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Nap times and bedtime have never been easy things around our house.

Whether Cara just lacks a need for a reasonable amount of sleep or if she’s just determined to not sleep, the end result is the same: she’s awake.

A schedule helps and lots of warning about the impending time in her bed helps but neither have created a peaceful time of slumber.

Now a new element has been introduced: potty training.

It’s her own fault, really.

She’s the one who decided to start using the toilet; we didn’t start her down that grown-up path.  Looking back on it, I think it was all part of her master plan to avoid bedtime.

Yesterday’s trip to the pediatrician was eventful as always.

At home, Cara will seek out the bathroom scale and demands that both Tucker and me stand on it.  This happens over and over until we finally put the scale away.

When it got time for Caroline to step on the scale at the pediatrician’s office, she freaked.  She screamed her fool head off.  She went limp.  She blubbered like a drunk.

It was fun.

I ended up having to get on the scale myself [I fought the urge to cover the number] then grab up Wet Noodle Cara [in stores this holiday season] and do simple math to figure out her weight.

My life here recently has been about pee and poop.  [Yes.  ANOTHER potty training post.  Deal with it.]

Cara’s well on her way to being potty trained and I can honestly say that I never thought that I would consider getting princess underwear for someone a good Christmas gift.

I’m a member of a “mothering” website where talk of potty training is par for the course and one of the members posted a link to the pictured product.

Now I’ve always heard that potty training a boy is more difficult than training a boy but I’m not sure that it really requires this.

Since no “mommy blog” is complete without at least some mention of potty training, I figured that I would post a picture and a brief story.

Cara has been rocking the potty training thing.

We got her chair a couple of weeks before I had Oliver but we decided to ignore the chair until after Ollie’s birth since we feared a diaper backlash once Cara saw us diapering Oliver.

So, the chair sat in Cara’s bathroom for about a month without any potty love.

50% of me is SUPER motivated today.

Oliver woke up around 5:30 this morning and then conked back out - after fully waking me up.  [Thanks, Ollie.]  I decided to go ahead and take a shower and get some coffee going.  Shortly there after, Cara woke up and I got her breakfast.  Keep in mind that the sun wasn’t even up yet.  I checked my email.  I sent a couple of work emails out.  I pissed someone off on Twitter and got un-followed.  Busy morning.

50% of me wants to sit on my ass on the couch and not do a thing.

a complete and total douche bag.

Tucker put Cara down for her nap.  I was in our bedroom talking my mom down from a nervous attack concerning her phone going dead and her missing “THE CALL” aka I’ve gone into labor.  Apparently Mom doesn’t realize that she has just a tiny bit of time to get over here when I actually go into labor.

Anyway, Tucker put the kid to bed and went to class while I painted my toenails since I ended up being induced with Cara the last time I painted my toenails this late in pregnancy.  Does that make sense?  I painted my toenails and ended up being induced the same day.

It wasn’t really THAT bad.

Hmm…maybe it was.

Actually, anytime the military is involved in “mandatory fun” you end up with much less fun than one would expect.

We got to Memphis around 3 or something and stopped by Babysrus before we went to check into our hotel.  Cara got a rather cute potty [never thought I'd type those words] that doesn’t make any noise and it adorned by NO cartoon characters.

I got a new Boppy since my other two were trashed before we moved.  Those babies can only take so much washing and boob milk before they just aren’t like they used to be.

I’m going to Memphis today!  Woo HOO!

That’s right, folks.  I made it to this weekend.  My cervix rocks!

Well…in all honesty I thought that I was going to be holding a screaming ball of baby boy this morning but the contractions slowed down and went away.

At one point the stupid things were four minutes apart.  Granted they were never so painful that I couldn’t do something while I was having one but they were annoying nonetheless.

I guess they spooked Tucker cause he finally rearranged our room so that the pack-n-play could easily fit.  I was wondering when he’d decide to do that.

This weekend, my in-laws went to Sams Club and bought us a butt load of diapers.  [248 to be exact.]

Sweet!

Tucker and I discussed the whole toilet training thing and poo-pooed the idea of introducing it before Oliver is born.  We figured that the second she saw a new baby in diapers then she’d be all like, “What about my diaper?  I wanna wear a diaper again.  Toilet training?  Never heard of it.  Now, back to the issue of me not having a diaper on my ass.”  [But she wouldn't say ass...I added that for effect.]