G’s favorite new saying lately is “I’m fine.” And it’s so versatile! He can and does say it all the time, under any circumstances.
Do you want some more to eat?
Go to the bathroom!
It’s time to get ready for bed.
He hasn’t figured out that “I’m fine” isn’t a magic phrase that lets him do whatever he wants, or not do whatever he wants to avoid.
Baby girl has not had the same undivided attention that her brother received, so she has not learned the myriad of animal sounds G knew by her age. We’re working to remedy this situation, because her dad and I find there is little that is more entertaining than a small child making animal sounds when prompted. So far she knows elephant, cow, and chicken.
I can’t remember if I’m talked about it on the blog, or just on twitter, but G’s potty training has gone really really well. Well enough that I’ve been hesitant to say just how well it’s gone lest I jinx ourselves.
But um, he’s doing great. As long as he doesn’t get too distracted by whatever it is he’s doing, so we do have to watch him and remind him to go now and then.
He’s even doing a great job of pulling his undies back on, which for the first couple of weeks I wasn’t sure when he’d finally manage. Although I think a lot of it was just him not wanting to deal with the hassle of tugging them up; it was such much easier to have momma do it.
One of the hardest parts of the entire potty training adventure has been keeping his sister out of the way when we’re dealing with cleanup – I have to keep her out of the room entirely, or she’s trying to grab the kiddie potty or worse. I keep reminding myself that I am not the first mom to have to deal with potty training one child while having to keep a younger sibling out of the way.
I ended up buying two potties since we’ve got a two story house, and that was a wise decision. What I wish is that I’d gotten two of the one brand however, since I find it a lot easier to empty and clean. When he’s used the upstairs potty I have to quick make sure he doesn’t try and empty it himself because that invariably leads to a big mess.
Amazingly enough considering his energy, G has never been that much of a climber. His sister absolutely is however – in addition to climbing up to the top of the playset and taking herself down the slide, I’ve also caught her climbing to the top of one of the bookcases in the playroom. Now, granted, this is a low two-shelf bookcase, but still. It’s clear to me that I need to be prepared for her to decide she wants to scale the built-in shelves in the family room, or whatever else she can find.
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