Talk to the Butt

Okay, the snow was delivered, a hearty enough dumpola to strain the ol' back against the shovel. Ryan helped. By eating whatever snow he could find and sticking snowballs up against the tree. Even Bailey got a rare respite from the electro-shock collar to come and romp around in the front yard like her youthful days of Minotian indiscretion.
We were on a two-hour delay, but it still felt like I was one of only seventeen people to make it into the Pentagon. Though my car does look like a glazed doughnut, from all the slushy spray off the highways.
Missed the last two nights with my kids due to work functions, though Ryan was awake enough to be kissed asleep when I checked on him. Also got the recap from the Missus, particularly over the continued potty issues. We're trying to provide him incentive to ride the little bus to poop town, but the opportunity never occurs to him, or he can't make it happen on demand. He really tried last night and got so frustrated he started to cry, asking for help that Mommy cannot give. "Talk to your bottom!" she tried, so he turned his head and shouted encouragement to the ol' butt cheeks.
A Poop Talk, if you will. Go, team, go!
Meanwhile, Erin progresses nicely, looking like a little person more and more every day. Cutest is how she twists her whole body to say "no", and does little mini-crunches to say "yes." I've attached a video to show how she's faring in these, the uber-padded years.