Cursed

My blog is cursed.  

It seems whenever I post about something that's going great, it immediately falls to pieces.

Sleeping well?  Cue Teething.

Thane's top two front teeth are trying to poke through and apparently are causing quite a bit of discomfort.  He only sleeps well after having a dose of Tylenol.  And even that's not a guarantee.  Last night he was awake from 2:30 - 5:30 am.  Cursed blog!

So, you can imagine my reluctance to tell you about Bryce's success with potty training.  

I'm not going to write about how, faced with a looming third birthday, we decided to finally get serious (a.k.a. get a sticker chart) about potty training.  

 I'm definitely not going to post about how one day something clicked in Bryce's brilliant brain and he told me, "Mom! The pee started to come out and I stopped it."  Nor will I tell you how that moment turned the potty training tides so that he is now officially a Big Boy.

 I will tell you that he still has occasional accidents (the most recent right before bed tonight), because I won't mind at all if that reverses itself and he stops having accidents.  

But, no, I absolutely refuse to post about how wonderful it is to no longer have to change stinky, nasty, poopy big boy diapers. 

Because, don't you know? My blog is cursed!