cinnamon rolls & train rides

On New Year's Eve Steve made cinnamon rolls, in a very manly way.

 He makes THE best cinnamon rolls in the world. Seriously. It tastes like the middle of a cinnamon roll in every bite! Delish.

On this fabulous day we also took Cache on another train ride for his amazing potty skills. 

Before you look at the next picture, I have to tell you...

Cache was SO excited to go on the train. We had a lil' conversation that went like this.

"Mom! Please can you get ready?"

"I have to take a shower and get dressed."

(While in the shower I hear Cache Money yelling)

"MOM! YOU ARE TAKING SO LONG!!"

I come out with my towel wrapped around me and Cache runs into our closet, grabs one of my blouses off of the hanger and says,

"Oh, mom, dis one is cute! Put dis one on, hurry."

I get dressed...

I forgot to mention to Cache that I also had to do my hair and make up and we had to get some household chores done.

"AHHHH! Mom I jus' want to ride dat train! I have my stickers on my ticket. You don need make up."

We came to a compromise, he could have one sucker while he waited for me.

I half haphazardly dried my hair and twirled it up.

Meanwhile Cache had crunched his sucker right off the stick and it was gone.

"My sucker is gone! Time to go!"

"Cache I have to put on make up."

"No, you don't."

I just looked at him while I grabbed what I needed.

"Alright. Grab dat eye jail and den les go."

Eye jail is my eyelash curler...his father taught him that.

"Pweeeze mommy. I love you, take me to dat train ride." (Huge brown eyes, lashes batting....sweetest face I've ever seen)

1 1/2 later I am ready, Cache had not gone potty. I think it was because he was so excited. He refused to go and I didn't make him since he waited for me "all morning". 

Needless to say I was a little nervous...

Especially when I captured this picture of him before the train started chugging away.

I was certain that we would return with some wet pants.

Cache made it home like a big boy. No accidents. But when we asked him if he needed to go potty he said, "NO!" Well, when we got home he went potty, for a long time. It reminded me of the beginning of Austin Powers when they unfreeze him and he is unloading years of liquid....anyways, Steve and me were trying to stifle our laughter as we peeked in at Cache who had such a look of relief on his face.  That would be our stubborn little guy for you.