When we moved in, I thought it would be great if someone would build a house on the vacant lot across the street from our house. The view of the park was nice, but if I needed to borrow an egg or, you know, communicate with another human being capable of stringing multiple words together to form a sentence, I had to walk WAY down to the end of the culdesac. Plus the empty, treeless lot with the discontinuous sidewalk was weird looking. So I was pretty excited a few months ago when a builder came out and installed an electric box on the lot. There hasn't been much activity since then, but then the other day after hearing a lot of strange noises and seeing trucks coming and going I looked out the window and saw this:
Klassy, no? But it got sooooo much better the next day:
I think it's time to potty train!! I mean, now if we're outside playing we don't have to rush all the way through the living room, dining room, and kitchen to make it to the bathroom, we can just use our friendly, culdesac Port-A-Potty! And can I just say what a relief it is to me, as the hugely pregnant person I am, that I will no longer have to drag a screaming toddler and his tricycle inside every time I need to go potty? Instead of "Charlie, come here, Mama needs to go potty." I can say "Hey! Charlie! Do you want to go play in the FORT?!?
Also, OK FINE! A belly pic for Abby, SSU, and Sarah.
31 weeks 6 days