We are into the second week of classes now and it's looking like it's going to be a busy semester. I am taking Philosophy of Religion and Structural Geology. We'll see how the philosophy class goes. There are a lot of readings. They are short, but dense, so it still takes a while to get through them. And there is a lot of writing for the class. I need to take it to fulfill a general education requirement, and I chose this class because I've felt for a long time that it would be helpful for me to understand the subject more so that I can understand other churches and their philosophies better. Since Ryan did a second major in philosophy at BYU I'm not too surprised about all the readings and the writing. The geology class will probably be a lot of work, but everyone says the professor is excellent. So far I like him. His voice always has a smile in it, if that makes sense. It should be a very good course.
I am also enrolled in a research project. I have been wanting to do research for over a year and a half and this is the first time it is actually coming together. Since I am a part-time student, I am only allowed to enroll in eight credits, and since I was already enrolled in seven, I was only able to make this project worth one credit. But the expectation is for me to do more than one credit worth of work--probably more like two or three credits. To be honest, I'm really nervous about my course load, but I really need to do this research if I want to be marketable if I need to work, especially since I've decided not to get the teaching license. The nice thing about doing research is that I will have to go on campus to do it, which means that time will be focused on it, as opposed to trying to do homework while also cooking dinner and attending to all of the kids' needs and trying to stay awake. I feel like my schedule might not be completely resolved yet. I might have to go for another week or two and see how things are going.
Some good news is that I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I could conceivably graduate next summer. I can hardly believe it. I also can hardly wait. I really need to be done.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
fish for dinner
My friend Dawn Hale told me about tilapia fillets at Aldi. They are frozen, individually wrapped, $5.99 for 2 lbs., de-boned, and surprisingly easy to cook. I was skeptical because I always kind of thought that if you don't know how to cook fish, and/or if you don't pay through the nose for special fish, then it won't taste good. But I decided to try them out. I thawed out three fillets and baked them for 10 minutes in butter and sprinkled with lemon pepper. I didn't want to make more in case they were a flop.
So, here's what I expected to happen at dinner:
So, here's what I expected to happen at dinner:
- Kevin would take a microscopic bite, spit it out, and ignore the fish. (Kevin will rarely eat meat.)
- Heidi would eagerly stuff a bite in her mouth, then stick her tongue out and throw the rest on the floor piece by piece when I wasn't looking.
- Ryan would try some and say apologetically, "I don't really like fish."
- I would take one bite and declare I like it, take another bite and say it's okay, and take another bite and decide I can't eat three tilapia fillets all by myself.
And here's what actually happened:
- Kevin loved the fish and begged for three more helpings. I think he ate twice as much as anyone else individually. We were shocked because this child has never eaten that much meat in one sitting before.
- Heidi ate her couple of bites and screamed at me for more when she saw me putting some on my plate. She would have eaten a lot too except that Kevin had eaten the last of it before she had a chance.
- I asked Ryan if he liked it and he said, "Well, it doesn't taste like the ocean, if that's what you mean."
- And I thought it was good and wished there was a little more.
Monday, August 20, 2012
visit to the gristmill
There is a functioning, water-powered gristmill in Durham. It was interesting to visit it. It turns out that sometimes they actually grind wheat and corn so people can watch, and they sell the flour and the grits to support the upkeep of the place. They weren't grinding when we visited, so we're hoping to find out when they grind so that we can go see.
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| Here's the water wheel that powers the mill by stream power. |
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| Black Hawk Corn Sheller |
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| Corn cob crusher |
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| And this apparatus is a still for making moonshine. Kevin expressed an interest in it . . . |
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| Another view of the water wheel |
pictures of Heidi
Heidi loves playing with our extra bottles of dish soap.
I put all of my necklaces on her. She was very pleased.
pardon the mess . . . we're playing
I used two rolls with another one taped on top to make bridges. The bridge on the right has another downhill tunnel that Kevin thought was quite fun. The roads are masking tape.
So that's why toilet paper rolls are taped to the carpet. Kevin had a fun time and played with the tunnels off and on the whole day.
tour of our old and new apartments
Here is what we get to see out of our living room window now.
Kevin's birthday
On July 17, Kevin turned three years old. He may be quite a handful, but he's an awesome, intelligent kid and he is so much fun to play with. We are very blessed to have him in our family.
Here a couple of videos of Kevin with his birthday cake. The first one is cute. The second one is funny in the second half. Or at least the adoring parents think so.
