A week of colds and sleepless nights over here that has Samuel L. Jackson's voice running on repeat in my head (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv6b0CretuE). I do not function well on lack of sleep. I had a few moments hysterical giggling this morning remembering the sweet and naughty things The German used to whisper in my ear at 3 a.m back when we slept. This morning, when it was my turn to enter the madness that is the kid's room in the middle of the night, those sweet nothings sounded more like "She doesn't have to pee. She peed 20 minutes ago. She is just trying to squeeze a turd out so you have to give her a ca-ca candy**. DON'T FALL FOR IT. Oh, and the new rule is Elmo only gets tucked in once. If he kicked the burp cloth off it is his own problem."
**Back when we were potty training Bean, she was terrified to poop on the potty. I resorted to the promise of ca-ca candy and a special song, which I then had to make up on the fly when it happened. She often sings the "Bean is a big girl" song under her breath when she is in the bathroom, and sometimes insists I sing it with her as encouragement. I wonder if 20 years from now she will hear that song and feel the need to eat an M & M every time she goes.
I'll leave you with that for now. I have a goat leg to defrost.
