Why Don't I Blog?

I've been trying to keep true to the title of my blog. By that, I mean I have refrained from blogging about myself and have kept to telling of Max. So I ask myself why I rarely feel inspired enough to tell any stories. I think the answer is that I usually only blog about the most noteworthy things. And lately, we have been stuck in the house quite a lot. This is because of my twin pregnancy. It's been a rough one on me, physically. I've been in a lot of discomfort and find that I cann't even stand for very long. So poor little Max's life has taken a turn and he has been acting out a bit, due to the sudden shift in activity level. I'm doing what I can to alleviate that, but until I can get him into preschool, it's a challenge. He refuses to poop in a potty, rather than requesting a diaper for the deed, and his preschool requires him to be fully potty trained. We're working on it, but as I write this, he is begging for his morning diaper so he can poop. I don't have the heart to cut him off cold-turkey, despite the advice of many moms who have had success doing just that. His pediatritian doesn't recommend it either.

Anyway, I'm going to try to blog a bit more, but just for the record, it's going to be anything goes...maybe I will talk about Max and maybe I will just use this as an opportunity to complain about all my physical discomfort. Ugh!

SMELL!

Max ran towards me, shreiking"mommy!" with his index finger pointed towards me. Immediately thinking he had a boo-boo that needed tending to, I kissed it. Max exclaimed "no mommy," as he stuck his finger down the back of his shorts and back up to my face, shouting "SMELL!" Mortified, I shrieked and ran to the bathroom to wash my mouth off with soap!!