So let's start with our older boy. Over the past month or so, he's been interested in the toilet and letting us know what we're about to find in his diaper when we're in the process of changing him. All of this talk got us to thinking that maybe we should invest in a potty for him. Sure, it seemed a bit early, considering he's not even 2 yet, but the last straw was when Holly bought Max a book two weeks ago featuring a section on how to use a potty. Max became quickly infatuated with the book and so this past Monday, Holly invested in a potty.
The next night, Max made his first deposit. And then the next night and the night after. He's certainly not interested in using it all the time, but he seems to think it's pretty novel. And frankly, any excuse to get me to read him some books is fine by him. We're definitely not forcing it on to him and letting him sort out how he wants to approach this, and hopefully it will become a bit of a habit over the coming months. I have to say that the idea of not mowing through bags and bags of diapers any more for Max is very tantalizing, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
On the other end of the spectrum is our cat Lily, who seems to be losing control as Max is gaining it. She has this interesting habit of peeing on any piece of fabric lying on the ground in the basement. Not the main floor. (editor's note: Lily has now progressed to mats on the main floor too. Grr.) Not fabrics up on boxes or the couch. For pretty much the whole month of July, she turned our spare bedroom in the basement (the only carpeted room in the house) into her personal toilet, so we had to get the carpet cleaned (by Ottawa grandma, no less). We started keeping the doors to that room closed all the time, but then she started nuking other things, like a set of table linens, a baby carrier, some of our jackets and her own catnip mat. Needless to say, things are getting a little funky at times in the basement. We have an outstanding trip to the vet scheduled to see if anything peculiar is going on, but in the meantime, boy are we learning to not leave stuff lying around in the basement.(editor's note: the vet has prescribed some anxiety meds so we'll see how that takes...) We also understand that Lily's probably a little irritated with the degree to which she's been neglected over the past few months (with showing the house, moving, having the new baby...oh, and Max, there has been regrettably little energy left over for the cat), so we do feel for her.
Finally, Leo has gotten a hold of not letting 'er rip so much when we're changing his diaper, so we're very thankful for that. Today, he's a whopping 8 weeks old (already? Crazy) and time seems to be flying pretty quickly. He's starting to sleep better at night, averaging blocks of 3-5 hours to start the night and then a shorter one more toward sunrise. Last night wasn't so hot for Holly as Max got up screaming right in the middle of Leo's long first sleep and needed a little pat on the back. I was in the basement with Leo so couldn't pinch hit. We're hopping in the van for our first big road trip, a day-drive to Kingston and back to visit with some old friends, so hopefully the kids step their game up tonight.
On a total tangent, I'm horrified that Tide is using Digable Planets' "Rebirth of Slick" in their new ad. It was one of my favourite songs back in the day. Travesty.
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