Fired Up

I'm a very attentive mother, I swear. I was at my friend Charlotte's house and she has one of those rockin' front-loading washers. Erik was playing quietly in the front room at the time. So while I'm standing there drooling over her washer and dryer, we hear Erik start screaming. I run over to see what happened, and he's sitting in front of the fireplace flapping his hand. Yes, you guessed it. He stuck his hand flat against the glass on the fireplace. Erik was obviously not too happy. So now he has fun blisters on his poor little hand. Second-degree burns, but nothing to worry about unless it gets infected. This picture is before the blisters looked too nasty.

So while I'm on the topic of washers, last week our washer started leaking. Unfortunately it was repairable. But I've decided that I want a new one. Kent doesn't understand why I want a new one when we have a perfectly good working one. However, I'm sure that if he was responsible for the laundry for a couple weeks he would understand. So even though our washer is working I'm still drooling over those front-loaders. My favorite? The GE Profile washer and dryer. It's ridiculously awesome and rocks my world. You can get the pedestals that give it a lift, but that's not the best part. The best part? You can get containers that go in the pedestals, fill them up with your detergent and fabric softener, and it dispenses it for you. Now I just have to convince Kent that the strain of pouring the detergent into the washer is detrimental to my health.

Solo Point

There's a secluded little piece of waterfront that is right next to some train tracks not too far from our house. Since the weather was nice today I took the boys over there to play around and try to get some pictures. Here are some of my favorites:

Saunders Look-alike Meter

MyHeritage: Look-alike Meter - Family history - Dynasty

Saunders Look-alike Meter

MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity - Collage - Morph

Gee, Mom

We really like pudding.

Urine Trouble

It will require divine intervention for Taylor to be potty-trained before he starts high school. I have tried EVERYTHING:

1. Giving him 1 M&M for going pee, 2 for poop
2. Sticker chart
3. Having him sit on the toilet every 20 minutes
4. Letting him just go naked
5. Giving him a special "pee plant" to water
6. Letting him pick out his own big boy underwear
7. The "potty monster": I dressed up all of my toilets with arms and faces and they all thanked Taylor for "feeding" them after he went to the bathroom
8. Telling him that he was doing a great job wherever he went to the bathroom, but encouraging him to go on the toilet
9. Getting a toy if he stays dry all day
10. Spanking him every time he went anywhere but the toilet

I've been at this for months. So what's my present method? I've come to the point where I'm sick of buying diapers or pullups and I'm sick of stressing about it. I'm not putting him in diapers or pullups anymore. The kid will wear underwear at all times unless he's at school. The problem? Well, he doesn't really care that he's wet. I made him ride home in his underwear after he wet his pants one day, and he came home and went straight to his toys- didn't even bother to take them off.

But today we had a breakthrough... kind of. We met Kent for lunch, and he wet his pants during lunch. So after lunch we went out to the car and I made Taylor wait on the driver side while I put Erik in his car seat on the other side. After I get Erik buckled up, I walk around the car to open the door for Taylor. What is he doing? His pants are around his ankles, his shirt is up past his belly, and he's wizzing on the black BMW that's parked next to us.

And I thought we weren't getting anywhere...

A Lesson on Personal Prayer

--On the drive home from church--

Me: "So Taylor, did you have fun in Primary?"

Taylor: "YEAH!"

Me: "What did you learn about today in Primary?"

Taylor: "We learned about pwayer!"

Me: "And what did you learn about prayer?"

Taylor: "If Erik comes to eat my choo choos, I can pway to Heavenly Fodder to take Erik far away and shut my door. And then He'll give me another choo choo."

Maybe when that doesn't work he'll try fasting.