in the middle of mommydom

today is one of those days where i feel like the only thing i can intelligently speak on is my three-year-old and his not wanting to fully give in to being potty trained.  we've had three (yes, three) potty-training faux paus and it is just after two o'clock in the afternoon.

we've gotten some errands done this morning and have been cleaning house for all the company coming this weekend.  but the focus has been on potty training (or the lack thereof) and scattered three-year-old level conversations--trying to figure out how to get him to understand.

i'm praying that something will click soon because it feels like seventy-five percent of my conversation involves asking about potty, poopy, debating pull-ups versus big boy undies, feeling dry and comfy versus wet and icky and stinky...

then, we'll move on to whatever the next step of growing up will be for him :)