Always strive to be #1

I convinced Matthew to sit on the potty, but after 1 nano-second he said “It’s not coming” and got off the potty. I told him to get back on, count to 10 and if nothing was coming then he could get off. OK, he sits back down and we start counting. “One, two, three…” then he cheats and skips a few, “…seven, eight, nine, ten!” He gets down. “I WON!!!!”. Huh? I didn’t even know this was a competition here.

Then in a great display of sportsmanship, and I guess to rub it in, he asks “Are you pit off Mommy?”. Yes it was a swearword, and yes I’m ashamed of us for ever using it around him, and yes it was hard not to laugh when he said it.

Treasurehunting

You find the dumbest things in couch cushions when you’re searching for something (which never seems to be there does it?). Today I went looking for an infant toothbrush we use as a teether for Maya, and instead I found:
- 2 dinky cars I forgot we had
- a butter knife
- a plastic baby spoon
- a pair of Matthew’s pyjamas (folded up too so not only do I have to re-wash them but I have to refold the damn things again too!)
- Maya’s pacifier that we lost when she was 4 weeks old!

And of course there were tons (or is it tonnes?) of crumbs to wade through. Why do so many crumbs end up here? Do people eat with their bums when others aren’t looking?