I should be writing about our Thanksgiving and the time that we spent in Anacortes with my family, but that seems like eons ago. We came home Friday and promptly started the Three Day Potty Training Boot Camp Never Leave Your Child’s Side Program. Both Barry and I may or may not be feeling a bit of cabin fever and Maggie may or may not be closer to being potty trained. Having Barry be here for this has been the best decision we’ve ever made because doing this alone and 8 months pregnant might have sent me to the loony bin. Okay, if I’m being honest, which I am it would have sent me to the loony bin. We’ve both been able to take breaks and also spend time together at home which we don’t do as often as we should on the weekends.
Maggie hasn’t had any major accidents and I’ve been really proud of her. We missed the boat this summer when she was using the potty 100% when nude…I think I got pregnant and started working and pretty much thought she’d catch on all by herself (or at least that was my make-belive hope!). There isn’t much else going on in my brain, or in this house, except for “Maggie, please remember to tell Mama or Papa if you need to go potty” and “Hurry! Let’s go!!” phrases from both Barry and my mouths.
This afternoon we bundled up, Maggie still in her undies, boots and vest, and went and organized the garage. We’ve been meaning to do that practically since we moved in and since we’ve been home for a few days it kind of felt like we went somewhere all together. I also pulled the clothes bin for B2 and Maggie helped me organize it. Every shirt, pajama or hat she picked up she’d say “This for me? No, it not fit me….Awwwwwww, look how little is is, Mama!” So funny.
And here is the end of the most boring blog post in the universe.
I’m not promising more exciting content in the future, but perhaps a bit more depth.