And the weiner is...

I was catching up on my blog reading today over lunch and realized that I won an awesome prize over at Cecily's blog. A year of Typepad. Sweet! Of course, she mentioned the contest outcome in her blog, complete with a link to my blog (thanks, Cec!), and it immediately dawned on me that I haven't updated in WAY too long. That's the blog equivalent of leaving dirty underwear strewn around the house and having guests walk in the front door unexpectedly. Not that I have any idea what that's like, of course.*

So, if you are here from Uppercase Woman, welcome! April has been a wee bit hectic, but May promises to be full o' posting and bloggity love (and a new blog announcement), so please stop back for another visit!

*We have a fairly neurotic dog that spends the day walking around and cuddling with our dirty clothing. Usually socks and underwear (hey, she's a dog, and what other clothing would have quite the same...um...aroma?). So, if anyone comes to our house unexpectedly, we might be caught with our panties on the floor. Literally.

Rhythm of Spring

The eggs are dyed, the baskets are hidden, and the bunny needs to get to sleep. But I thought I'd send out a quick hello before that standing date with my pillow. May I just say that the pollen levels this spring are completely kicking my butt? Sheesh. I have had hay fever since I was 12 and each year is a random collection of symptoms. Out of the collection of runny nose, itchy eyes, rash, hives, dry cough, and plugged sinuses, I could have one symptom or the whole ball of wax. It's a little different every time. That's just like my body to make a run of the mill thing like hay fever a game of roulette. Fun.

Because I know you're just dying to find out, I won't keep it from you. This year it's a good dose of the dry hacking cough. I thought a bit of sinus impaction was on it's way, but I seem to have dodged that one.

Unfortunately, the season is still young...

Doing the PP Dance

Last night, the whole family was doing a little pee-pee dance because Boudica used the potty. Yay! It was completely unexpected, but when she started pulling on her diaper and looking distressed, we figured what the heck--might as well try the potty. I know that it's only one time, but my little girl is a bullheaded thing. If she sets her mind to doing something, she's going to do it (gee, I wonder where she gets that from...?).

What I really hope is that the green-eyed monster rears it's ugly head and Mr.Moo decides that *he* should be the one getting potty praise (and then promptly trains). Yep, he's going to be four in May and he is still in diapers (mommy hangs head in shame). We've tried all of the tricks in the book (and no tricks at all) and he just does not want to train nothankyou. If we declare a pants-free day, he can use the darn thing without fail. If we add underwear to the equation, we have a mess on our hands (literally).

So, we're going to bring one of the little potties back and forth from my parents' house and try to co-train them. I figure it can't hurt because so far nothing else has worked. How could this be worse? And if I'm lucky, I can just go through the transition accident period with both of them together and get it done already.

I hope I get to do the pee-pee dance a lot more often. Soon.