Flashback

So the hubby found some old photos of himself back in the 80s.

This one is circa 1988...he was in a production of HAIR at our undergrad school MTSU. I SAW that production and actually remember seeing him....who could forget all that awesome black hair and shaggy beard??? This was FOUR years before we would meet however. He kind of has a Jeff Bridges circa King Kong era look.


This next one just confirms that he has never had a keen eye for fashion. Not even in a decade known for its terrible clothes. It appears he is sporting a RAYON patterned jacket. The half hearted mullet and scraggy beard accent the wonderful LOAFERS he has chosen to compliment the outfit. Nice one honey. I dont know what year this is....maybe late 80s?

I guess it was fate we didnt meet until 1992, although we traveled in rather close circles. We even realized that we had attended the same party but were there at different times. When i see the above photo i know why now. Of course i believe 1988 was the year i was wearing cut off jean shorts with black tights and black boots topped off with oversized sweaters.

Parent Training

Ah the joys of potty training. I had hoped if we put it off long enough perhaps the wolverine would just start using it by himself without all the weeks, months of peeing and pooping everywhere....struggling to get diapers or undies off and on....all those things. But evidently some effort on my part is going to be neccessary since he needs to be all systems go by September so he can go to the nursery school co-op.

So here we are. We are using the potty chart for encouragement and he gets to do something special after 25 stickers. He chose bowling. He got 3 stickers yesterday and one so far today. No wet diapers or poopers so far. And how is that you ask? Well he has peed at the kitchen table, in our bed and in the tub. He took a dump on his own bed. That one was especially nice for me...since Tim was gone to rehearsal and The Bunny was being cranky and wanting to nurse at the time.

Today he was naked until lunchtime when he peed at the kitchen table.

It seems my entire house is now a litter box for a 3 year old.

Im hoping by Monday things will be going well.....we will see. Im good as long as poop isnt flung everywhere and as long as he keeps his appendages out of the toilet.