Day 67: Friday Friday

Yep, you guessed it, I'm behind again. Still, I'm going to try to catch up as best as my memory will allow. I will write as if it were still Friday, just avoid confusion on my part, I don't know why, it's just easier for me this way.

Today I decided to push with the potty training again. Jack spent most of his day sitting on the pink potty chair (much to Shawn's dislike) in front of the tv watching cartoons. We had a very successful day. After about a half hour or so, I heard Jack yell down to me "Mommy! Guess what!?!" I love when he yells this. Every time I hear it I think to myself, I'll never guess! You guessed it, he had gone potty. We were very excited about this. Jack helped me clean it up, we had potty prizes, and then we put on our big boy pants.

He did really well for the first half of the day. I think by 1:30 he had only had 1 1/2 accidents. How do you have half an accident? As Jack put it with his little eyes squinted and fingers held up to demonstrate he had "a little tiny bit of pee pee" come out. Carpet cleaner to the rescue. Then at 1:30 things started to spiral out of control. I sat down to nurse the baby, Jack peed on the floor by the kitchen table. It was a large puddle, and Jack decided it was important to run across the floor to tell me in the living room. I had JUST sat down to feed Alivia, so she really wasn't happy when I had to set her down to clean the puddle and change the pants.

Nap time was rough. Jack is really loving his big boy bed, which means I am really hating it right now. He won't stay in it. If I really want the kid to take a nap I have to either pin him down and rock him to sleep (something with a 50% success rate), or I have to take him for a drive. Honestly, it's not even the bed that is the problem, it's that he is missing his beloved pacifier. He doesn't know he is missing it, but it was such a soother for him. I miss it. Terribly.

After the nap, the potty training was worse, and by zero hour (4:00), I had called it a day. But seriously, I think today we had a little bit of a break through. Jack was excited about potty training, and he told me when he had accidents and all that jazz. Hopefully this tunnel will stop faking me out and I will someday reach that light at the end in the far off distance.

Aside from potty training, I spent my entire day cleaning. I had oh so many things to clean, but the most important thing to clean was the kids bathroom. I gave it the what for in scrubbing and I was so happy with it that I decided Jack would not use it for the rest of the day. Then I went to rock him to sleep and caught him in the act of starting to dirty his diaper. I told him what he was doing and we ran excitedly to the potty. After about 10 minutes (of which Jack demanded his privacy) I heard my favorite phrase, "Mommy! Guess What!!!??!" I ran in and did my crazy stupidly silly excited happy dance and celebrated the momentous occasion that a bowl movement requires. Jack was so thrilled with himself that he peed too. Unfortunately for me and my newly cleaned bathroom, I was so focused on the other end of business that I neglected to make sure that a very vital component of potty time was pointing in the right direction. As a result, my freshly cleaned floor was mopped again. But Jack was still praised beyond reason because this was a very big deal. Hey, now he even understands why we need to make sure to aim.

Anyway, my house is in good shape, my son is slowly oh so slowly showing improvement, and I'm exhausted and ready for bed. Tomorrow we can concur the world.