This morning when I went to get Judah, he was dry. According to my sister, that's a pretty big accomplishment and I agree with her. He has been doing awesome on potty training and I'm so proud of him. I'll be honest though, I'm a little proud of myself also. I've been consistent and I think that really helps. We've been down stairs a few times and when he says he needs to go, you'd be amazed at how quickly I can scoop up a 38lb (he got weighed today) toddler and book it up our two flights of stairs. Really, potty training is actually like a work out for me. I'm running my two year old up the stairs like crazy, "racing" him down the hallway to try and make it fun and then I'm bending over all day long to pull those Thomas undies back up. And if you're a mom, you know how wiggly kids are when you're trying to put their pants back on or wash hands. Sometimes it really is like herding cats.
I've also decided that my floor might just be the cleanest that it's ever been and also the dirtiest at the same time. I don't think I've ever wiped it down this much with a sanitizing wipe. I'll be buying those wipes in bulk because God knows I need them! Can I also just say how busy it is to be potty training a two year old with a 9 month old baby? This morning we were all sitting having breakfast. Judah says he needs to go and Paisley is in her highchair with food so, I run him down to the bathroom and get him situated. I go to check on Paisley since she was eating tiny pieces of toast. I run back to check on Judah and he's scooted his potty chair over to the toilet. He was holding the toilet seat up with his hands and hanging his head into the toilet saying "Heeellllloooo!!!! Heeeelllooo!!!" Seriously???!!!! I'm sure it echos nicely but, yuck!!! Get your head out of the toilet boy. I run and make sure Paisley is doing ok. Run back to Judah to sanitize his entire head. It's pretty much the story of my life these days.