Maybe I will, maybe I won't.

Blog again, that is. I've been so blah about blogging lately. I mean, ya know. I am being both a mommy and a daddy to my kiddos. So my time is not spent on the computer lately. Or shall I say much. But we are on the countdown to return to Chile.

My husband is coming here in March and he has about a weeks worth of meetings to attend to. Once completed, we will be having some much needed family time, vacation plans also that I am currently working on. And we will be staying once again at the hotel on base. So I'm really excited about that. The kids and I have essentially been "camping out" in my parents house for the past several months. Honestly I don't mind, it's been a real joy to even be here at all and close to my family. But it will be nice to have a little space once again. I am so blessed and so very thankful to them for even allowing me this time in their home. We have had so much fun here. And I know my kids have had the best time. They have bonded with my family even more, and my parents have had the immense pleasure of waking up to little people once again. I know that it puts a smile on their faces.

So, while I haven't been blogging, I've been holding my breath. I am even scared to type these words. As I do, I feel that I am tempting fate. The minute I write out the very thing that brings me great happiness, I worry that it will all come crashing down on me tomorrow in one fell swoop. My son could decide that tomorrow is his day to rip the carpet from beneath me, to scream "PSYCH!" and laugh hysterically and tell me it was all a joke. You see, ever since January 2007 when my son first started showing signs of interest in potty training, it has been an uphill battle. One long harrowing experience. Dare I even think the words. Dare I even type them out??

My son, who in 8 short weeks will celebrate his 4th birthday is displaying signs of a fully potty trained child. ((gasp.)) I know. I know. This.is.unbelievable. Completely unbelievable. For any mom of a difficult to train child knows, this day is a most momentous one. One which brings tears of sheer joy to my eyes. It has been one FULL month. I have not had to clean up any messes on his behalf. I don't care if he can't wipe yet, it matters not. The. Boy. Is. Pooping. I feel like screaming from our short mountain tops. (I once thought they were pretty impressive. And then I went to South America and witnessed the Andes Mountain range. Beautiful.) I feel proud. My boy is pooping on the potty.

As I grin largely, I turn my attention to the gravely defiant and tenacious princess who adores Tonka trucks. Next. Lord, please look kindly on me in this journey to toilet happiness and freedom from pull-ups.

Oh, and I'm not sure I mentioned anything about this, but I had the other two wisdom teeth surgically removed from my head the Friday before last. All is well and I am healing up nicely. I now have no remaining wisdom teeth lurking around to cause me distress in my later years.

OK, since I've been otherwise engaged lately, I am going to share some pics that have been taken recently of my kiddos.

Here are the stinkers: