... because no one else in our house is, especially Ella. I'm sure everyone is well aware of our potty training issues (if not, consider yourself lucky) so I'll skip to the most recent update. Last week Wes said to Ella (he says I was the one but I don't think so), "If you poop in the potty you can sleep in our room". And I distinctly remember looking at him with a few obscenities running though my mind (sorry Wes) but also thinking that was a pretty good idea. And I'll be damned if she didn't walk her little self into the bathroom and poop on the potty. Now, again, I can't even believe this is what I have to write about, but it is what it is- and I think what it is is desperation. So Ella has been sleeping in our room on a blow-up mattress. Yes ladies and gentleman, pass over the Mom of the Year Award because I clearly deserve it. Or maybe you could pass it my way because we have somehow gotten ourselves into a hostage situation with those little Cadbery eggs. As in Ella holds me hostage with not getting dressed, not listening, not eating, not (fill in the blank with any activity of daily life that most kids do on their own) without one of those little eggs. Ugh! I wish I could say everyone said this parenting thing would be easy but no one told me that so I'll stop the whining and share some pictures from Ella's ballet class:
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So glad you have a room for us...thats it...Herby, Fidget and I are moving in!!!!!
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