Tuesday, January 04, 2011

for sarah, so she doesn't think we died.

We are alive. Barely. Around mid-November, Mister Baby decided that the potty train was a red eye. I have always been of the "when they're ready" camp when it comes to these types of milestones, and honestly with the Mister, it's been a bit of when he's ready and when I'm ready. I haven't been ready to lift this huge self onto a potty several times throughout the day. So, dude decides to take the initiative and wake us up at 5:45 every morning (and sometimes several times throughout the night) to do his business. The crazy thing is he can hold it FOREVER during the day. I've never heard of any kid potty training this way, but it is working, it just makes the rest of our lives fairly chaotic.

All of that to say that I'm being gentle with myself. Saying no more than I'm used to, hanging out in jammies more than I like and neglecting extras (like this blog) in favor of the immediate. It feels a little like having a newborn, which I guess is good, because we have one of those coming soon too.