Catching Up After a Potty-Induced Absence

I realize I've been absent of late; if you've taken note of any of my Twitter updates (or read my last post), you'll realize that's because I've been potty training both boys at once.

For the record:

J: 100% trained

B: not so much (But he is very confused when I put him in a diaper at night, so obviously I can't backtrack now. We must persevere. Even at the cost of our collective sanity.)

Anyway. I'm done talking potty. That's all I've done for nearly a week now, and if anyone utters the word potty in my hearing one more time, I'll most definitely snap.

Onward. Here, I'll put in a line to make it more official:

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I'm branching out in the blogosphere! If you go here, you can read a post I wrote for my alma mater's blog, in which I preach about being frugal and cheap and dumpster diving. No, seriously, I get pretty bossy. But there are some cute pictures of me that were taken by a professional photographer (!!). Seriously, he came to the house and took them. And I wore a pink shirt in front of my red china cabinet. Seriously. Also, my socks are kind of a funny flesh color.

No, seriously. It's awesome.

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If you've ...

Oh, dang, I left this post for a few minutes to fiddlefart around on Facebook, and now I have no idea what I was going to say.

If you've read my blog before, you know I'm neurotic and long-winded.

If you've ever read a classic novel/enjoyed history/gotten sucked into online comics, then you'll love Hark! A Vagrant.

If you've ever met my husband, then you know how intimidating his reading list is.

Hm. No idea.

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I have an exciting home project coming up very soon, and I am going to make myself keep it a secret from you, my loyal bloggies, until it's all finished and lovely and making me happy and not making me curse from the sheer immensity of the project which I have taken upon myself to complete.

Instead, I will keep my mouth (mostly) shut and offer you one tiny, small hint. Do you remember this post, in which I featured this much-anticipated photo?

In this photo is the subject of my upcoming redo. And I will say no more! (If you know, don't spill the beans, please!)

Everyone should really go back and read that post from nearly a year ago. My hair was short and spiky, C was a hairless fuzzy lump of sweet baby, the boys looked like little girls with their flowing locks (I'm sensing an unintentional theme here), and I had no idea what I was doing with the awkward corner of my living room. Also, I admitted how the boys had successfully and stealthily climbed onto my table to play with my chandelier.

I was probably reading my vampire love saga or something at the time.

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Oh, geez, now I remember what my mystery If you've... statement was all about. New Moon! DUH!

If you've NOT been living under a rock for the last year and a half, then you probably know that I am decidedly Team Edward.

(Also a little bit Team Jasper.)

But I've been told that a certain upcoming movie might challenge my hard-and-fast vampire crush.

That's what I was going to say, or something very nearly like that.

So anyway. I'm going to see it. And, as Emily so nicely put it, I might "die with anticipation. Or pee my pants with excitement." I have been re-reading Twilight and New Moon for the 678th time each, suffering through the agony which is NM simply so I can remain loyal to the cause. Or something like that.

You know, if The Professor reads this, he'll be so embarrassed. I'll just stop now.

(Team Edward!)