Monday Morning Musings

Just some thoughts that plague me this morning:

Why is it that Sean has peed his pants maybe three times in the past two months of using PullUps, but has peed his pants four times in the past 24 hours since making the switch to full time big boy undies?

How does Ryan know that I need a special photo for his birthday invite?  He's injured his face no less than three times in the past week, including this morning with a busted lip.  Guess I'll just have to photograph my bruiser for what he is!

Why can't all checkers be as lightening fast as Aldi checkers?

When did October and November get together and decide to swap weather?  I was wearing a tank top, jeans and flip flops last night after dark!

Why do I still get zits before that time of the month?  Seriously.  I'm 35.

I really am grateful that I only have one daughter to raise.  I'd rather endure the physicality of destructive boys than the emotional distress of a tween girl!

How did I function without coffee in my previous life?

I'm having to redecorate my home because of Baby Taz.  Who knew that an 11 month old could get behind the toilet, grab the toilet brush and put it in his mouth?  Anyone have any good tips for tethering the Christmas tree to the wall?

How did I manage to live 35 years without injuring my eye, but a one lovey moment with Piglet ends with a corneal abrasion?  Just *how* can one baby cause so much destruction!?

EDITED to add:  Since this post this morning, Sean POOPED in his undies.  And Ryan fell on his mouth, yet again, opening up last week's gum-gusher, covering us both with blood...yet again.  Did I cross a black cat last week?  Walk under a ladder, or something?