Well, that or the love of forbidden candy. Either way, she gets the idea (at least at home during the day). And as for Joseph, we’re just hoping that he’ll be out of diapers before he turns four so we can send him to preschool. At any rate, I’ll force her to get dressed soon so I can take a few pictures.

Who am I?

I received an invitation to "examine the very next issue of Backyard Poultry magazine at no cost or obligation." Surprisingly (or not), the only thing required to enjoy this publication is "an interest in poultry-- any kind of domestic fowl." The sad part about it is I know exactly how I got on this mailing list. And I don't own a chicken. Or a cow. Or even a pitchfork. And I certainly don't "delight in watching the antics and interactions of chickens chasing a bug, scratching for tasty tidbits, and squawking in alarm or clicking in contentment." How about you?

Word of the year

What do you think the word of 2007 was? My vote is "carbon footprint."

On second thought...

If I had abandoned Christmas music altogether I would have missed some pretty important moments. First, Joseph had his first misunderstood lyric. He thought Jingle Bells was about “a one horse, soap, and sleigh.” And Renée became super emotional every time frosty “waved goodbye saying don’t you cry, I’ll be back again someday.” She would ask to hear the song over and over (we have a book to go with it), and every time she would stick out her bottom lip, trying to keep it together. But she would ultimately lose it, and tears would start shooting out of her eyes. Now that the Christmas books are put away, she does the same thing with the Incy Wincy Spider.

I hope everyone had a good Christmas and New Year.