Did you know Alpacas have TWO stomachs?

Neither did we until we took a trip to the local Alpaca farm with our MOMS Club. That little tidbit was the one thing SP took away from the trip. The Alpacas were beautiful, but have that nasty spitting habit so we couldn't upset them too much. We were allowed to feed them from a cup in our hand, but a couple of the females started to get a bit too excited. We missed the spit by this much. The most beautiful one had ice-blue eyes and because the blue-eyed Alpacas have a tendency to be deaf, they are gilded. He was gorgeous though.

This is what it looks like when Walt Disney vomits in your kitchen . . .

So, I'm making dinner one night and Sean Patrick's playing and talking to himself, as usual. I'm not paying much attention to him, as usual, and don't notice that one by one he's bringing in EVERY SINGLE LITTLE EINSTEINS toy that he owns. This was the result.

Yeah, I'm the meanest mom ever.

Hee hee.

Picture Taking.

What does a three-year-old take pictures of? Lots of things apparently. Sean Patrick asked every Santa Clause he saw this year for a camera. So, Santa delivered. In the short time he's had the camera, he's taken over 500 pictures and a few videos. His subjects range from Mommy & Daddy to the kitchen floor. Really. Here is a sampling of what he finds interesting around the house.

1. Himself. Quite frequently too.



2. His Dinosaurs.




3. His foot while he sits on the toilet. I should probably take the camera away while he's on the throne or we could end up with some "undesirable" photos.



4. The World.

5. Mommy and me in matching pjs.


6. The dog, who looks particularly distraught in this photo.


7. His friend, Howl, who we acquired at our short vacation at the Great Wolf Lodge.


8. Again, himself.


9. The Bat Cave!

10. Daddy!

Potty Training Continues . . .

Today was a good day - no accidents! It's actually not been nearly as hard as it was a few months ago when I completely lost my mind and realized I needed to take a step back. We are BOTH fairing much better this time around. My only mistakes thus far have been showing him how to stand up and the y-front on his underpants. Now, he will ONLY stand up and ONLY use the y-front. If his underwear comes down with his pants, we've got to get them pulled back up in a hurry to facilitate the use of the all important y-front. Good grief. His favorite pair? Pat Pat Rocket of course. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1 . . . Blast off!" Indeed.

We're Here!

We'll, here we are. I've finally started blogging. Not because I have anything witty to say (I don't) and it's certainly not because I love to write; to the contrary, I hate writing, have always hated writing and will probably hate writing until the day I die. Apologies to my poor Ph.D.-educated mom, the ex-professor of literature and creative writing. I am sorry none of it rubbed off on me. This apple got thrown far, far away from that tree.


So, why AM I here? For Sean Patrick. He's growing up too fast and I should have started this sooner. With family spread out all over the United States (and Daddy in Africa for who knows how long) everyone but me is missing out on the fun, such as talking, walking, and now potty training.

As of right now, this blog will be open to anyone, not just friends and family. Comments are welcome. The snarkier, the better. However, anonymous or mean-spirited posts will not be tolerated and will be immediately deleted. If I have to take it private, I will, and then you will have to ask for an invitation, which I will be more than willing to give (provided, of course, you are not the meanie). Happy reading. I hope you enjoy Sean Patrick as much as I do! Lots of love.