What my boys have been doing

Potty training is such an emotional roller coaster.

Last Thursday we bought a toy motorcycle when we went to the store because Silas had used the big boy potty for the entire week when he was awake.  He only had accidents when he was asleep.  HUGE DEAL!  SO MUCH HOPE!  HE'S FINALLY GOING TO DO IT!

This week?  His routine has been all jacked up, and I don't think he's used the potty once.  FRUSTRATION AT AN ALL TIME HIGH!  ALL HOPE IS LOST!  HE'S NEVER GOING TO DO IT!

It will happen, right?  I'm just being dramatic like when he was an infant and I was certain he'd never sleep through the night, right?!  Please?

Last night, I put Silas to bed at 8 (he was wearing pajamas) and was in bed myself by 8:05.  Round about 10ish, I had to go to the bathroom.  I hauled myself out of bed and walked into the hall, which is where I found a little boy on a big wheel wearing the shirt he'd worn earlier in the day and a pull up.  The pjs?  They were in the dirty clothes (points there, I suppose).  Since I'd been awake the entire two hours, I'm not sure how I hadn't heard him hanging out in the hall.  He'd decorated the wall with little foam stars and everything. 

I guess it at least sheds some light on why he's such a world class grouch every morning of his life.

His brother is growing away.  I received an email yesterday morning informing me that Gavin is approximately the length of a banana now.  The first email I got about him when it all started put him at the size of a poppy seed.  It is amazing to think about how fast they go from microscopic to newborn-sized (even if the nine months drags on and on and on for mommy).

Yesterday morning, my doctor asked if Gavin is moving and all I could think to say was, "he does, but he's lazy."  As in, he doesn't spend the entire day rolling around and kicking and jabbing and poking me like Silas did.  At least not yet.  Since Silas' constant squirming turned out to mean he never stops moving ever, ever, I'm hoping lazy translates to quiet and laid-back and mellow and happy when he arrives.  Again, please?

Mommy has gained a total of 10 pounds.  My boss and I figured out that I'm gaining weight at half the rate I did with Anabel and Silas (at this juncture with them, I'd already gained 21 pounds).  So, maybe I'll get out of this one gaining only 20 pounds. One more time, please?!

(something is wrong with Blogger, and it won't let me change the font or add a caption.  That's my five month baby belly).