I feel like my blog has been severely lacking in humor lately. Maybe it's me, and I can't put the funny twist on things like I used to. Maybe it's the kids and they are not doing the things that make for hilarious blog fodder. I don't know.
But I do know one thing.
The funny is about to come back.
How do I know this? Well, it's easy. We are about to start attempt number three at potty training the twins.
Two child-sized fire hoses wildly spraying the bathroom and me? Now that's funny.
Yes, we have tried this twice before. Twice now I have put the twins in undies for seven days straight, and twice now I have recognized the fact that they are just not ready. It's time for round three. We can think of lots of things to spend a hundred dollars a month on besides diapers for three kids.
Oh, speaking of pee, I had all the kids in the shower with me over the weekend. No, our shower isn't huge, but it's slightly bigger than a bathtub so it kinda works to have an adult and four kids. But it's close quarters for sure.
Anywhoo, I was doing something and turned to see Drew sitting on the shower floor looking up at Grant with a curious look on his face. There was Grant, standing directly in front of him, belly stuck out in the way he does as he pees, and giggling. Had Grant just peed on Drew? I don't know. But I have my suspicions. Let's just say Drew got a really good scrubbing down that day.
Well, I'm off to tackle some projects before I start the don't pee on the floor or the filing cabinet or me or your brother or sister or the cat routine. Wish me luck!