Is there anything cuter than a 3-year-old in brand-new toddler underwear?
Such hope.
Such promise.
Can I REALLY be done with diapers?!
Needless to say, it's completely consumed the last 5 days. I felt it was an appropriate way to ring out the old year. Tommy has been pretty good... so far...
In other non-pooping news. I've been using this opportunity to catch up with blogging and journaling and cleaning the house. We had absolutely no plans for New Year's Eve, until Drew swallowed a cylindrical neodymium magnet from the set of cheap magnaforms. One magnet by itself isn't that big of deal, but we needed to make sure. After a quick trip to instacare and a couple of x-rays, I was able to tell Mr. poisoncontrolguy that Drew checked out with a toilet "hat" and some latex gloves. I'm sure we'll see it pass by sooner or later! We made it home in time for fireworks and an early bedtime. We had some leftover sparklers and a few spinny things that weren't that impressive. Next year, I'll plan better. Good thing some neighbors down the road had an impressive display of aerials. We felt fulfilled. So long 2020!






























