When the SO broke his arm falling in the tub some years ago, it was such a bad break that the doctor told him if he hadn't used his arm to break his fall he'd be dead.

We were doing a camp, and we hadn't had water for half the week. We finally trucked some in, and we were trying to conserve it. So I'd hurried my shower and I think I'd left a good bit of shampoo (soft water) in the shower. He slipped getting out of the tub. It was awful. But thank goodness he hadn't hit his head.

Not the willingness to deal with that as my reality. thanks though.

Been there. It'll improve. First thing I've learned as a parent has been that as bad as any one stage is--it eventually ends.

I'm just hoping our current, let's stick things in electrical appliances stage ends before one of us gets electrocuted. I'd volunteer to come over and do msbelle's laundry. But I'd need someone to come over and run the asylum for me.

Ooooh, Coal Miner's Daughter is on WE.

Bobby had bed wetting until he was 5 or 6. Of course he was so big at that age too. Ugh. A cleaning lady I had at the time insisted that I have him put out a little fire outside, yes, that way. She said it was a custom in Ecuador (I totally think she made it up). Anyway, we made a big game of it. He outgrew it about that time. Annabelle said it was the peeing on the fire, his doctor said his parts grew up. It was a lot of work for a while there.

Annabelle said it was the peeing on the fire, his doctor said his parts grew up. It was a lot of work for a while there.

My BiL had this issue until he was 5, too. There is a hormone that helps concentrate urine, so you can hold it overnight. Some kids get it later than others. They actually have a form of the stuff that they can squirt up a kid's nose now for "treatment".

My sister and her bf had a lot of luck limiting liquids after 6 pm with his 4 year old son.

I wet the bed until I was about 10. Finally, our Dr. prescribed some drug that made the problem go away for good after a few days. (They told me my bladder was too small, and that once it got stretched out I was fine.) I think my parents had tried everything else (except the peeing on fire - that I just occasionally did on my own).

Wait--so one of the twins will be named Clementine

well, if my last name were Darling, I'd so name a child that. But since it isn't and I think a child named Clementine is doomed to either (1) being made horrible fun of (2) dying or at the very least (3) getting lost, it seems like a bad name.

Back to the drawing board. I should do a name-a-Twin-and-pay-its-college tuition contest.

Kat, at some point, we're just going to tell our kids that we can only afford one college tuition and they're going to have to fight it out in a cage match.

Two kids enter, one college student leaves.

hhmmm.... well, I could encourage one to be a welder/ballet dancer in the Flashdance tradition instead of college.

Or a cage match is a perfectly workable solution.

Maybe it should be a sponsor my child's day care drive instead. Because the day care I like is over $1200 per kid per month.

the day care I like is over $1200 per kid per month

Holy shit! I think I'll stick with pets. Yeesh.

Sorry, Suzi! I promise I wasn't ignoring you. I posted and then got sucked into a large black hole - also known as my year-end assessment. I hate these things. I hate having to try to remember what the hell I've accomplished throughout the year *and* figure out how to word it so that Teh Bosses believe I'm worth what they pay me. Blech.

99% of the time I prefer living alone. The other one percent is made up of toilet paper fetching, heimliching oneself on the chair and falling in the bathtub in a freak accident.

This. And also on those rare occasions when I'm sick and whiny and I can't sleep and it's two in the morning and I just want someone to pat my head. Except, I'm also quite cranky when I'm sick, so it might be for the best that I live alone.

I'm still trying to find Indian food. There are a couple of places I could go, but am too tired to walk there.

Devon. You won't want to walk there, but that's the street with the best options. Now I want Indian food, too. Let me know if you want company.

Minion is working on his story in case it never comes up. He's debating between "taken by the KGB" and "sent to Guantanamo". I told him to tell them all that I've been Raptured.

Spontaneous human combustion.

I should do a name-a-Twin-and-pay-its-college tuition contest.

You'll end up with kids named Cingular Wireless and Ford F-150.