Just a quick update on some things before I entertain you with stories of a drunken Michelle:
1. The armadillo, which The Boy called a doe-doe and had taken residence in our front flower beds, appears to have found a new home. Armadillos must not like the smell of mothballs. Unfortunately, I also don't like the smell of mothballs and now have to inhale it every time I go out my front door.
2. The Boy's last foray as a lap-baby on a plane went well. He's a good traveler. He slept through most of the flights and didn't kick the seats or whine much. That being said, I am not sad to say goodbye to carrying a 30-pound, squirming toddler on my lap in a narrow airplane seat.
Oh! and suckers seemed to stave off hurting, popping ears during take off and landing.
3. The potty is getting a lot of use in our house -- as a toy. The Boy does a lot of "mo-wing" with it, however, he also sat on it this morning and pretended to wipe his bottom with a piece of tissue. We're not pushing the issue, just letting him play with the potty and see us when we use the toilet. My sister thinks I should be more hopeful than I am about potty-training after The Boy announced at dinner the other night, "I pooing." There was, indeed, poo.
4. The Boy might not have been enamored of Peanut this weekend, but I was very impressed with Michelle's little girl. She's a tough cookie. My nephews, ages 3 and 2, and The Boy accidentally ran over Peanut with toy trucks, threw sand in her hair and tripped her, and she just kept coming back for more, the perfect mix of girly-girl and tomboy.