success

poop in the potty finally. all on his own. he went in his room and i heard his potty play a song (the one we don't even use, it's a stepstool to reach the light switch) and i ran in there...i even took a picture but don't worry, i won't post it. so now that leaves the tally at 99% trained at home. one accident today, but that was when he was fully dressed outside helping rake leaves. we have yet to succeed outside the home, but we dont' really go anywhere. i guess i should get a foldable seat? yuck. i would rather help him sit on the side of a big toilet and wash hands afterwards. less plastic crap to buy.
i'm a little sad because i got a look and a mean comment for still nursing my baby tonight. i did laugh when she asked, "well, doesnt' he bite you?!"

happy valentines day. my husband is at walgreens, right now, at 830 the night before. we were out and he wanted to stop with us all in the car and run in. seriously. good thing my love language has nothing to do with romance. ooooops, that reminds me that the card i bought for him is still unsigned, stashed in the glove box in the car he is driving right now. i guess we are two of a kind. we really do love each other so much. we hardly ever fight or even argue. we do the connection parenting three R's with each other if something comes up. we both think farts are funny, and really wanted to elope FOR REAL. we both love rachel maddow and stephen colbert. we both understand how important it is for our kids to be happy and settled and attached, even though sometimes that leaves less time for each other. we don't want to be farmers, either, even though that may be in our futures. i love my husband because he calls everyone chicken, says "sweet dreams" to his sister when they get off the phone (even though i pretend to puke in my mouth every time) and tells people to not give gus Num Nums because they have artificial coloring. he changed poopy diapers from the babies today. he ate my all natural sloppy joes today and took seconds. he took a beating from me in our yahtzee tourney the other night and is still upset about it and looking for a rematch. he thought cloth diapers were a great idea. he's downstairs right now filling out a card that is cheesy and long and breathy and writing some heartfelt words to me that i will adore. i am unable to do this for him, and even though he wants the romance blah blah blah he appreciates me the way i am.