I really have to pee but I can't stop typing...

I've been spacing out my blogs (unintentionally), which is actually a good thing. It means life's moving along at a pretty even keel at the Hoss household. I don't know if it's the Chuck E. Cheese token reward jar, the 1-2-3 share technique, or just the kids getting older, but things seem to be on the up and up.

Yesterday, Nate had his share of potty incidents, which is common when we're stuck at home. We were on house arrest yesterday because I overloaded the washer and burnt out the motor and ruined a belt. What do you mean you can't jam-pack a washer with rugs!? The way we go through laundry around here, I should have ordered a commercial washer-dryer duo. Instead we opted for a fairly non-jazzy-but-highly-efficient front loader and to keep our trusty dryer. That thing's crossed the country a few times and deserves to have a home until it goes bust someday, as well.

So needless to say, the delivery crew was over an hour late after our two hour time slot, blowing a morning out of the house (where all hell's always breaking loose).

Nate had few problems keeping himself entertained. He pooped, then stuck the TP in his crack and ran around dragging the entire roll (some poopy, of course, why ask) throughout the living room. "I'm a dragon, Mommy!". Thank goodness we have tile floors and a steam mop.

The laundry's piled to the sky downstairs, since we've been waiting several days for a working washer. Nate was trying on the nasty, stinking, pee-poop-drool-rotting food on wet shirts laundry and calling it costumes. Hey, whatever keeps the kid busy. He wore different shirts and shorts on his head which were different hair do's. I didn't even know he knew what a "hair do" is. I've got him on video being Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Good blackmail for when he's older.

Will, as cute as he can be, typically looks like a train wreck these days. Dirt clings to him like tp to your butt crack when you're running around like a dragon. I'm growing out his hair to try to counter his fine, floating-like-friction action. He has allergies, so the poor kid's eyes are often red and swollen. He reminds me of me. 1. Because he looks almost exactly like me and, 2. I was a damn ugly kid (not that Will is, but I had sweet mullets and crimped hair - at the SAME time!) and I've never been photogenic (or maybe that's a nice way of saying I typically look like heck, as well).

Will often asks for pictures to sleep with at night. Usually of Rick or Uncle David. It's pretty cute. Sometimes he'll prop them up next to him and sometimes he hugs the frame as he falls asleep.

He's been having a hard time going down for bed lately. It's because Rick's been working so hard, and such long hours, it's the only time he really gets to spend quality time with his dad during the work week. I try to rub his back or head like Rick does and he says "No!" (in his nasally, is his hearing bad? way). Then in comes the hero, feeling badly for having to work at home as well, while his biggest fan is fighting to do the bedtime routine without him. Sure enough, Rick puts one hand on Will's back and his head hits the pillow and he's ready for nighty-night. We don't have the issue during nap times. It's just that the little guy wants to be with his daddy, which, admittedly, is pretty sweet.

Nate's like, "night!". Of course, he sleeps snuggling two large dogs in his big queen bed.

Today I completed my first stroller workout class. Now that the boys are mostly out of strollers. Better late than never. It kicked my butt! I haven't worked out that hard at least since high school which was 13 years ago. I'm afraid to stand up from the chair because my legs may not work. I figure if I continue to go once a week, I'll be completely ready for the Olympics next time they come around.