Potty Training

A month ago, I proudly announced to friends and family that Elizabeth, genius two-year-old that she is, had potty trained herself. And it really looked as if that was what had happened.


Ouch, My Uterus

My baby turned three this weekend. My uterus is too nostalgic, and confused by the mixed signals the poor thing is receiving from my rational brain versus my squishy mommy heart, to write anything at all (not that I normally use my uterus to write, you understand).