We were using Pooh stickers to bribe Ian to pee in the potty (to poo, too, I guess). We ran out of Pooh stickers, which is fine, because Ian is pretty much potty trained. He just pee’d on Justin’s tomato plants, but other than his, uhm, love of nature, it’s all good.

So last night, Ian asked Justin for a sticker, so Justin gave him some address labels from the local animal shelter. (I gave them $35 three years ago, and they’ve been sending me address labels ever since, in the hopes of getting another $35, and they’ve probably spent my original $35 spamming me to get more money.) The labels have cats and dogs on them, so Ian was happy.

Today, I was trying to rock Leah to sleep, and Ian was once again bugging the everlivincrap out of me. I finally told him that if he didn’t calm down and let me get her to sleep, I’d put a gate up in the doorway and lock him out of her room. He finally disappeared, and was so quiet I knew he was doing something he shouldn’t be. I finally got Leah out, and went to find Ian… he’d climbed up and found more address labels. Of course, next to the labels, there were some very temping pretty stickers with berries on them, so Ian put several of those with some address labels on his shirt…

What’s the going rate for mailing 35 pound odd-shaped packages?