Brave Adventurers, July 2010

fter a few timorous moments at the prospect of not sleeping in their own beds, the kids certainly warmed up to the idea of spending a few days at the coast with my folks. I only wish their daddy had been able to join us. Next time. Next time.

And a 1, and a 2...

hen you are potty training a little one it's pretty ridiculous how much of your time revolves around being in the bathroom, or thinking about how long it's been since you've taken the little person to the bathroom, or trying to remember if a certain someone had evacuated his bowels yet today, or plotting out all the stops you need to make and where the nearest bathroom is in each location while you're out and about, just in case nature calls.

And in the case of Noah, nature seems to call frequently. I haven't quite figured out how to get him to understand that even though he thinks he's done peeing after a few little drips, there is likely more to be expelled. I mean, with Hannah I could explain what the sensation of a full bladder might feel like. I knew the signals to describe to her. But Noah and I don't share the same equipment. I'm at a loss for accurate descriptive phrases. And frankly, many times I just want to throw up my hands, shake my head and declare like Elaine does to Jerry and George, "I don't see how you guys walk around with those things!"

All in all, though, he had a great first week getting used to the whole deal. Then we went to the beach for several days and his whole game got thrown off, which is understandable. Be honest, we all like home court advantage. But this week, with renewed vigor, finding it way more effective to just bypass the pull-ups and go straight to big-boy training undies, we've had pretty good success. An accident here and there, including, ironically, one while I was in the process of typing this. (Apparently, the answer was no, a certain little someone had NOT evacuated his bowels yet today. And the washing machine churns...)

But as I was saying, we've been actively back at it for 3 days with more success than failure. I'm glad my kiddo is treat driven. All hail the power of the gummy worm!

Time in a bottle

o, what have we been up to since last I blogged? Let's see, we've been...

picnic-ing

dance recital-ing

working in the yard

creating epic dino-scenes

munching things from the garden

panting

wearing killer outfits

4th of July parading and barbecueing

bubble blowing

running through the sprinkler

tent building and reading to our cousin

listening while our cousin reads to us

and MOST importantly, laughing!