Well, Kourtney has finally decided to bite the bullet, and stop wearing diapers (for the most part, anyway). Over the weekend, she took on the new role of princess underwear super model, and has only had 1 accident since! The old saying that they'll do it when they're ready is so incredibly true. I've been trying to get her more interested in potty training for the last three months, and now that she's decided to do it, it's been a breeze. She wore underwear all day today, and didn't have any accidents. And, boy is she proud of herself! She has no problem letting everyone know when she's gone pee in the toilet and needs a candy (yes, I'm a terrible parent and I give my toddler chocolate when she goes pee on the potty). :)
I have to say, though, that potty training is both a blessing and a curse. I love the fact that the diaper dollar signs are getting smaller and smaller by the minute, but it just about killed me tonight when she refused to go to sleep until she got out of bed (she's still in a crib, mind you) and tried to pee at least three times. The third time, she sat there for nearly ten minutes before I convinced her that she should give up for the night. And then, of course, we had to argue about why she couldn't wear panties to bed. I'm not ready to go quite that far yet, seeing as how we're only on day 3 of going on the potty. I won't even take her out of the house without a diaper. I know, I know...I should just get over it. But I can already envision the chaos it would create if we couldn't get to the potty fast enough, were in the car, etc. I think we'll just save that adventure for next week.
In the mean time, Brady continues to miss out on all the fun around here. He got up at 2:30 this morning (after a crappy night of sleep for the whole stinkin' house!), and made the Monday trek out to Hayward (about 2 1/2 hours from home), where he'll "live" until Friday or Saturday. At the moment, his job really stinks. We keep hoping it will get better once he's in Sacramento, but here we are almost two months after the day he was 'supposed' to be in Sac, with no end in sight. Three months is a long time to never see your family. We are blessed because he has a job when the economy is in such horrible shape, but we wouldn't mind some extra prayers that maybe he can get over to Sac soon so that we can see him for more than one or two days a week. It would certainly be a nice change!
I suppose I should attempt to get to bed. The thing that really bites about Brady being gone is that it takes me three or four days to get used to sleeping without him, and then he comes home for two days, which is just long enough for me to get used to him being there. All in all, it amounts to me not ever getting any sleep, with the exception of Thursday nights because, by then, I'm so exhausted that I pretty much pass out. I can't complain, though...At least I get paid to work from the comfort of home! There's always more caffeine in the house!
Here's to a terrific Tuesday! :P
I have to say, though, that potty training is both a blessing and a curse. I love the fact that the diaper dollar signs are getting smaller and smaller by the minute, but it just about killed me tonight when she refused to go to sleep until she got out of bed (she's still in a crib, mind you) and tried to pee at least three times. The third time, she sat there for nearly ten minutes before I convinced her that she should give up for the night. And then, of course, we had to argue about why she couldn't wear panties to bed. I'm not ready to go quite that far yet, seeing as how we're only on day 3 of going on the potty. I won't even take her out of the house without a diaper. I know, I know...I should just get over it. But I can already envision the chaos it would create if we couldn't get to the potty fast enough, were in the car, etc. I think we'll just save that adventure for next week.
In the mean time, Brady continues to miss out on all the fun around here. He got up at 2:30 this morning (after a crappy night of sleep for the whole stinkin' house!), and made the Monday trek out to Hayward (about 2 1/2 hours from home), where he'll "live" until Friday or Saturday. At the moment, his job really stinks. We keep hoping it will get better once he's in Sacramento, but here we are almost two months after the day he was 'supposed' to be in Sac, with no end in sight. Three months is a long time to never see your family. We are blessed because he has a job when the economy is in such horrible shape, but we wouldn't mind some extra prayers that maybe he can get over to Sac soon so that we can see him for more than one or two days a week. It would certainly be a nice change!
I suppose I should attempt to get to bed. The thing that really bites about Brady being gone is that it takes me three or four days to get used to sleeping without him, and then he comes home for two days, which is just long enough for me to get used to him being there. All in all, it amounts to me not ever getting any sleep, with the exception of Thursday nights because, by then, I'm so exhausted that I pretty much pass out. I can't complain, though...At least I get paid to work from the comfort of home! There's always more caffeine in the house!
Here's to a terrific Tuesday! :P
