Conversations...

With these, it's feast or famine...

Background: When potty training Trent, he chose to sit down to go potty. And up until recently he continued to sit down. Which was really nice for me since I didn't have to be so grossed out when cleaning the bathroom.

I've mentioned before that our household has an open door policy, it's not always pretty...

Eric was walking down the hall to go to the bathroom. When he got to the bathroom (door was opened) he accidentally walked in on Trent. Apparently he was standing up, peeing.

Eric: Dude, when did you start standing up? You usually sit down.
Trent: When I became a man.
Eric: Okay???

At some point in time he's had a right of passage... just not sure when.

Happy 30th!

Happy Birthday, Babe! Enjoy your 30's!

Conversations...

Back ground: We had parent/teacher conferences last week. When talking to Trent's teacher, she asked if he had a temper. I told her that he can blow up and it isn't pretty when he does. She mentioned that he had gone to the intervention room towards the beginning of the year in regards to his temper. I voiced that I was never notified of him being in trouble, (nor did he volunteer this information), and wasn't happy about it. When asked what he did, she just told me she couldn't remember and it really wasn't a big deal because it never happened again, whatever it was. So that night when Eric got home from work, we sat Trent down to ask him what went on...

Mom: Trent, do you remember towards the beginning of the year, when you went to the intervention room?
Trent: Yeah...
Mom: Sooo...what did you do?
Trent: I went there for wrong doings.
Mom: Yes, son. I know that. What did you do to get sent there?
Trent: Listen mom, that was the past and we are moving forward from here on out.

I just sat there, with my jaw dropped...
I looked at Eric wanting some help, he just shook his head and said "let it go babe, he does have a point."

Conversations...

Setting: Driving to school with Caitrin in the back seat

Caiti: Mom, I want to be three again.

Mom: Why? You who cries every morning because you're not five.

Caiti: Just because...

Mom: "Because" is not an answer. Why do you want to be three again?

Caiti: Three was more passionate *sigh*

Really!?! Where did that come from???