Ok . . . So my site has been down for over a week now. I’m sure your wondering (all three people who read my blog) what the heck happened. My web host’s server crashed. Not only did it crash, but apparently it was the hard drive that CRASHED. At this writing they have made a few less expensive attempts to recover the hard drive and now have sent it to a data-recovery specialist (read: EXPENSIVE). What does that mean? Well, I hope they can recover my site. I, of course have back ups of the design of the site, but the blog entries . . . I’m missing from August 2009 (last time I backed up my site) to now. I’ve redirected for the time being to a wordpress blog. I hope to have my own domain and new design up by the end of the week. And I hope at some point my server company will come to me and say they recovered those four months of blog entries. If not I will have to recreate the most important ones: the birth of Everett, Olivia’s birthday, our anniversary, and perhaps the holidays. The others will just rest in the non-existent memory of a crashed hard drive. R.I.P.

So . . . in the mean time, enjoy this simple site with old stories.

Kellie gave us the little potty we asked to borrow. Cal had been asking for his own ever since we told him that was a possibility. So finally yesterday I went over to Kel’s and helped her find it. We brought it home, washed it down, and set it right next to the big potty, with instructions to Cal that it was HIS potty, and isn’t it fun to pull down our underwear and sit on it.

After teaching him the concept for a few minutes we went on our way and about our day.

Then Leslee was over. She called from my room:

“Hey Anj, do you have your camera handy? Cal has something he wants to show you.”

And out walked Calvin with this:

And I was so happy. SO SO HAPPY!

We shouted Hurray! And took pictures! And got marshmallows for treats.

And then tonight after a fun evening out, Cal pulled down his underwear and went and did it again.

The potty training has begun.

Today Wyatt was in search of the remote.

It’s lost you see. I’d like to say I’m so neat and organized, and my children are so mellow and predictable that nothing ever gets misplaced, things are always right where they should be. But if I said that you’d know I was lying. And what good does that do me?

So anyway, it’s lost. And Wyatt was in search. Watching tv without a remote is ANNOYING.

He pulled all the cushions off the couch. Do you know what you find inside my couch? Well, besides popcorn crumbs and matchbox cars?

Wyatt found . . .

Da-da-da-da (drumroll)

My keys!

They’ve only been lost since about two weeks before Christmas. Do you know how long that is? That’s longer than last year when I lost them right after christmas! It’s was Calvin, not me, who lost them this year. He has this thing with keys. And one day he was playing with mine, and they hadn’t been seen since.

Wyatt brought them up to me in victory. But I was confused . . .

Those couch cushions have been off the couch, in fort formation at least half a dozen times since the keys were lost.

But rather than hurt my brain trying to figure that out, I’m just happy to have my jingle back.

Now to find the remote . . .