The Dammit Chorale

This morning over breakfast, Tas and Chance started chanting "Dammit" with a wild look in their eye, a smile on their face and the intensity that I would be saying Dammit, if I were yelling at them for doing one of their many antics. I know, I know calm voice, don't yell, etc., etc., but we are in the midst of the terrible twos so here and there a "dammit" feels good! Apparently though, it has lost its effect and when they say it, I have all to do but to burst out laughing.

Tas is potty training. Chance is not but is slightly interested in it. Chance gets very upset when he has to poop and announces it, "Uh oh - poop Mommy!" Tas on the other hand just poops in his undies and has no issues with this. The other day, Chance ran up to me and said "poop on the potty Mommy". So I said, "OK, let's go poop on the potty". I put him on the toilet and he sat there for at least 5 to 10 minutes. Tas decided to provide moral support, so he pulled up a stool and sat right across from Chance to keep him company. They chatted all the while. Chance did make a very small poop in potty but then did he big poop after I put his diaper on.

The boys both sing now and enjoy playing their banjos. Chance sings 'twinke twinkle little star' and Tas sings you are my sunshine. Yesterday, Tas unloaded the clothes ("bubbles") from the washer to the dryer using their step stool - this was VERY helpful and he was very proud of his accomplishment.

Last night, Aunt Lala came over to watch the boys while I did a yoga class. Heath had business functions evry night this week so I really needed to get out. Thanks Ladonna. Tas calls Ladonna "Donna" now. Noth sure where he got this.

This weekend, we are going tubing with the O'Rourke family since we can't make Tubitini next weekend. Tas keeps asking to go on Uncle Charle's boat. I told him that we are going tubing and that they'll be in a really cool raft in a river, which is like a boat.


Happy Friday!