Potty Training, cont.

Andrew has been potty trained/training since July of last year. We are still working on nights, but I'm fine with pull-ups for now to get us through our slumber. Anyway, my favorite thing about potty training has to be Andrew's urgent need for privacy. He's 3, and we all must afford him the right of privacy when he's going poo... although we still have to assist in the wiping that oh so private hiney.

So, Andrew insists on someone accompanying him to the bathroom if he needs to poop. Once you get there, he turns and says, "I need privacy". We must all wait patiently outside the door for our opportunity to help the king off his throne.

Here's the twist. The other day we went to the mall and had to all share the family bathroom. Andrew mounted his throne and gave his usual request for privacy. I shrugged at the exit to the single stall bathroom and explained that I couldn't leave. What was his response?

"Then, please, just don't look at my eyes."

Oh, my. It was all I could do to hold back the laughter.

:)
Anne

Beauty Shop Guy

Have you ever been to the hair salon, and the stylist left you feeling less than great about your 'do? I think we all have. For example, I once asked for her to trim about an inch to make it look healthy. To which, the stylist held up my abundance of split ends and said with disgust, "It's gonna take a lot more than an inch to make this look healthy." Ouch. That was the harshest comment by someone working with my locks... until now.
Flash forward to beauty shop time in the Shacklett living room. Andrew has started "doing" my hair recently. This time he said he wanted to brush my hair, so I let him work his magic for a few minutes. Then, I asked "Is my hair pretty now?" He sighed and replied, "Well, first I'm gonna need some scissors. Then I will have to keep brushing to get all the bugs out." Double ouch.

Apparently, I have let myself go.

:)
Anne

PS:
Great Auntie M,
Here is the picture proof of the newly mobile Caroline that you requested.