Approximate transcription. Calling my parents' house to check on G&A...

Gerard: Hi uncle Ramylle
Me: I'm not uncle Ramylle
Gerard: Mama? Grandpa thought it was uncle. He made a mistake. He's so silly.
Me: Everyone makes mistakes. It's ok.
Me: What are you doing?
Gerard: Talking to you on the phone
Me: What were you doing before I called?


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After that went into a spiral of different things he said. haha

Potty training vs. parents

Well, we have tried for a whole year to potty train Aubrey ourselves and we kept losing.
But this last week alone, Aubrey just picked it up all of a sudden! Also, I think, being in school now had a lot to do with it. And she's only gone for 2 days.

She insists on wearing pull-ups, and tells us when she needs to go.

But she hasn't yet gone #2 in the big pot. It is a BIG STEP for us (and her) to go #1 though.

Very grateful to have family nearby to help raise Gerard and Aubrey. To live in an expensive city on modest incomes, one must rely on resources. Truly, truly grateful to have resources.

Joy is...........

When Aubrey arrives at grandma and grandpa's house singing Jingle Bells loudly, and it's already the 3rd week of January

:)

Love my babes.

In our home, I like to give random hugs and kisses to my kids.

Happy 3rd Birthday, Aubrey

Aubrey had her 3rd birthday today. Small gathering at the house, but she had a lot of fun wearing her new princess dress.

It rained a lot in the morning, causing a power outage, and when it came back we got started with cooking. Party started a little late, which is okay, because it took that much time for the food to get ready.

She is much into pink anything at the moment, so a lot of her gifts are pinked out! She was the happy girl today, exclaiming "I really love this!" at just about every present she opened.

Everyday she is getting prettier in my eyes, and I love her more and more. I love both of my kids more than I can ever write in words.

No regrets

I'm watching this show, Small Space Big Style, and it's evoking this feeling that I miss my old life.

When I had no one else to account for, and no one else to make a living for. These singles and couples who own small homes and have the time to fix up their nest are getting me very jealous.

Of course I miss going out, of course I often wonder where I would be if I didn't have kids.

Our house is always a mess, there are toys everywhere, our dining table is always crumby. I am never in the mood to clean because it will just repeat itself as soon as I clean.

I miss being able to maintain a clean living space.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. Everyday I look at my kids, I get high. They drive me crazy, but I am not interested in trading any of this for what I see on TV.