The Potty Diaries: Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday

>> Sunday, 3 February 2013

6 comments:

Sarahmumof3, 3 February 2013 11:05: are they icciles? hope your keeping warm :)
Tas D, 3 February 2013 11:09: Ooh that's a lot of frost. Ours has gone now
Jaime Oliver, 3 February 2013 12:31: love this picture it looks amazing all be it cold!
liveotherwise, 3 February 2013 16:52: Bit nippy there then?
Lynn Fancy, 3 February 2013 18:02: This is great, what an excellent effect through the netting love it!
Vicky, 4 February 2013 16:43: Hope those icicles don't fall on anyone!

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Potty Mummy

Moscow, Russia

Dictionary definition of Potty: 'somewhat silly or crazed, addlebrained'. I started this blog to share the benefit of my - admittedly limited - experience of potty training my two boys, and to show that whilst it can be hell, it also can be done. All things must pass though (thank goodness - my sons are now 8 and 6), and potty training for us has been consigned to history, so this has become more of a blog to stop me becoming potty than about the potty. And if you can understand my twisted logic, I hope you enjoy these extremely subjective anecdotes on being a stay-at-home mum transplanted to Moscow and still coming to terms with not also being a career woman. Really. You'd think I'd be over it by now; it's been 5 years since I last worked in an office - and went to the loo with the door shut - after all... You can also find me writing as Clare Taylor on Powder Room Graffiti and in the blog section of the Moscow Times on 'Diaries of a Moscow Mum'.

And be polite. The moment I put pen to paper or fingers to keys, all content, photos, or images on this blog (unless otherwise credited) are copyright me, me, me.