Free ballin'

Last week, we began the potty training process with Tyson. Two and a half years old was the deadline to lose the diapers since that was when Andrew was fully trained. Oh how I don't miss those days. Now he's running around without a diaper, no underwear, with only shorts on. Free ballin'. There were many accidents but as of now, I feel like we're almost there. The pee aspect he has down but pooing, not so much. He's not a big fan of sitting on the toilet, especially on the kid potty seat. "No Thomas," he says referring to the Thomas the Tank Engine potty seat. Not sure why. Maybe he thinks he'll fall in since he's so tiny.

Beautiful weather

Even though Texas has its roller coaster weather, I do enjoy those 60-70 degrees days during the winter as the rest of the north is getting hammered with sub-zero temps. It's only during the summer that I spend my time on realtor.com and browse the different places I'd like to move to but won't since it's too dang expensive and I'm not getting richer anytime soon. But it's fun to dream.

Bobby Deen wrote a cookbook

You might be asking, Bobby who? You know, Paula Deen’s younger son... the one who was in the news lately for being a racist. (The mom, not the son.) Being from the South, is anyone really surprised? I mean, who isn’t racist? I’m sure my mom’s racist and I still like her. But anyway, that’s Paula Deen, who I don’t really care for but I’m a fan of her son. His show, Not My Mama’s Meals, is about making healthier alternatives to his mom's calorie-dense, heart clogging recipes.

Happy birthday to Jacob

My first born son is now eight years old. Has it been that long? He's tall too, up to my nipple now... or chest (for those who cringe at that word). He will definitely be taller than me... it's only a matter of when. So for his birthday, we decided that he would be denied of any big party since Andrew constantly gets screwed for his birthday (like last year how he spent his entire birthday in a car).

Year of the horse

Happy new year! It's the year of the horse which means... I don't know. No one in this family is a horse. So... whatever. Sorry to anyone who is a horse or horse lover. I'm very indifferent towards this year's animal. The dragon and tiger are so much cooler.