You have got to try this...

There's a website called myheritage.com, you can upload pictures of yourself and anyone in your family. Then they do some "face recognition" and tell you what celebrity you most resemble. It does NOT turn out the way you think it would... for example
1. Evan supposedly looks like Eleanor Roosevelt! haa haa
2. I supposedly look like Debra Winger and some Japanese chick
And, the best, I saved for last...
3. Justin looks like a cross between Tony Danza and Whitney Houston!! OHHH harr I was laughing so hard, especially that he is not black, or italian, or looks like anything other a blonde haired, blue eyed Irish boy. Sooo funny.

Potty training sucks

As you can see, Evan is taking the potty training quite seriously. He has fashioned himself a necklace out of the seat. I have done so much laundry upon undertaking this endevor, that the washing machine is tired. I don't know what else to do, other than bribe him, make a huge deal when he actually uses the seat as it was intended, tell him how big that means he is, have long conversations while I sit on a stool next to him in the bathroom about how everyone goes on the potty, read many Thomas the Train books while he sits there, and then have more conversations about how even THOMAS uses the potty. Of course, thomas is a train and all but I mean, if it works, who cares at this point? I never thought I'd be soooo inclined to worry over someone else's bathroom habits. It's just not something you talk about that much. But not only do we talk about it, when there is success, we have to call everyone we know just to tell them the great news!
~ phone rings~
hello?
Oh yeah, how you doing?
ok.
Well, we just had to call to say that Evan just went poop on the potty.
Yeahh!!
And then whoever it is that we call (mostly grandparents, my friends with no kids don't fully understand the important nature of these types of calls) have to make a big deal.
Thank God for grandparents!

Wait, it's not a necklace? 

chocolate facial part one 

God should have made moms with the capacity to not go to the bathroom for at least 10 hours

Everytime I have to take, uhh, a little time for myself in the bathroom we have an episode. Or, well it might not be every time, but it seems like it. Nothing compares to the time, of course, that I used to watch Brianna. Upon setting up her and Evan with a movie and figuring all was fine for the few minutes I needed, I came out to find that they had gone into the cupboard, pulled out the Nestle quick mix, somehow figured how to get the lid off the thing, and dumped it all over the living room floor *thank God for wood floors*. Then proceeded to walk in it, spread it all over their faces, arms, feet, hands... etc. I don't even think they were two years old at that time. That was a fun one. Especially when i was trying to bathe them both and clean the floor at the same time. Apparently, Evan has not outgrown his love for chocolate, or his love to smear, draw and find things to get into every time I need to use the facilities. I guess from now on, or at least until he's 21, i should just go with the door open.

left alone for one second... 

chocolate facial part 2 

relaxing? 

Monday murmuring..

Is murmuring even a word?
Baileys and milk is good, but Bailey's with no milk is not so good, however, i will drink it anyway.
We are entering week 3 of Justin being laid off. I do not do so well when he is laid off... I panic about when he will be working again and fret over money. i do these things just the same when he is working, except I replace the wonder when he will work again with worrying about him getting hurt on the job. Another ironworker he knew fell on the job a week or so ago, and this one died. good news is that last week, Timmy came over - he drove himself over (hooray!) and can walk with the assistance of two canes. I was so happy to see him in our living room. For those of you who may read this by chance and not know who Timmy is, he is Justin's work partner who fell 42 feet off a building they were working on last July, and was in the hospital forever it seemed. It was just so good to see him out of the hospital, and able to walk and drive.
On another note, make sure you go and visit Kim's blog: www.my10kidfamily.blogspot.com, it is hilarious! Note two especially funny stories in the archives - Dr. Dick in from Feb. 05, which i made me laugh so hard I cried, and UPS from the same month. And since she is going on a tropical Hawaiian vacation, i will be guest blogging for her on the 15th. I am nervous, as I am sure I will not be able to compare to her insightful and downright hysterical posts. Ahh, but I am looking forward to seeing what all the other guest bloggers come up with.