Harriet now has two teeth! Both her bottom, middle teeth came in last week. No fevers or fussiness at all--just a lot of chewing on 8 fingers at a time. Adorable.
Eli climbed on top of the toilet yesterday (with the lid down), poked out his chest and said, "I'm the man." Yes, you are.
In fact, Eli is practically potty-trained. He has started telling me when he needs to go and he'll go on his own entirely sometimes. Well, he still needs help getting his underpants back on. I'm pretty pleased. By the time he's three, I think he'll be like Cowen and be 100%. I'm feeling positive.
Why is it already this late?? Why aren't the dishes finished or the bread put away or the two pee incidents cleaned up or the glass vacuumed or the two people I absolutely had to call for RS called? Why? WHY?? I need a nanny. And a maid. And a private tutor. And more hours in the day. Or less time on the computer (ha!).
I'm going to go put the bread away, give up on the rest, and go to bed. Tomorrow is another day.
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