{ Stay tuned on Friday, for my Funsucka give away numero dos.-there's been a bit of a delay, I know...but you will not be dissappointed-I hope??? Anyway, ya'll come back.}
Yeah. I find scenes like this around my house on a regular basis. Am I the only one?
1. I haven't written more about this, but anyone who stays in touch with me on a regular basis has heard me gripe about it endlessly, I am sure. He completed his potty chart ages ago. But Aiden could care less about potty-ing. We have tried everything. The training underwear, the regular underwear, the pee on the cheerios, the stickers, the toys, the bribery...I even threw out Disney World one afternoon in a moment of sheer negligence, just because I knew he wouldn't do it. I took away his favorite toys. I threatened the child within an inch of his life out of the necessity for desperate measures. He has absolutely no interest on going on the potty. If I have to clean up one more nasty poop, I may go insane. Did you know we spend 200 bucks a month on pull ups and diapers and wet wipes???? 200.
That's a nice pair of boots, people. Per month. Curses to the mothers I hear bragging endlessly about how "perfect" their little "potty angels" are. May you have a horrible nightmare of a time with your second one. And yes, I do (very bitterly) wish for that. It's not fair! (stomps foot) Do you know the fashion angst I have suffered all in the name of poo and pee???
I am all up in arms, here. And then, enter the "ribbets." Frogs are Aiden's favorite animal. He received these as a birthday party favor. (four of the sixty you see before your eyes) and It didn't take long for Jamin and I to realize he is crazy about them. Obsessive, even. Surprise surprise. He builds homes for them. He calls them Daddy, Aiden, Mommy and Baby ribbets. I wasn't sure where the pain-in-the-toucas-boogers came from, but I had my suspicions. After checking Oriental Trading, with a big fat bingo, we ordered a set of 45 for seven smackeroos. They arrived, a few short days later. INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED. I wanted to strangle the idiot who came up with THAT idea. Hello, environment haters. Let's waste an entire roll of plastic on these insignificant plastic thingies. I even ripped off a few hands in the process of unwrapping them. Oh well.
Enter the ribbet system. Aiden pees=ribbet. Poops=ribbet. Goes in pants=ribbet taken away. OH THE ANGST of having a ribbet taken away! And then I laugh, realizing I could have had a round trip ticket to europe right now, with all the money we've blown on the diaper industry. He has also discovered the novelty of standing up and pee-peeing, so we shall see if this is, in fact, a winner for us all. It's been three months. Seriously. Let's do this, already.
2. It was time for a lamp/frame revamp. I mentioned these a few weeks ago, here.
Before
Fourteen dollars, people! Walmart. They're beautiful. I got these lamps last year at Ikea, and always felt they were too small. I recovered them three times, and then officially gave up when I spotted these newbies. the Ikea versions were DYING to go in Emerson's room with their new French Boutique look. I think they go so much better! I call them my big girl lamps. My new frames are also in my etsy store, if anyone feels like blowing some money. Because you love me and we all have money right now. Lots of it. The economy rocks. Do it. 
After: major difference.
Old lamps=Emmy's room. Sometimes I slap myself on the forehead and think...Why didn't I do this before??? and then I remember its because I have so many other things to think about...like feeding my children and going to the bathroom.
3. I ventured to my fave flea market today and found my birthday gift to me from Jamin. I do this every year. It's early (birthday=Diciembre 6th) But I found this old junky buffet which I cannot WAIT to paint. I also plan to rearrange the dining room. I haven't been feeling the love for quite some time now and will post on that soon. Something is seriously off with my fung sheui. Or however you spell it. I don't care enough to look it up.
While we're on the subject of flea market...I found this awesome frame for 8 dollars, as well. You can't beat eight bucks! I'm such a nerd. I'm turning it into a black board. Aiden was so good for me, he got some marbles out of the deal for two bucks. Never mind where the marbles have been, or who owned them before. They were two bucks, and every little boy should own some marbles. That, and I've always wanted him to lose them, and then traipse around the house yelling "I've lost my marbles!" Because that's just funny.
the end.