I Think He's Got It!

Thanks to this man, I can now call my son officially potty trained!



Justin has been in underwear all week at school! I'm happy to report that he has only had one accident this week, today during nap. I'm beyond thrilled...goodbye diaper buying, I'm so done with you! Well except for at night, I don't think he's quite ready for that yet.

The Incredible (Potty Training) Hulk

Potty training has to be my least favorite thing in the world to do. It's so frustrating and honestly I don't have the patience to run to the bathroom every 10 minutes to avoid accidents.

I was hoping it would be easier for Justin, the kid has been pooping in the toilet since his second birthday. He already had the hard part down, getting him to pee was going to be a breeze, or so I thought. I started by buying some Mickey Mouse underwear for Justin. He was very excited about wearing Mickey and to my surprise he could stay dry for up to two hours. However he wouldn't tell me he had to pee. He would just come up to me and tell me, "Mommy I wet on ground." Then I was off to find the wet spot on the carpet. It's worse than house breaking a puppy.

Lately Justin has had a HUGE obsession with The Hulk. When I was trying to get him to pee I'd ask him if he wanted to make The Hulk happy? I bribed him with some Hulk underwear, but he still wouldn't really go in the toilet. The kid was scared for some reason. He'd tell me he would have to go, but I'd have to fight him to get him to sit on the toilet.

I was ready to throw in the toilet paper when I decided to go ahead a buy The Hulk underwear as a last resort. I'm happy to say that he has been in his new Hulk underwear all weekend (except for nap and bedtime) and he's only had one accident.

He's told me every time he's had to pee and I haven't had to fight him at all. When he's done he tells his Hulk underwear he went pee and asks, "Hulk happy?"

I could kiss The Hulk! Well perhaps if I didn't have a deep down, still lurking, childhood fear of The Hulk.

The true test will be tomorrow at school. Justin will be wearing his Hulk underwear to school, keep your fingers crossed The Hulk stays dry.

The Ghost of High School Past.

Why is it that no matter how old you get, how much more "mature" you become, there are just some events from high school that you can't shake from your subconscious?

When I was 16 I had this boyfriend who was a complete ass. The Cliff's Notes version of the story is: He wanted sex, that's all he talked about from the second we started going out. I wasn't going to give it to him. I broke up with him after only a few weeks. He spread dumb high school rumors about me. Then he called me a bitch in front of my mom and little brother.

Yesterday Bryan and I took the kids to a small pond by our house. When we were leaving I saw this guy looking at me. I walked by him and then when Bryan got closer he stopped him. I figured it was somebody who Bryan knew from work so I grabbed Justin and started back towards Bryan. I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized who Bryan was talking to. I grabbed Justin and walked the other way. So mature I know.

The five minutes Bryan spent talking with him I debated going over there, being the "bigger person" and just saying hi. My feet were cemented to their spot, I wasn't moving any closer. Finally Bryan came back over and I asked him if it was who I thought it was, "Yep it is."

"I know there's a reason you hate that guy but I can't remember why." So I told him the whole story (for probably the twentieth time). "Oh yeah that's right I remember now. So since I'm your husband I should defend your honor and slap him in the face huh?" Calm down Karate Kid, there's no need to defend my honor here.

I told him how I debated going over there to just say hi, but I couldn't. "It was a long time ago Jenni. You have a much better life then him, you should just forget it." I know I thought I had. Honestly I never though I'd see him again, but running into him yesterday brought up all those old high school memories and hurt feelings.

I did have my chance to be the bigger person though. As we were leaving "J" was walking towards us. I said my fake "Hi, yeah it's good to see you too," bit and walked off with my family. I admit it does feel good to know that I have a damn good life and that he is still every bit the loser he was in high school. Thanks Karma ;)

Have I Totally Lost My Mind?

This week for some reason I've had a very pesky bug up my butt. Not literally of course. For some reason I've been thinking about having another baby. I know totally insane right?!

Before having kids I always wanted to have 3 kids. However living in Southern California I realize this is not a reality. Unless I want to be living on the streets or back at my mother's house (which to be honest I would probably rather live on the streets).

I brought it up over dinner on Tuesday night to Bryan. I knew he would totally shoot me down, tell me that we couldn't afford another kid, blah blah blah! While he was talking all I could he was my uterus shouting over him "Impregnate me now!"

I really don't know what has gotten into me (I mean my uterus) lately. I totally hated everything about pregnancy. I was a miserable cow through both of my pregnancies. I hate not getting a full eight hours of sleep, so a newborn obviously would get in the way of that. Plus we are on the verge of having Justin out of diapers. That means no more diapers ever AGAIN!

Somebody just needs to come over here and slap me silly...any volunteers?

They make it so hard to be angry.

Justin has been screaming at me for everything lately. Anytime he wants to talk to me about anything he screams it at me instead of talking to me like a normal person.

Today he was screaming at me to turn the music up, it wasn't loud enough for him. I'd finally had enough so I just turned the music off instead. He cried for a few minutes but I told him no more music because of his screaming.

A minute later Dylan started crying that she wanted music. "But mommy I want to listen to songs!" That's when Justin suddenly says:

"Too bad een (the way Justin pronounces Dylan), no more music. Too bad."

It was too much for all of us. We all started laughing hysterically. And like that everything was over.

A day in the life of a commute.

Driving 40 minutes one way everyday can wear on your nerves after awhile. My kids always find a way to keep it interesting that's for sure.

This morning the kids were in an especially good mood and wanted to listen to the "mama mia song." Translation: Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. I was cracking up on the way to work this morning even though I think 6 am is a little early for head banging. I told Bryan these kids must be musical geniuses if they already appreciate Queen.

The drive home this afternoon was a different story. All hell broke loose in the back seat. Somebody took the others blanket or favorite toy? Perhaps somebody was looking at the other person or said a mean word? The answer is none of the above. What set off WWIII in the back seat of our car was a fart.

That's right, you read it correctly. A stinky smelly fart is what caused a near riot between my children. Dylan farted loud enough to embarrass a truck driver. She thought it was hilarious and had to announce to all of us that it was she who had farted.

Justin had to add his two cents to the conversation and said: "I fart too mommy!" And that good people is how it began. Dylan and Justin started screaming back and forth at the top of their lungs "NO I FARTED," for the next mile.

My life is a hilarious nightmare at times.