Rosie is TWENTY WEEKS OLD (as of a few days ago).
I’m so terrible at posting these things on time right now. Seriously, ever heard the expression “running around like a chicken with its head cut off”? That’s me. Mitchell’s potty training (again, still, whatever). Rosie has decided she is NOT to be left alone in a room, and she also won’t stay anywhere you put her. That’s right, she’s a roller! We got the belly to back a while ago, but now she’s going back to belly! It’s mostly angry rolls, like, “WHERE DID YOU GO, MOMMY?! I DON’T CARE IF EVERYBODY IN THE HOUSE NEEDS DINNER, I NEED YOU HERE!” or “SOPHIE! WHERE IS MY SOPHIE! WHO PUT IT OFF TO MY SIDE?!” But every once in a while (like right now) she just contentedly rolls around the floor, grabbing very non-baby-friendly Hot Wheels along her way. Seriously, how in the world do you make a house toddler-friendly and baby-proof at the same time? I don’t think it’s possible.
So, like I said, Mitchell is potty training still/again/WILL IT EVER END. This time around, he’s decided he needs to be naked. And that the whole neighborhood needs to see it. I mentioned to the neighbor that we were potty training the other day and she went “Oooooh, that’s why he’s naked!” To be clear, he wasn’t with me at the time. But when this is one of his favorite stances, it’s no surprise that he’s probably known as “The Naked Boy” around town.
He also decided that Baby needs to use the potty, too.
Of course, he got Baby’s M&Ms.