
I know I haven't blogged in awhile, but I've just been busy. Actually, I've just been tired lately and haven't felt like picking up the keyboard to type. (And I'm puzzled as to why I'm so overweight?!?) The boys are all doing great. Parker is halfway through his Advanced Reading course he's taking at the college around the way. Grayson is trying desperately to crawl, and he's starting to sit up for longer periods of time before he topples over from the sheer weight of his fat rolls and that mass of hair on his head. And then there's Jackson. Sweet, sometimes evil little Jackson.
We're in the midst of a potty training adventure with Jack. By this time in Parker's life, he had graduated to "big boy pants" already. Jack is another story. We started almost a year ago with the potty chair and frequently saying, "Let's try to go to the potty, Jack!" Sometimes he would go, other times he would scream at us saying, "No I NOT go potty!" I just backed off. I figured, "Maybe he's not ready. Maybe we should just try this New Age, kinder, gentler parenting approach of letting the child decide when he's ready to go on the potty." Well, I've got news for you. If we let him decide when he's ready, he'll be graduating from college and we'll have bought up lots of stock in Depends. Then again, maybe all we need is to just have Aunt Gayle move in with us full time. Apparently, Jackson loves nothing more than to go potty for Aunt Gayle all day long! (I'm laughing hysterically right now, although I'm not sure if it's because I find that funny, or because I'm just beginning to lose my mind!) About two weeks ago, I decided enough is enough. We're not having luck with the Pull-ups, so I'm just tossing them out and he's going to wear big boy pants starting now. He'll learn to stay dry once he realizes he's not going to be able to wear diapers anymore! Yeah! That's what I'll do.......so, the diapers are back on. The big boy pants are safely put away in his drawer in the hopes that never again will I have to chase that child around my house cleaning all sorts of "presents" he's left for me off of my nice hardwood floors! And, once again, I'm left asking him hourly, "Do you want to try to go to the potty now, Sweetheart?"
Insider trading tip for all...buy stock in Depends. I promise you, their stock will be rising as soon as Huggies no longer make diapers big enough to fit Jackson.