Some Serious Business

Two updates for you ladies and gents:

Item No. 1: The Tinkle Department

The 3.5 year old and I had a real heart to heart, and I pulled out the big guns meaning we watched an episode of Wonder Pets where a puppy needs help going 'pee, pee'. I would like to think my oldest caught the gravity of the situation because he ran in the bathroom this morning, grabbed his Potty Bear and exclaimed, "THIS IS SIH-WEE-US!" (i.e. title reference)
Does this mean he's potty-training?
Heavens no. (are you kidding me? that would be too easy. . .)
But we both agree this is serious business.

At least he's trying to wear his underwear right?

Item No. 2: Our Fair-Weather Fish

Yes. Nemo Colton Calaway has gone to the happy hunting grounds. Fortunately, I was not the one to discover this--wrong year for me. I would have burst into tears. As it is I think I'll send off our dearly beloved with this:

An Ode to Nemo Colton Calaway

Nemo, dear Nemo.
You were a nice fish
Orange.
And. . .You are dead.
You swam. [like a shark]
You ate. [a lot]
You pooped. [even more]
You died.
I feel guilty
I think I overfed you.
I am ashamed.

Eehh--Why Not?

So I thought I would blog today. My solitary retreat must end and to be honest, we might have two Grandmas spontaneously combust if they don't get an update on our blog's favorite face (i.e. the 3.5 year old who is still NOT potty-trained. I officially give up people. I have tried bribery, incentives, guilt, bandwagoning, peer pressure, and anything else dirty, low, and rotten. Aahhh! Congress works quicker than this. Ok--not really. I exaggerated. I know, I know he'll just decide when he's ready. Well, twenty is coming, and I don't think Mr. Calaway is going to pay for diapers through college. Yikes. I digressed. . .)

So here are the pics:

and here are the top five thoughts circulating through my brain (plenty of space up there):

1. I stink at this staying in touch thing. Good thing my friends know this about me--and will readily forgive that I haven't blogged or called in like a month. Sorry. [head hanging down]
2. How in the heck did Harry Reed manage to weasel himself back into the power play again?
3. Hot chocolate--mmmmmm! I think I'll go make some. Two words people--cocamotion machine. You have not lived until you try hot chocolate from this machine-go to Walmart and gift yourself one for the holidays. Delish.
4. My kid refuses to potty-train and hands me fresh boogers at church. Where did I go wrong?
5. and last of all--What am I going to make for dinner? 4:00 is upon me. dang.