Training: No, not for a marathon. Not for the Olympics. Not even for riding a bike. Training as in toilet training. What in the world? Why is this such an ordeal? First of all, our toilets are too tall for our toddler - even with a stool. What's up with that? And why did no one ever tell me I'd have to clean up pounds of poop found all over my house because he doesn't want to be in a dirty diaper? (Pounds may be an exaggeration....or maybe not). And why is it so easy to poop everywhere BUT the toilet?
Teething: Who decided it was okay for both twins to teethe at the same time? And when I'm toilet training my two year-old? (Say that five times fast! I must be on a T spree!) Orajel and Tylenol (ooh! another T!) have become my best friends yet again. And the up-down, up-down of these teeth! Just come through already!
Tears and Tantrums: These two are lumped into one category because they undoubtedly go together in our home. It always seems that Cole is throwing a tantrum while the girls are screaming bloody murder. Or is it that the girls are screaming bloody murder while Cole is throwing a tantrum? Either way, you can't have one without the other. They all really egg each other on. Especially Cole and Maurah. If Cole is crying, Maurah starts crying and vice versa. What is the deal with that? By the end of it all, I want to be in tears or throwing a tantrum of my own!
I'm Tired! (Ha! This T thing is fun!)