moving on

Now that we've licked this potty business (even staying dry at night...just bragging), it's time to move on to bigger and better things.  This week I'll be teaching Axel Calculus.  :)

No, really...it seems the mundane has set in again.  The house is back on the market, this time with a new Realty Company and a hell-of-a-lot more stains on the rugs.  I have found with jute rugs however, stains seem to disappear over time, and over time as well, my house is BOUND TO SELL!

I even offered to take the photos for this go-around, creating a "virtual tour".  I figure anything I can do to make it more noticeable, and gain a little good karma!

While Axel is dreaming away I sweat out some calories on the treadmill while mentally re-organizing my Etsy shop.  I have determined from my 2 week Etsy vacancy that it really is "what I put into it".  I haven't been updating, adding new things and what I see most critical is that I'm not BUYING.  Is Etsy just one big money cycle, you spend on Etsy and others spend in your shop?  Something to ponder.  I have been getting lots of word of mouth customers (and they tend to be happier and less demanding anyway).

On, POTTY GIVEAWAY!  I am super excited to announce that the winner (by random drawing from a Red Wing Crock) is Shelly!  She is Jahreds aunt and the source of 90% of our toys!  Shelly, you'll be getting a surprise in the mail (just for you and the birds...no sharing with any boys in your house).

THANK YOU so much for the many tips on coloring the toilet water and especially the tip from Jen!  You provided perhaps the tip I am most likely to use.  Peeing in a parking lot instead of the car seat will come in handy as we are on the road a lot.  Luckily, having a boy, it will be a little less obvious...I may even start parking towards the back, or beside large trucks.  Probably should wait until spring before giving it a whirl...Jahred warned me of potential frostbite.

Check out the pictures of how clean my house was for 5 minutes.  What you can't see are the piles of kid crap just around the corners of each image.  The 4th picture of the blue stairs is the reason I fell in love with this house.  A walk up attic.  The old fashioned wall paper, the blue paint alone; remnants of a better time.  When I saw them for the first time on our initial tour, I spontaneously flashed back to the first book I fell in love with "Diary of Anne Frank".  After that book, I looked for secret stair cases everywhere.  My personal blue staircase walks up from inside my closet, almost like a private escape to possibility, dreams and my very own sauna in the summer.