Cat Rosie

Today we did something unconventional that I would like to share.  We painted our new cat Rosie purple and her cat friend Andrew received a nice new coat of blue paint.  Where are the pictures you ask?   Well I would love to share this exciting activity with all of you.  Only we do not have a cat friend named Andrew and we do not have a cat named Rosie.    Out of my son's creative little mind have these little creatures come.  He has created a whole world of play surrounding this make believed cat and her little friend.  I became aware of Rosie when I attempted to do laundry with my laundry basket and was told that it was Rosie's cage.  I had to ask permission to use her cage to do my laundry.  I am wondering how I can use this to avoid, with good reason, ever doing laundry again. I am reminded today why it was a good idea to find new loving homes for the cats we did have at one time.  I hopefully, out of love, have sent them to a world where they will never have to endure being painted by my artistic son. OH BOY WHY ME?

POTTY TIME

As you can see I haven't posted in quite some time.  Dare I say it has been quiet here in regards to the boys. Yikes I really should not have posted that.  We will see what happens now.  I have decided that it is time I start the potty training process with my 23 month old.  Even though the wounds of potty training his brother are still a bit fresh.  I feel it is important for them to get comfortable with their bodies and know what happens when they get that feeling, so I let them run around naked for a little bit.  A practice that makes my husband CRAZY.  He comes home from work and wants to put a diaper on right away. If there is an accident (that I do clean up) he says things like that's what you get for not putting a diaper on him.  My response WHY do we have a carpet shampooer????  Well 2 weekends ago we were getting ready for my brother in law's wedding and my little guy, who was running around nude, started yelling "wawa" at me.  I looked and he had peed, on my makeup bag.  After cleaning it up and washing everything I went downstairs to get my clothes.  As I was coming back my little one was screaming and crying.  I thought it was because I had left.  No I am not narcissistic he has started doing that lately.  When I got up the stairs and tried to calm him down he was sobbing and saying poopo and pointed to a fresh hot pile of stinking poop.  Thank god it was solid enough to clean up without leaving too much of a mess.  My husband's response YOU STILL HAVEN'T PUT A DIAPER ON HIM??? Please wish me luck OH BOY WHY ME?