Big Boy Interrupted

Day two of potty training. Two accidents, nine successes. That was only until 2 pm, though, afterwhich the diapers were snatched, packaging in tact, out of the garbage pile outside and reinstated for the weekend. No, we are not quitters. We are spontaneous! (We are quitters with night training, though. Trying to wake Erik up to go potty in the middle of the night unleashed a nightmarish scene with tears of desperation rollings down more than a few faces. Sobering details later.)

We decided at 1 pm to take a road trip to CA, I left at 2 pm to pick up Mish, and we were on the road by 5 pm. So, here we are, enjoying the Olympic opening ceremonies in the warmth and comfort of my parents' home, Ma clad in fuzzy Vikings cap (pics to come). It is good times and too much food all around.

The only drawback (aside from Mish having to cancel a few social engagements) was interrupting Erik's potty training regiment. Still, when I put a diaper back on him yesterday afternoon, I exhaled with great relief. I hadn't realized truly how tense and anxious I'd been following him around always expecting the wet and hoping for the dry. He's back to pooping his pants for now, but I am hoping to seamlessly resume our potty plans upon our return to UT on Tuesday.

In the meantime, life is beautiful, I am ever sleepless, happy, and well-fed. No pics of Erik's nakey buns today, but here are some family pics from December. Considering Ellie's black eye and the fact that these photos were taken after the kids' bedtime, we were oh so pleasantly surprised with how many genuine smiles surfaced for the camera. I bought the copyright, so feel free to copy and print as you please, Mom. =)