Owen keeps mixing up the 4th of July and New Year's. I think it's because we lit some leftover sparklers on New Year's Eve this year, and naturally he associates sparklers with 4th of July. He thinks we're supposed to stay up til midnight tonight, so okay, whatever, we'll stay up til midnight. At least Mitch, John, and I will. Owen probably won't make it, just as he didn't make it on New Year's Eve, despite much shaking and nudging to wake him for the ball drop.

Today I have a random assortment of funny moments to record. One happened yesterday in Target. Owen was begging for a Transformer (though I can't imagine why--it's not like they're being heavily promoted or anything), and I told him no. He was whining, begging, asking whhhhhhy? And I answered, "Cause I'm a mean mommy." He poutily crossed his arms and hmmphed, "I know. I saw it on your website." Well good, so now we're clear.

The other one was this morning. Our darling blond son is still having poop issues despite a recent improvement. He is consistently going in his pants again, and he knows that it irks us. So I came out from putting Paige down for a nap this morning, and Mitch looked guilty. He came over to me and quietly told me, "Mommy, I talked to my pants."
"You talked to your pants?" I sensed where this conversation was going.
"Yep. I talked to my pants, and I told them I wasn't ready to poop yet."
 By now I could smell where this was going. "Oh yeah? And what did your pants say?"
"They said, um, I don't know. I just. I just told them no pooping."
"But your pants pooped anyway."
Solemn nodding.
"Well please tell your pants that they're big pants now and they need to put poop in the potty. K?"
"Okay. But can you change my pants?"

I had to fight the urge to follow the logic of the conversation and explain that if we changed him into new pants, those pants wouldn't know  what we'd told his current pair of pants about being big pants and waiting for the potty, so maybe he should just sit his doo for awhile until his BOTTOM remembers the whole deal about pooping . But the child is obviously confused enough, so I refrained.

Sigh.

Anyway. Happy New Middle of the Year. Here's hoping that 2007-and-a-half brings blessings, growth, and potty training before preschool starts in September so Mitch doesn't get booted from the 3 year old class for having disobedient pants.