I can still hear the waves lapping at the bulkhead below the window of our studio suite at Useless Bay, the occasional seagull celebrating his catch, the clinking sound of a carabeener atop a sail hitting the mast on the sailboat anchored right outside our window. I am sitting in the comfy over-sized chair, feet up on the slate table, eyelids almost shut, tired legs from browsing antique store after antique store and gallery after gallery, the effects of a beer beginning to ease me into a little catnap . . . "heeeeeeey, gimmee that". Oh yes, back from that little trip, we're home again. Aaaaaah, the sounds of home.
The BIG news is that Katie is no longer using these:
And, she is quite and expert at using this:
The fastest potty training experience of my life is successfully completed. I will let you know where to pick up a copy of the book at a later time.