Well, just like I knew that I would, I have been a bad blogger. I have always tried to keep journals and diaries from the time I was little, and every journal and diary is filled with one or two pages of my great wisdom, and the rest is left blank. Good intentions, bad follow through. I will try to be better about blogging and have spent the whole days thinking of all the fabulous things that I could blog about...
It has been a very hectic couple of months (in my defense). We purchased and moved into our new house, and are busy unpacking boxes, painting, and my favorite (not) taking down wallpaper. I have decided that whoever writes the publicity campaigns for all the wallpaper removers out there that are supposed to make the process easy, need to be formally punished for being big fat liars. It is not easy and painless, it is hard and painful. It took an entire day for three people to get wallpaper off the walls of one bedroom in the house, and took another full day to get the glue residue off the walls and prep them for the actual paint. Needless to say, I am not looking forward to taking down the wallpaper in the two other rooms that have it, and have been finding myself thinking "Is this floral wallpaper in my bathroom really that bad? Am I really sure I can't live with it for another twenty years?" (By the way it really is that bad, and I really can't live with it for the next twenty years). A word of advice: if you are thinking of putting up wallpaper in your house, please think of the poor people who have to take it down!
In other news... Ben has been working really hard on potty training! As any other mom who has ever had to potty train a child knows, this is not just an accomplishment for him, but one for me as well. I feel like every time he successfully goes in the potty and I reward him, I keep looking around for my reward too! I mean I am the one that asks him twelve times in one hour if he needs to go to the potty, I am the one that has to clean up the mess when he does not make it in time, and I am the one that barely sleeps at night because I am waiting for the screams saying that he has wet the bed (I am even prepared with my emergency sheets at the ready). WHERE IS MY TREAT? I guess I can say that my treat is that I only have one child still in diapers and I don't have to buy two sets of diapers anymore. (I guess I will just have to take that money I am saving and buy myself a treat- I hear a pair of shoes off in the distance calling my name).
Well, this little note to say that I had indeed not fallen off the face of the planet has turned into a little bit longer rambling on my life. New pictures of the kids and the house to follow!
Until next time...
