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Potty training has been fun! Except no. I'm trying to remember what it was like for Ivy and Iris and it's all a blur.  I'm not ashamed to admit that daycare does most of the hard work and I'm so glad for that.  Bebo resisted for a long time.  Just not interested.  We tried the going naked, putting on fancy panties and all of that.  Nope.  Not doing it. What did finally work?  Bribery. Yep.  I'm that mom.  I bribe my kid to use the "frog potty".  We started way back in February when candy was abundant, thank you St. Valentine.  Easter rolled around and our supply was plentiful.  I even stole from the other two just to keep from having to buy more (shhh!).  But after the colored eggs and jelly beans were gone, I had to find a new currency.  Thankfully, we always have mini marshmallows and they'll do just fine.  Bonus--I'm not a huge fan so there's no danger of me whittling down the stash myself. So, now, after a successful potty session

The girls and I have a new hobby--we started watching cooking competition shows and especially love Worst Cooks in America.  The girls and I bake a lot so they have learned a thing or two about cooking.  Ivy has been baking cookies with me since she could hold her head up.  I would literally put her in the Bumbo on the kitchen counter when she was about 6 months old.  She even managed to sneak an entire cookie worth of raw dough once when I wasn't looking (bad mom, I know). It's something we started doing on nights when Nick is gone.  We eat dinner in front of the TV, watch an episode and have fun laughing at the bizarre kitchen antics of horrible cooks.  It's fun, it's silly and it's something they'll remember when they have families of their own.  These are the memories we're making. Well. On all of these shows we watch, contestants inevitably are asked to make a signature dish.  Whenever this happens, the conversation always turns to what I'd ma