The other day I was thinking about all the things that my kids are doing and saying and even though I tell you about what we are doing it generally reflects what we do on a day to day basis (obviously the highlights not the low). So in no particular order here are a few things that have been happening:
Update on Potty Training - Shockingly, things have been going pretty well. Mae has had a few accidents in public, mainly at parks. I partly blame myself because the access to bathrooms are more difficult and I don't check in with her enough about going. However, in our house, she has had NO accidents. Although, she does save pooping (generally) until bedtime when she has a diaper on. But to give her credit, she has pooped a couple of times in the toilet. Including, the other night, Mae said she had to go poop and was going downstairs where her potty is located. I told her Whitaker and I would be down in a few minutes to check on her. Whitaker and I headed downstairs a couple minutes later where we passed Mae on the steps. She said to me, "There is a snake in the toilet." I went to check and in fact there was a snake in the toilet. Well actually not a real snake (but you know what I mean). I was proud of her, I almost cried.
Whit Moving - The little guy is on the move nonstop and it is EXHAUSTING. He is a bundle of energy, strong, and active. By no means has Mae ever been or is a wall flower who just sits but next to Whitaker, Mae is down out right low energy. The kid is into everything and has seemed to develop a physical prowess much quicker than Mae. I think this is what everyone was talking about when they said there was a difference between boys and girls. I remember when we used to take a class at Seattle Central Community College when Mae was Whitaker's age and all the little girls would sit in the circle for music and all the boys would wreak havoc around the room. I thought to myself (because sadly we all judge), "can't those parents control their kids." Now, I know, NOPE. Boys are uncontrollable.
Whit's Teeth - In the last few weeks, Whitaker has gotten three of his four top teeth in. I went through THREE bottle of Advil to try to stymie his constant cries. It definitely has been no party around here but things are better and just waiting for the next round of teeth.
Broken Glass - On average a glass gets broken in this Cummings house once a week. You would think by now we would just switch to all plastic, all the time. Nope. It seems we enjoy the shattering, then cursing, then putting on shoes, then getting out the broom, then getting out the vacuum, then getting out the spray and paper towels. On Sunday night, we had a rare breakage. The scene was me laying on the couch, Pearson in the recliner, we were getting Mad Men cued up to watch. Pearson asked me to toss him the remote. He had a full beer in his hand in a glass. I threw (probably not a toss) him the remote. And as luck would have it, the remote hit the glass, the glass shattered in his hand. You can only imagine the litany of curse words that followed and the fight that ensued about who was to blame for it.
Dress for Success - Mae will only wear dresses now. Period.
Go to Sleep - Bedtime has become a l - o - n - g drawn out process around here. Not for Whitaker but for Mae. We get the kids in bed around 7 - 7:30. Whitaker calms down and goes to bed pretty quick, however, Mae keeps bouncing back time and time again. There are many excuses, many discussions, and much noise upstairs. Sometimes she asks for a "diaper change." She also sometimes asks to use the bathroom. A bluff that we need to call. Sometimes it is frustrating and you just want to yell at her to go to bed (which we do on many occasions) but sometimes it is cute and endearing. Case in point. Tonight, Mae asked to get her diaper changed. She insisted on having the one with Mickey and Minnie on it (yes, she is addicted to all the characters now and I have succumbed to her insistence that we buy these diapers). As I was changing her diaper tonight with Mickey and Minnie on it, she said, "I will call you Mickey and you can call me Minnie. [Pause]. And daddy, we will call Goofy." I laughed out loud to that one and forgot that it was two hours passed her bed time.
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