We also had Jared and Kristi's family, the Rasmussens, and our neighbors (Teresa, Phil, and Eloise) over the next Sunday for cupcakes and lemon bars. We have so many lovely friends I wanted to invite, but I knew I couldn't handle having that many people in our apartment at once, so I only invited a few families. We had a really nice time and I think I feel a little less scared about having people over.
the kids: quotes and goings-on
"So, here's the point." (Ryan says this sometimes when he's explaining things to me, so now Kevin has picked it up and says it and then pretends to explain how things work.)
"I guess . . . "
Recently we checked out Blueberries for Sal from the library. Kevin and I have really enjoyed it. The second time we read it, we got to the last page where Sal and his mother are going down the mountain back to the car, and Kevin pointed and said, "Look! There's Kevin, there's Kevin's mom, and there's Kevin's car," while pointing at Sal, Sal's mother, and their car. Kinda warmed my heart.
Kevin also continues to quickly pick up on things that we say. A couple of recent ones have been, "What?" with a clueless expression on his face, and, "I don't know what you're talking about." He is constantly asking where people are or what they are doing. If I don't respond he continues to ask in a voice that becomes progressively shriller and louder. I try to be patient with it, but I admit it drives me nuts sometimes. I actually understand what Kevin says most of the time.
One of the questions Kevin asks a lot is, "Where's the goes in there?" Believe me, it makes sense in context. Another thing he'll do is incorporate the answer into a question, like "What happened to the duck got wet?" or "What happened to my shoe fell off?"
The kids are doing great learning to sleep in the same room at night. As long as we put Heidi down to sleep and give her enough time to settle down before taking Kevin in, they do just fine. Kevin really wants to get Heidi out of the crib without help, though. A couple of mornings we found that he had moved the crib next to his dresser, then put a little metal basket in the crib to use as a step so he could lift Heidi onto his dresser. Then he helped her get off the dresser by lowering her onto his bed and then onto the floor. Meanwhile, the window (which we had locked) was wide open and the screen was pushed out. A little rearranging seems to have stopped that, but he's still trying to figure out how to get her out of her crib himself. Lately we've taken to putting Heidi in our closet in the pack n play at night again, though, because the kids tend to sleep a little later in separate rooms--7:00 seems a lot better than 6:00, believe me!
I'm sure I've mentioned many times that Heidi is adventurous and fearless. She loves to climb onto the table, the couch, the piano, the stroller, and pretty much anything else. It seems like I'm always rescuing her from her predicaments.
After going months with only two bottom teeth, she decided it would be fun to have four top teeth emerge all at once, so she's had sporadic bouts of pain from dealing with that, and she also had a fever for a few days and a nasty diaper rash, which the doctor said were probably all related to the teething. Lovely. Kevin has never really had problems with teething (as in, a few months ago I was brushing his teeth and realized four molars had come in at some point and we never knew), and actually teething hasn't been too bad with Heidi either, but still it's kind of sad when she is crying and can't be consoled.
Heidi learned how to say Bubble one day when I was blowing bubbles. That was absolutely delightful.
Another word Heidi has learned is Hot. It's great because now I can give her food that's still a little hot, and say, "Hot," and she knows how to carefully test it with her hands while saying, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" until it's at the temperature where she likes it.
Heidi lives to get out of the apartment and go play in the hall. When we go out she always wants to walk instead of be carried and she gets so excited when she can toddle down the hall as fast as she can go.
Ryan has a washing machine dance that he does sometimes when the washer is running, and the kids like to try and copy it because they think it's funny. Heidi also has a new little happy dance where she tries to run in place as fast as she can.
By the way, I recently read the book 1-2-3 Magic and I've been trying the method out. The basic idea is that if your child is doing something wrong, you say, "That's one." If they don't stop, you say, "That's two." The third time they go to their room for time out. If they do something serious like hurt someone, it's an automatic time out. You do not reason with the child except for a short explanation if necessary, and you respond without emotion. I think it's working fairly well, as long as I am consistent. It's helping me to recognize better which things are misbehaviors, which things I can let go, and which things are actually Kevin's response to an underlying problem. An added benefit is that it's giving me a more accurate idea of how much he is listening to me, and I'm realizing that he actually does listen a lot of the time. I would say that most of the time when I start counting he stops on one or two. So that's encouraging. I just need to work on responding with less emotion.
