I Hate HTML

Well, took me most of the time I was home today to figure out how to get the three column thing going on in here {smooches to Lacie for listening to my ranting and helping me figure this crap out} but taa daaahhh!!! New blog look for a new year. Score. Seriously, I swear I'm fairly good with a computer, but HTML and I just do NOT get along. At all. A few expletives escaped my saintly mouth while trying to figure this out, I'm not ashamed to admit it.

M is back at preschool, and I'll show my crappy parent side by admitting just how glad I was to see her get on that school bus. P, J and I celebrated by sharing a personal pan pizza at Target. Getting out with just two kids is so much easier than three, trust me. I admit, I'm one of those moms who secretly rolls my eyes at the overdramatic people who complain about getting out with one kid and mutter to myself "I remember those days...". And secretly I wish I could go back in time and smack myself for thinking it was just so hard to get out with one OR two kids. Teehee. Now I'm not saying I roll my eyes at people who have a hard time with two kids, I've been there and done that. It's the people who think they have it SO much worse than anybody else POSSIBLY could, blah blah blah. Really, it's a select few people that I've ever met, and chances of them reading this blog are slim to none, so untwist your knickers, because I'm not talking about you.

Tried to start potty training P this week... yeah. I stopped. My kids enjoy their diapers too much. The boy is scared of the potty, so I had it out in the living room. Well, J thought it was mucho fun and P still wanted nothing to do with it, so that idea tanked. So I set the peepee timer, and about 2 minutes before it went off I hear P start crying, I turn around and he's walking towards me like he'd just been horseback riding for 5 days straight, and there's a zig zag of a pee trail behind him in the hall. Really... crappy parent in me *still* wishes I'd gotten a picture of it. All I could do was laugh hysterically, which instead of making HIM laugh too like it usually does, upset him more. Oops. So I comforted and stripped the undies off of him and slapped a diaper back on. We'll try again in a week. Or more. Another hilaaaaaarious part of this was him calling the Thomas underwear I got him "panties". Oh law, it's awesome. CJ hates it, it's not manly blah blah, but oh my gosh, I crack up. Especially in Target when we walk by the toddler underwear and P says at the top of his high pitched lungs "look mummy! Look! It's CARS panties! Look look! I want those panties!". Even the Target worker was snorting in laughter. Priceless.