My children save my life...over and over again.

I must get these stories on paper (virtually, at least). My son, the love of my life, is still potty training. I, for one, see no reason why this should be treated as a big deal. Of course he is well on his way to being a "momma's boy" and I should nip that in the bud. Nonetheless, he is getting there and each day brings us closer to his freedom from the diaper. So, yesterday while spending the day with his sister, he calls me to say "mommy, I'm a big boy. I did poopy on the potty." To which I say excitedly, "yeah, you're such a big boy. Mommy is so proud of you." And his response..."mommy, you have to come home and give me a high-five."

The rest of the world may not share my enthusiasm, but that was so awesome and I love my little mister even more because of it. I hate being a work during moments like this.