One of the kids' new favorite games is to play in the kitchen cabinets. I actually ended up with some extra space in the cupboards, and one of the bottom cupboards just has a couple dozen cans and some plastic Gladware, so it has become a fun little space to hide in.
"I guess . . . "
Recently we checked out Blueberries for Sal from the library. Kevin and I have really enjoyed it. The second time we read it, we got to the last page where Sal and his mother are going down the mountain back to the car, and Kevin pointed and said, "Look! There's Kevin, there's Kevin's mom, and there's Kevin's car," while pointing at Sal, Sal's mother, and their car. Kinda warmed my heart.
Kevin also continues to quickly pick up on things that we say. A couple of recent ones have been, "What?" with a clueless expression on his face, and, "I don't know what you're talking about." He is constantly asking where people are or what they are doing. If I don't respond he continues to ask in a voice that becomes progressively shriller and louder. I try to be patient with it, but I admit it drives me nuts sometimes. I actually understand what Kevin says most of the time.
One of the questions Kevin asks a lot is, "Where's the goes in there?" Believe me, it makes sense in context. Another thing he'll do is incorporate the answer into a question, like "What happened to the duck got wet?" or "What happened to my shoe fell off?"
The kids are doing great learning to sleep in the same room at night. As long as we put Heidi down to sleep and give her enough time to settle down before taking Kevin in, they do just fine. Kevin really wants to get Heidi out of the crib without help, though. A couple of mornings we found that he had moved the crib next to his dresser, then put a little metal basket in the crib to use as a step so he could lift Heidi onto his dresser. Then he helped her get off the dresser by lowering her onto his bed and then onto the floor. Meanwhile, the window (which we had locked) was wide open and the screen was pushed out. A little rearranging seems to have stopped that, but he's still trying to figure out how to get her out of her crib himself. Lately we've taken to putting Heidi in our closet in the pack n play at night again, though, because the kids tend to sleep a little later in separate rooms--7:00 seems a lot better than 6:00, believe me!
I'm sure I've mentioned many times that Heidi is adventurous and fearless. She loves to climb onto the table, the couch, the piano, the stroller, and pretty much anything else. It seems like I'm always rescuing her from her predicaments.
After going months with only two bottom teeth, she decided it would be fun to have four top teeth emerge all at once, so she's had sporadic bouts of pain from dealing with that, and she also had a fever for a few days and a nasty diaper rash, which the doctor said were probably all related to the teething. Lovely. Kevin has never really had problems with teething (as in, a few months ago I was brushing his teeth and realized four molars had come in at some point and we never knew), and actually teething hasn't been too bad with Heidi either, but still it's kind of sad when she is crying and can't be consoled.
Heidi learned how to say Bubble one day when I was blowing bubbles. That was absolutely delightful.
Another word Heidi has learned is Hot. It's great because now I can give her food that's still a little hot, and say, "Hot," and she knows how to carefully test it with her hands while saying, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" until it's at the temperature where she likes it.
Heidi lives to get out of the apartment and go play in the hall. When we go out she always wants to walk instead of be carried and she gets so excited when she can toddle down the hall as fast as she can go.
Ryan has a washing machine dance that he does sometimes when the washer is running, and the kids like to try and copy it because they think it's funny. Heidi also has a new little happy dance where she tries to run in place as fast as she can.
By the way, I recently read the book 1-2-3 Magic and I've been trying the method out. The basic idea is that if your child is doing something wrong, you say, "That's one." If they don't stop, you say, "That's two." The third time they go to their room for time out. If they do something serious like hurt someone, it's an automatic time out. You do not reason with the child except for a short explanation if necessary, and you respond without emotion. I think it's working fairly well, as long as I am consistent. It's helping me to recognize better which things are misbehaviors, which things I can let go, and which things are actually Kevin's response to an underlying problem. An added benefit is that it's giving me a more accurate idea of how much he is listening to me, and I'm realizing that he actually does listen a lot of the time. I would say that most of the time when I start counting he stops on one or two. So that's encouraging. I just need to work on responding with less emotion.
One of the kids' new favorite games is to play in the kitchen cabinets. I actually ended up with some extra space in the cupboards, and one of the bottom cupboards just has a couple dozen cans and some plastic Gladware, so it has become a fun little space to hide in.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
new system for receipts
We've mostly put away the things that we use on a daily basis now, so we're moving on to the boxes of other stuff. It's been interesting to go through boxes and find things. Ryan has a lot of interesting memorabilia from his mission that I didn't know about, some of which I am considering putting on one of my wall shelves. Yesterday I opened a box and found a carabiner. I had no idea he had one of these, but I had been thinking of getting one for my keys for at least a year. Another time I found some scripture pencils and I asked Ryan why he never used them. His response? "Oh, I thought those were your scripture pencils." Well, I guess they're mine now! Who knows where they came from?
