When I'm thinking about what to write in this space, and what not to write, I always consider how I would feel if I were the subject of the story. If I would be embarrassed or less than appreciative to have people know the tale, it doesn't belong here, no matter who is the prime suspect in the story. With that in mind, I figured I would pretty much leave the drama of potty training unwritten. Nobody wants to read the painful details of all that, and I'm sure Alexis will gain nothing from reading about it some day. I decided to let her business be her business.

That said, go ahead and imagine a lengthy potty training post here. Make sure you include a Vtech laptop thingy that Alexis wanted soooooo badly, right up until it was in the house and was being used as Dry for Two Straight Days bait. Then add in Mr. Husband discovering a nearly impossible to find copy of Beauty and the Beast on DVD, and me practically jumping through the phone urging him to hurry up and buy it before it disappeared because OMH MOST ULTIMATE POTTY TRAINING BAIT EVAH! Make sure you add in a transition from the toddler class to preschool at daycare, because that was a HUGE factor. Mix it all together, and THROW A FREAKIN' PARTY!

*ahem*

So, yeah. Anyway. Alexis' business is her business, and her business is officially going where it belongs.

WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!