It has been awhile, hasn’t it?
Well, I’m still enjoying Seattle. Had a great Christmas vacation in Tejas. I got to spend a lot of time with the folks, a little time in Austin, but I missed a visit with Misti. That sucked. I miss her.
The transition back to Seattle was pretty intense. The night before we flew home, Isaac figured out he can get out of his toddler bed. So as soon as we got back, the bedtime routine disappeared and the 3:00 AM bed switches began. That battle is still going strong today. I’ve tried many different things. I’ve stayed consistent with the pre-sleep routine part. It’s just gone. I’ve resigned myself to night time misery. He gave me peaceful sleep for 2 years. That’s pretty good.
Work has also gotten extremely intense. In a good way and I can’t really discuss details, but it is intense.
And now to the reason I am posting. Isaac showed slight, but fleeting interest in potty training shortly after we moved here and hasn’t given it a second thought since. He will sit on the big toilet sometimes, but just to get me to give him some toilet paper. I’ve had a little portable toilet sitting in the living room collecting dust since we moved in. Basically, I’ve continued buying diapers in the mega-giant-we’re-going-to-need-these-for-awhile size. Today after he woke up from his nap, he asked me to take his pants off. I obliged. Then he asked me to take his shirt and socks off. Obliged again. Then he asked me to take his diaper off. I agreed to it and didn’t even bother mentioning peeing in the potty. I just grabbed a towel from the bathroom and had him sit on it at the table while he had lunch and then on the couch. Then I asked him if he wanted to go to the potty and he said no. I grabbed the portable potty and put it in the middle of the room and said “Pee here if you need to.” Then I went to put a movie in the DVD and turned around to see him standing over the portable potty peeing. He learned how to do that by watching his friend Cannon, but he hadn’t imitated it or showed ANY interest in it ever. I was astonished. I flipped out a little and clapped and celebrated and gave him a peanut butter rice crispies snack. It made me hopeful, but I’m trying to remain realistic. We’ll see what happens.
Life … is intense.