Anyway, one of the things I realized as I was going through a box was that neither of us knows what to do with receipts. Receipts for big purchases get filed, but we haven't figured out how to handle everyday receipts for things like groceries or smaller home supplies. So they've ended up sitting on the desk for a while until finally someone looks at them and decides we're definitely not going to take anything on the receipt back to the store and throws it away. (I'm guessing Eliza is cringing right now . . . ) But recently I've been trying out Mint.com for our budget and I'm trying to get a better idea of how much we need to spend/are used to spending in various categories, so I wanted to get a more organized system for receipts so I wouldn't have to dig through my purse to find them. What tipped me over the edge was having our potato peeler (only about a month old) break a couple of days ago and being unable to find the receipt to take it back to the store.
So my new system is to file receipts in a coupon organizer. I found one that has thirteen files, so I have a section for each month. Each section is divided in two using some 4 x 6 cards. The front part for each month is for receipts that need to be categorized and checked on Mint and on our accounts, and the back part is for receipts that have been taken care of. The coupon organizer is about the size of a small planner and fits in my purse easily, so I think I might just carry it in my purse when I buy things so that receipts can go straight in after I've paid for something. So far I think this is going to work well. It's always nice to figure out a system for something so that the disorganization isn't weighing down on me.
Anyway, one of the things I realized as I was going through a box was that neither of us knows what to do with receipts. Receipts for big purchases get filed, but we haven't figured out how to handle everyday receipts for things like groceries or smaller home supplies. So they've ended up sitting on the desk for a while until finally someone looks at them and decides we're definitely not going to take anything on the receipt back to the store and throws it away. (I'm guessing Eliza is cringing right now . . . ) But recently I've been trying out Mint.com for our budget and I'm trying to get a better idea of how much we need to spend/are used to spending in various categories, so I wanted to get a more organized system for receipts so I wouldn't have to dig through my purse to find them. What tipped me over the edge was having our potato peeler (only about a month old) break a couple of days ago and being unable to find the receipt to take it back to the store.
So my new system is to file receipts in a coupon organizer. I found one that has thirteen files, so I have a section for each month. Each section is divided in two using some 4 x 6 cards. The front part for each month is for receipts that need to be categorized and checked on Mint and on our accounts, and the back part is for receipts that have been taken care of. The coupon organizer is about the size of a small planner and fits in my purse easily, so I think I might just carry it in my purse when I buy things so that receipts can go straight in after I've paid for something. So far I think this is going to work well. It's always nice to figure out a system for something so that the disorganization isn't weighing down on me.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I love consignment sales.
One morning I put the kids in the car and I told Kevin, "We're going to try to find you some new toys." Then we drove to Raleigh for the Kids Exchange consignment sale. The entire way there Kevin was repeating, "I want some tools? I want some tools? I want some tools?" So I kept my eyes peeled for some tools. I got distracted for a second, and then I looked down and realized that Kevin had found his tools and was desperately reaching for them. Five bucks got me a big ziploc bag of assorted plastic tools. And there were three screwdrivers (Kevin's favorite) in there. I looked around a little more and found some blocks. Then I found a bucket of these and I knew it was perfect for a little boy who loves to take things apart (Ryan and I rather enjoy playing with them too--in fact, I showed them to Ryan and he immediately wondered where we could find more). Altogether I spent $15 on toys that Kevin loves. I suspect that as Kevin gets older it will be harder to find the toys he wants in good condition, but it's still fun right now to get the deals.
During the school year I realized that I could get 30-40 minutes of walking in just by walking home from class, and it took about as much time as waiting for the bus and riding home, so I had built-in exercise as long as the weather was nice. This summer I've had to get a little more creative because it's been really hot and I haven't been taking classes. Lately I've settled on going on walks after the kids are in bed because it's cooler in the evenings. Walking is a good form of exercise for me. It's something that I can do more consistently than other things. I downloaded the conference talks onto the iPod and I listen to the talks while I walk. I still have to force myself out the door fairly often, but once I get out I always feel glad that I did. It has been a great blessing to me to have that time to hear the words of the prophets and to ponder. It helps me to see things from a clearer perspective and have a renewed determination to do work hard and do what is right.
