The Blur

This past weekend is a blur in my head. I know we went to a baby shower for Aaron and Erika. I remember delicious cupcakes, salsa and fun conversation. Then came Father's Day on Sunday. I remember standing outside in the hot Florida sun (the Florida sun is like the devil's butt in my opinion...insanely hot and wicked) and our car wouldn't crank. This was about the fifth time in 2 months so we finally had to break down, drop $180 (oh, it hurts) and get a new battery.

There we are on Father's Day. Maddox looks like a ball of joy, right? But really, he WAS in a good mood.

We went to Angler's for brunch but lunch looked so good we went with that instead. We enjoyed the company of some friends:

And that is the day Maddox decided he was no longer using a diaper. I took him to the potty at Angler's THREE times. Now holding a toddler over a public potty is awkward, but...what else can you do when they shout "peeee peeeee" over and over in a restaurant? Roll with it.

Ever since then he has used his "papa pants" aka his Toy Story underwear. He has only had three accidents. He loves the potty. I put him on it about 52 times a day, therefore guess where I spend half my day...?

In other news, I painted the kitchen a beautiful ocean-like color called "Maine Shores." I cursed a lot because...it is hard work painting over blood red. Never again, folks. But at least the red is GONE.

I started to write this post because I felt like complaining...about how Maddox woke up at 6 am and we had an awful day full of spills, nausea, tears and bruises. I said the lovely d* word a few times, it's true. Luckily Maddox did not repeat it. The best part about the day was that our neighbors finally cleaned up the one zillion beer cans that were falling out of their one million garbage bags next to our house. About time.