Ready to potty train?

If Jackson picks up his sister's Dora the Explora' potty seat insert and puts it on his head, would you consider that a sign of readiness?

The best part was that when I held it up and said, "this is for your booty," he looked at me like, "what the heck would I put it there for?"

I wasn't prepping Jack for potty training, I was trying to clean the bathroom. Trust me I am in no rush to potty train Jackson. Ever.

Now that I am an old and seasoned veteran in these parenting wars I know that potty training is only the end of diapers, but does not represent any sort of new freedom. I will be racing to find the nearest restroom with a panicked child and handling poo for perhaps the rest of my life.

Seriously...

...go buy this right now. Unless you like your hot chocolate to taste like the cardboard box it came in.

Whisk into hot milk, top with marshmallows, sip coffeehouse quality cocoa. Like I am right now. Mmmm.

Advent opposites

Every night during dinner we have been lighting our Advent candles. Ella is terrified of the matches. Not the flame. She's terrified of that too, but that is not irrational. The matches though, she doesn't want to touch them. Or have them on her side of the table. She really doesn't like when we touch them, which makes it especially difficult to light the candles. Apparently Ella has picked up the whole Smokey the Bear don't play with matches thing.

Jackson on the other hand stares at the flame with a playful look in his eye. Like, "if I could just get my hands on that thing, then things would get really interesting!" I am grateful he is strapped into his highchair.

Thank God for Jackson though. Really, can you have a whole family full of don't play with the matches types?