I have officially given up on potty training Harry for now. He pushed the issue to train and he did potty train for a brief week or so but now has decided that it is not on his agenda any more and it is not like I can force this on him, he has to want to do it. The straw that broke the camel's back was Sunday and Monday. Sunday he pooped his pants moments after getting dressed for church. Part of our getting dressed routine is having the kids go to the bathroom before they get dressed for the day so there was no excuse. Then he had another accident as soon as we got home from church even though I had just asked him if he needed to go. Finally after going through two pairs of pants I left him half nekkid and he ended up pooping on the floor (argh!!!!!).
Monday he peed his pants at the OB's office and had to do the entire appointment wet since all my extra stuff was in the car. Moments after getting home and me asking if he needed to go he went in his pants again. I just do not have the the mental energy to keep this up any more and to top it off our washing machine is out of comission for the time being. I put him in a diaper and he did not ask to go potty all afternoon. I am just so frustrated since I know he knows how to manage his elimination when he wants to and he is the one that initiated the whole process in the first place. Sigh.
Just so this blog is not all whining and complaining I present you with some pictures of my cute kids.
Harry at one of the easter egg hunts we went to. He spent more time picking up the fake grass that some kid dumped out of thier basket than actually looking for eggs. I don't have any of Evan because he took off in a totally different direction.
A lot of grass and no eggs in that bucket, but lucking mom found him an egg before they all got snatched up. One of the bigger kids gave harry some of his eggs (with some prompting from his mother) when he saw that Harry did not have very many.
Harry: "Let me go!" Evan: "I love you too Harry" (For some reason this is what Evan says instead of a plain I Love You.)
I got the kids some spill resistant bubble tumblers after seeing them in action at Evan's Occupational Therapy. The boys adore being able to blow thier own bubbles and I like not being forced to almost pass out to satiate thier fascination with bubbles.
I love seeing the boys actually play for longer than five seconds with out fighting.
Yes, I am running THAT low on laundry. Lol!!! Actually this is something that Evan decided to try on his own. Awhile back I jokingly put him in that laundry bag and he thought it was the funniest thing in the whole world. Now I have to try nad keep him out of the bad so I can actually put laundry in it. My husband helped him with the strings on the arm to keep the bag up.