St. Nicholas Day

So I am currently listening to Megan descend (crash is more like it) from her St. Nicholas Vespers sugar high...whose idea was it to put candy in her shoes at 8 o'clock at night?? My word, she ran around like a complete lunatic. One of the little boys gave her a gun made out of legos, and now she knows how to shoot people. She shot everyone. Steve Templeton acted really scared and ran away from her while she was shooting, and she thought that was hysterical.

So...potty training. What a nightmare. After a day of peeing in the potty twice, then just all over the carpet, Megan decided that the mere mention of the potty chair was grounds for a complete twenty minute melt-down every time the word came out of my mouth. So we are on hold for now. She tells me every now and then that she is peeing in her diaper...that has to count for something, right? She's just barely two, so I'm not concerned. Just annoyed at the pile of laundry.

And as for Godmothers being the official potty trainers--doesn't that mean Anastasia should be doing this for me? I'm pretty sure it does. Whew, what a load off.

I went to the dentist today. It's pretty pathetic that my "me time" comes in the dentist's chair, but that's pretty much how I felt. Then, they told me that I have three cavities and a fractured tooth. Ugh. So back I go in a couple weeks for extensive shots and drilling. At least I can get it in before the end of the year so our insurance will cover it. But still. I am annoyed. Although, now that I think about it, now I get to have "me time" AND nitrous oxide. Score.