I also haven't been feeling particularly well this week - bad tummy issue has me sprinting for the potty altogether too often. I'm on antibiotics for it, which is only exacerbating the worn-down, flat-out-exhausted nature of me right now. Mother's Day was quite anti-climactic, as I spent most of the day in bed because of the aforementioned issues. Grandma's pissed about that - rightly so, because Mommy deserves a day off and a day of pampering - but, not much could be done. Sorry; hopefully won't happen again.
The Boy has been doing well. Mommy has been doing Potty Boot Camp with him all week. It's more than asking him if he has to go; he's a bit stubborn and will convince himself that he doesn't have to go until a puddle forms underneath his feet. So, she's been taking him to the potty and sitting him down every length of time. He complains, yes; but, he is my son and will thus complain on general principle. It doesn't really mean anything, and we know that, and he knows that. The rewards? Two days, only two accidents, and lots of going on the potty.
(Note: the Cars - Lightning McQueen potty doesn't have a little cone to direct boys' pee downwards. So, if you don't teach him to point downwards, then I hope you're not wearing anything that is sensitive to wet.)
Other than that, his hair has grown in well so far, and they might remove his port this month, pending an open surgery slot. That's one less thing to worry about.
Younger Bro has been his usual cheerful, very active, very busy self. He has been exploring the house with great zest and passion, and he loves pulling himself to standing and doing a funny little dance. Latest trick: he figured out how to blow through a little recorder - whistle we have (thank you, Passaic Valley HS band parents and Patsy, I think!) in order to make a nice, loud sound. It's very cute.
The other thing they do together: The Boy rides on the little animal-scooter, and YB holds on from behind and walks / crawls along. It's really funny, and very good for YB's walking development. I don't think he's going to be the early walker that The Boy was going to be, but that's not a bad thing.
Scary thought: we are now well past The Boy's diagnosis point in YB's life. We don't know what it's like to have a normal, healthy baby...
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