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The mystic order of the toileteers...
Heh.
At least a couple of times a month, there's an accident (although now he usually wakes and goes to the bathroom)
That's still pretty damned good for his age. I think my BiL slept in diapers until he was nearly 6. They wanted to do that hormonal nasal thing but my MiL wouldn't allow it. She just figured he'd stop when he was ready.
Anyone else think it's weird I went through potty-training with my brother in law?
Hec! I sit here all alone in a martini built for two!
I always forget you have such a young b-i-l, Cashmere. That's so funny that you know about his toilet training.
When Chris was first trained, he never wet the bed. He was dry in the morning, long before he was trained, because I got lazy about training him, and marketing our old house derailed our first attempt. The wetting started I don't know--six or nine months ago. At first it was here or there. Then it was frequent. Then I talked to him. I didn't want to trot him to the doctor for what I thought was just heavy sleeping. When I talked to him, I explained he needed to wake up when he felt like he had to pee, and he did. Now it's only occasional, and usually there's a reason, like a drink right before bed.
Emily, your tag is cracking me up.
Hec! I sit here all alone in a martini built for two!
Awww, I can't IM until I get home with Emmett. Sorry! I should've mentioned that.
That'll be about 7pm my time - 10 yours.
When I was sick, I did it a lot, especially when feverish. He might not have been able to stop that.
The Westminster Dog Show is on tonight. DH is asleep (still tired from the ick) and the boy is down (at least for now--he *may* wake up at least once). Tonight, I'm hunkering down with a ginger ale and some cute dogs.
I always forget you have such a young b-i-l, Cashmere. That's so funny that you know about his toilet training.
Christopher always used to comment that BiL would NEVER know him without me. Which is true. We started dating when BiL was 2, so I'm pretty much part of the package. I'm glad I got to watch him grow up. I don't have younger sibs so this was fun for me. His first day of kindergarten, his drum set, his guitar--his first CAR!
When I was sick, I did it a lot, especially when feverish. He might not have been able to stop that.
Oh yes, I'm sure. And the Benedryl knocks *me* out cold (when it doesn't make me anxious), so I can imagine what it does to a little guy. Really though, I looked at that orange juice going down, and thought I should probably have him visit the bathroom when I went to bed. I just plain forgot. I knew better. It was nearly 8pm. I'm tempted to tell Christopher you've got his back, erika.
Mary Kay Letourneau and Vili Fualaau are getting married. Huh. [link]
Christopher always used to comment that BiL would NEVER know him without me. Which is true. We started dating when BiL was 2, so I'm pretty much part of the package. I'm glad I got to watch him grow up. I don't have younger sibs so this was fun for me. His first day of kindergarten, his drum set, his guitar--his first CAR!He's like one of Scott's older nephews--the one that was brought up by Scott's folks for some time. He's graduating this year. I don't know where the time went. He was so cute as our ring bearer.
Cashmere, so nice to hear your mother's surgery went well. What a relief for you all. A little ~ma for you, DH and O, also, just to help get rid of the last of the icks.
Brenda, knee~ma for your father.
Happy Anniversary to Deena and Greg! So cool to have it on Valentine's Day. Embrace the schmoop, I say.
I need to do laundry, but have not the motivation. Anyone got some they can loan me?
Betsy, Maria, JZ, Cindy, and Trudes have new tags.
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I had to pop in to tell the story of The Time Sunil Lost His Keys. Because, see, I don't do this sort of thing.
I noticed they weren't on the desk, and they weren't in my pocket. I looked all around the square foot of desk right in front of me, seeing no sign of them.
They must be in my jacket pocket. I looked. No.
Aha! I left them in the door. No.
Okay, wait a sec. It was physically impossible for them not to be in the apartment, since I had used them to get in, and I had in fact felt them in my pocket five hours ago. And I hadn't left.
I looked everywhere. In the cupboards. In the refrigerator. On the table. In the couch. In the underwear drawer. On the shelves. In the bathroom. This made no sense at all.
I saw the bed, and remembered how I'd lain on it a few hours ago.
And there they were. Right on the bedspread. In plain fucking sight.
I am a moron. The end.
t sneaking back in
Anyone miss me?
What happened last week?
I went to New York City, stayed in a swanky cooler-than-thou hotel, celebrated Chinese New Year, flirted with girls, failed to get them to flirt back, saw the MoMA, saw Christo's crazy "gates", and...um...didn't read this thread.
t edit: Also, I am currently watching what bodes to be the most depressing episode of Law and Order. I hate lesbian custody battles when one partner has all parental rights and the other one is screwed. Sniff. Happy Fuckin' V-Day.