Proof that I may have to switch to the fire-and-brimstone approach to potty training:
"Mama, Liza pee-pee on ground. (she pauses, then says brightly) That's okay, everyone has accidents sometimes."
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Exposing my neuroses to the world since 2006
Because It's Important
Blog Archive
-
▼
2007
(390)
-
▼
August
(41)
- Bagpipe Boogie
- Who knew she knew how to pump?
- Guys and Toddlers
- A picture is worth ...
- Progress, of a sort
- What I've been doing while watching television
- Best $20 I ever spent
- Thank you for the dress, Grandma
- I find it mind-boggling ...
- Pseudo-title
- Pardon the interruption
- Kitchen design, v. 2.0
- Sign it's not a good day
- Oh dear, my eBay listings are never this good
- My Dad at the cottage in Cape May - then and now
- I swear, he's as regular as Leap Year
- Best design so far
- Why bother having a yard sale?
- Funky fungus among us
- Yes, I am exactly this lame
- Youngsters
- Change #1
- Introducing a new blog category: kitchen renovation
- Fun with the sitemeter
- Holy photoshopping, Batman!
- Locker Pockets
- Well, I should hope so
- Unproductive
- This weekend's home improvement project
- reboot, schmeeboot
- A message to some new readers
- Hard reboot
- fini
- Okay, so I'm supposed to be sleeping, but ...
- Heard today
- I have Figured It Out
- First of the sweatshop patterns
- Medusa
- Letterboxing
- Fairy tales
- Temporarily breaking radio silence
-
▼
August
(41)
Subscribe to Mind Flush
The blog my husband didn't even know existed until I told him last week
Visitors
NaBloPoMo 2010
NaBloPoMo 2009
NaBloPoMo 2008
NaBloPoMo 2007
2 comments:
Yesterday, I caught my young daugter sitting on the toilet urinating through her bathing suit.
I guess I should be glad that at least it is on the toilet.
Sigh.
- MLF
I've had Morgan pee on the potty a time or six. I feel your pain.
Post a Comment