My boy is potty trained.
I know, I am tempting fate by writing that, but this is day three of dry, no accidents and no pull-up at night. (That sentence needs clarification -- he has been dry with basically no accidents for a couple of weeks now, but for the last three nights he has also been dry in the morning with no pull-up -- makes more sense now, doesn't it?).
Yipppeeee!!!
Tim and I had a romantic evening last night when Grammy took the kids overnight. We worked on scraping the black tarpaper goo off the floor in the study/music room. It was very romantic. Well, it was very sticky anyway. Oh, that doesn't sound good at all. We scraped floors until nine (despite the fact that I said we would quit at 8:30) and then showered and went out for an anniversary dinner at the new steak place here in town -- Thanks Emmie for the dinner, even though we ate it on your anniversary instead of ours! -- It was very nice, I got a little drunk and Tim thought that was very amusing.
Then we came home. And I am not talking about the rest of the night, but I will tell you this much: Inside Man with Clive Owen and Denzel Washington and Jodie Foster is an interesting movie and worth renting if you haven't already seen it.