I've apparently lost my camera. This is a true tragedy. Last I saw it I was hightailing it to the park bathroom because Lucas announced to us all that he was going "IN MY PANTS RIGHT NOW!" As I grabbed everything and ran to the restroom, it must have slipped out of my pocket. Or it's hiding somewhere in the house. Who knows. All I know is there were some really stinkin' cute pictures on there. And Lucas will never ever live this accident down. I'm preparing my rehearsal dinner speech now.
Lucas is finally successful on the potty - but it is now as if his body is in hyperdrive. Now we go to the potty about every 12 and a half minutes. (I might be exaggerating a teensy bit... but after going 12 hours between potty breaks, it feels like a darn awful lot!) Lucas has also learned the art of the potty stalling technique. Anytime he's bored or doesn't want to do something, "I have to go pottttyyyyyy!"
In other news... Oh who am I kidding, there is no other news. My life is just potties right now. Half the books in our living room have to do with the potty. I think I'm even dreaming about the potty.
Actually, I suppose that it is newsworthy that Ethan did great at ice skating, we picked about 100 peas from the garden (peas are the new radishes, though I actually like them), I found a daycare for Lucas next year, they boys and I are hooked on a daily ritual of watching "What Not to Wear", and who knows what else.... It really has been rather uneventful around here. I suppose I should be thankful, but I am itching for an adventure! (As long as there are bathrooms around).