The Potty train has left the station. Wyatt is getting the hang of it, although I don't know if he can figure out when he has to go on his own yet....
The Luck Of The Irish
We started our day with green pancakes and some friends came to eat and play dress up. (Alot more dressing, than eating.) There were 4 girls, and Wyatt. And Wyatt was crushed when the girls wouldn't let him in the room to play pretend. So we put him in his puppy halloween costume, and he was allowed to be the Puppy To The Princesses. And then he decided to become a princess himself (peer pressure, not gender identity issues....). You haven't lived until you've seen a princess in Spiderman underpants, who can stand up to pee....
Shoveling isn't for cowards...
I moved out some holly plants this weekend, and will attempt to keep some azelas alive. Thought I send you a photo of my handing work, and also explain why my back hurts today....pitiful. Eight months of pilates didn't prepare me for 1 hour of shoveling.
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