





It seems this little man is spending much too much time in this here time-out chair. He doesn't really care. He doesn't care if I take away toys, or swat his tight bootie, or threaten anything or everything. When I get really mad he just starts laughing...and then I start laughing. I can't believe how much more difficult it is to raise children than I thought it would be, and their only little. Anyway...he's just so dang cute...

So we have a little girl over today to play, and she had an accident...couldn't quite make it to the toilet in time and peed on the floor. So I put her in the bathtub. Tanner wanted to join. I said no (she has no brothers, I'm not scarring the poor child). So he continues asking, I continue saying no. I'm on my hands and knees cleaning the bathroom floor. Tanner lightly taps me on the shoulder, I turn around and he silently points to a small puddle of fresh pee on the floor. "Did you do that?" "Ya, I just couldn't wait Mom, can I take a bath now?" What the?!? So he had to have a no fun shower and no bath. I just can't get over him peeing on the floor just so he could take a bath.

