Adventures in Potty Training

My kids are killing me lately.  I have a late start day one day a week.  I usually just follow my kids around and wonder at them.  It's completely different than getting home in the evening and seeing them when they are at their most exhausted.  The photos above are months old, but I'll recount a few stories from today.

Poppy waddled downstairs this morning bleary-eyed and with her afro in full-effect.  She stumbled toward me, and then stopped short "oh- I geth I need a new pool-up".  Waddles away to the kitchen strips her diaper off, tosses it in the trash, waddles back into the living room in a tee shirt, grabs a new pull-up,  and pulls it on like underwear.  The kid changes her own diapers, but refuses to pee in the toilet.

Lisa was baking cookies today, and burned herself as she was pulling the cookie pan out.  She dropped the pan, screamed "OH........" and bit her tongue before she said something regrettable. Poppy shouted "Shit!" and finished her sentence, and Avery (so well trained) jumped up and yelled in a tattle tale tone "Oh Poppy- you just chose your bedtime!".