Reunited and it feels so good

Yes, we've caught up with some friends since we've been here in North Carolina.

But that's not what I'm referring to.
I'm talking about my sweet, sweet reunion with the world wide web.
It's like taking a starving person to a buffet. I almost don't know where to start.
Should I catch up on blogs?
Maybe Facebook?
Should I check the weather? Look for bedroom furniture? Research ways to keep myself from eating all the Oreos I say I'm buying for the kids?

The opportunities are endless.

But in a sad turn of events, I must say goodbye to my good friend just as we're getting to know one another again.
Because tomorrow Josh and I are taking off for a night away.
Without children.

Sorry Internet-- I think it's going to be worth it.
I was trying to remember the last time that I spent a night away from Derek. The answer that I came up with was never.
So thanks to Pat the Bunny, we will be getting away for a little bit and enjoying a sedate and relaxing time alone.
Okay, not really. But we're going to have some fun and I'll be sure to take some pictures to share. Strictly G-rated, I promise.

I made sure to stock up on salt so that PtB will be happy here in the house.
I drafted a list of safe foods for my little walking allergy.
I've come to terms with the fact that every wish of my children will be granted to them the very second they ask for it.
And I've made sure to give Derek constipating foods. Because for some reason, when PtB changes dirty diapers, she either uses white washcloths as wipes or allows turds to go rolling around the floor.

I wish I was joking about that.

Funny side note-- while we were in Texas, my friend Heather asked Alex what she calls her Grandma. Since Alex actually calls her "Grandma," she was a little confused. So she answered: "The Bunny." Ha! Little ears catch on. She also saw a picture of a T-Rex in a coloring book and ran to get PtB to show her. "Grandma, I found a picture of you in the coloring book!"
You see, we play a lot of dominoes in this family. And that requires reaching across the table to grab them. Pat the Bunny fails miserably at this because she has short arms. So I've been known to refer to her as a T-Rex from time to time when we're playing. I didn't realize that Alex knew what I was talking about.

That was a long side note.

So we're making progress toward getting settled. We like the house that we're renting and the kids are starting to adjust.
Except for tonight at Target (yes! I live in a town with a Target now!) when Alex was asking if she could have a piece of gum. I told her she could have one on the way home. She said, "Which home? Our Idaho home?" I'm not sure she realizes we're not going back there.
Derek, on the other hand, is kind of oblivious and is just very excited about his penis.

Yes, you read that right.

Pat the Bunny, as advertised, has started to help with Derek's potty training. We've just been encouraging him to go on the big potty, while not yet diving into it full force. But he seems to have rediscovered this hidden gem of a body part and speaks of it often.
Today he ran out of the bathroom celebrating a potty success. He came over to me to get his diaper back on, and said "Look Mommy, it's my penis!" Before I could answer him he was running off to find Grandma, "I'm gonna show Grandma my penis!"
Okay honey.
Whatever floats your boat.
But I think she just saw it, because she was the one helping you on the potty.

Boys.

I have much more to share, but it will have to wait until I get back from my little getaway. But stay tuned to find out how not to buy bedroom furniture, and to place your guess as to how many years Josh lost off his life while dealing with the cable and satellite companies.
Here's a hint: I've asked him to up his life insurance.