Three themes that figured heavily in my weekend:

1. Exploding Poop (not mine)

2. Laundry (resulting for said exploding poop)

3. Rain

In happier news, Owen asked to sit on the potty all by himself both Saturday and Sunday night and we had actual peeing on Sunday. Yay!!!!!
Owen also learned the very important word “mine” this weekend, which of course has to be said as “MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNE” as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. This leads me to think that it is something that is just inborn, this need to claim anything within view and as loudly as possible proclaim it as one’s own.

Also, how does one manage to make it to the grocery store on Saturday and remember to buy everything on the list except more wipes?

…waking up and realizing that the reason your left hip suddenly feels cold and wet is because someone has overpeed the diaper and instead of sounding the alarm (EWWWW! GROSS!), you just let them continue sleeping all snuggled up next to you.