Thumper said so

My mom used to remind us "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."  That's why I haven't blogged about Lily's potty training yet.  Or, in other words, the battle To Poop or Not to Poop in One's Undies.  (Scoreboard: Lily: 18, Mom: 0)

Here is a picture of our shower, or as we not-so-affectionately call it, The Underwear Tree.

Crazy Eliza Month

Last week our school had a "Crazy Sock Day."  Because nothing improves school spirit like having kids come wearing crazy socks, right?

That morning, Sage came up for breakfast wearing two different colored socks.  Eliza showed up wearing two white socks.  I reminded her that it was Crazy Sock Day, and she got an excited look on her face and said, "Mom, I am wearing crazy socks.  One of them is clean and one of them is dirty!"'

Speaking of crazy and Eliza, she has always been extremely "creative" in the names she gives her stuffed animals.  (Remember the dog "Riding on the Back"?)  Unlike everyone else, who calls our cat "Kitty," Eliza's been calling our feline "Kitty on the Radio" for weeks now.  But apparently that wasn't good enough, because yesterday she suggested a replacement for "Kitty on the Radio."  I had to take a video clip, and even when she repeated her idea for the camera, I had a hard time not snorting with laughter.

Putzin.  So we can call her Putz-in-Boots.  Awesome.  (Maybe all this naming drama came about because she spent 29 days with the legal name of Female Williams?  Mark and I better get to work on boy names fast.)