Green beans have I loved, but broccoli have I hated.
Thou shalt not live on chicken nuggets alone.
...And when the crowd had been fed, the disciples gathered the extra food and it filled barely the bottom of one basket, because Asher had been there.
If you asked me, I would give you a sippy cup of milk that would never get empty so that you didn't have to keep crying, 'Mo! Mo!'
Eat your fill of the manna on the day you collect it, and do not save any for the next day. And the tribe of Asher had none left to save anyway.
I think I'm a little punchy from not getting enough sleep...we're on day 8 or so of trying to do some nighttime potty training with Owen. I feel the same way at this juncture as I did with a first new baby...'wait, I knew breastfeeding wasn't a piece of cake, but nobody told me about this issue of babies and SLEEP!!' Well, almost nobody seems to talk about nighttime training either. It's been ugly. I feel like we are in newborn days again since we have to get Owen up 3 times (at least) per night to keep him dry or clean up everything if we miss it. That's not good for any of us, and I think Owen's behavior starts to reflect the sleep fragmentation after a week (pretty sure mine does too...lame jokes above, case in point). The alternative from people I poll seems to be using pullups til they're 8 or 9 or older. After a bunch of wake-ups all week for all of us, that sounds pretty OK right now :} What did our parents do with us?
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Until they are EIGHT or NINE?! And here I was hoping that once he's trained, I'm done. Boo.
What did our parents do? I think there is a reason all kids used to be potty trained earlier. :)
But really I got on because of the Asher shoe post. My littlest used to take her shoes off in the car all the time. My solution was to just to carry her to the car and not put her shoes on until after we got where we were going. And then I saw your last post on it. And I thought I wanted to live somewhere that it snows. :) (Only problem we had was when Tim copied me once or twice and forgot to pick up the shoes!)
Ha ha! We ran completely out of diapers yesterday -- and Lachlan had to be put to bed in underwear and plastic pants. His bed was dry in the morning (the plastic pants actually worked pretty well). Alas, *ours* was not as I was awakened at 6 am by a warm puddle produced by our nighttime visitor...whom we thought had been successfully trained. Chris and I both wished that we had gotten out of bed when we had been woken up a few minutes earlier by her coughing.
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