Tonight I was listening to Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing. I embedded it below. I thought about the words of the song and was reminded that it's okay that I'm not perfect, and that it's even okay that I don't do as much or as well as certain people who I admire. I know that God expects me to do my best, but He also knows that I will fall short, and that is why Christ "interposed His precious blood." He will make up the difference.
Tonight I was listening to Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing. I embedded it below. I thought about the words of the song and was reminded that it's okay that I'm not perfect, and that it's even okay that I don't do as much or as well as certain people who I admire. I know that God expects me to do my best, but He also knows that I will fall short, and that is why Christ "interposed His precious blood." He will make up the difference.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
busy moving days
It's been a busy couple of weeks and I haven't felt up to writing much. I currently have 52 blog posts on my Google Reader that I just haven't felt up to reading when I have so much to do. (It also helps that I'm working through the Hunger Games series.)
I am finding that I really don't handle stress well. It's a character flaw that I need to seriously work on.
I am finding that I really don't handle stress well. It's a character flaw that I need to seriously work on.
But anyway, here's what we've been up to.
We moved to a new apartment in the same complex on Monday through Wednesday of this week. Our apartment complex has nine of these apartments that have quite a bit more space and cost the same as the rest of the two bedroom/two bathroom apartments, and since they're so popular they generally have to do a lottery whenever one of them opens up. This summer there were two opening up and we decided to try for one. The apartments have a nice open living room and both were on the first floor, and we knew that would be such a blessing with our active little Kevin. We found out that we got one of the big apartments. It was an answer to our prayers.
So on Monday I took the kids to Ryan's brother's house (they recently moved close by) and Kristi watched the kids so we could make some headway into moving everything. I had packed books and pictures beforehand. We were counting on using a shopping cart that tends to hang around in Baity Hill, but a few days before we moved, another shopping cart showed up, so we were able to use both to move all of our things, which made it go a lot faster. In the afternoon Ryan kept making trips with the carts and I stayed in our old apartment refilling the extra cart while the kids napped. Then in the evening we had about six men show up to help move the heavy things. I think we underestimated how much heavy stuff we have, because that actually took a long time. I was so touched that they were willing to give up their evening to help us out, and most of them asked us today if we had settled in okay.
It was an exhausting and busy day, and the next couple of days were busy too with trying to get some semblance of order, move the last few things, and get the apartment cleaned. I had tried to do some deep cleaning before we moved so it wouldn't take so long, so that was helpful. I was relieved that the bathtub was already clean and that I had washed some of the dirtiest walls already. In retrospect, I wish I had worked on the oven in advance, because that was a pain, but the oven cleaner did most of the work for me. The most discouraging part was washing the walls and realizing just how much Kevin had drawn on them. I finally asked Ryan to do it while I finished some other things.
We are really enjoying our new apartment. The configuration for the apartment is so much better because we have the nice big living room and a bigger and more open kitchen with more cupboard and counter space, and the kids' room is more separate from the rest of the apartment, which means it's more quiet in there. We're also enjoying having our own bathroom. I can finally keep my makeup in a drawer again. And we love living on the first floor. Our previous downstairs neighbors didn't have any children, and as a result they had a pretty low tolerance for kid noises, so I was always worried about bothering them when Kevin would jump or run, so it is so nice that we don't have to worry about that anymore and I can let Kevin run around and jump as much as he likes. The day after we moved Kevin and Heidi raced each other around the kitchen island for a good fifteen minutes, laughing and squealing the entire time, and it was so much fun. Kevin still keeps saying to us, "I like--new house. I like--new carpet." I'm glad he's happy here. He's adjusted really well.
Now we just need to get things unpacked and put away. I did a lot of decluttering at the beginning of the summer and got rid of a lot of stuff (and we don't have a lot of clutter to begin with), but things still got to the point where I realized we were moving stuff that was junk that I didn't even want, but we were just in too much of a hurry to deal with that at the moment. So in the process of unpacking I'm also filling up boxes to take to the thrift shop. I can't wait to get rid of it all.
We've been doing a lot of other things too, including having Kevin's third birthday party, so hopefully I'll get around to writing about those soon.
So on Monday I took the kids to Ryan's brother's house (they recently moved close by) and Kristi watched the kids so we could make some headway into moving everything. I had packed books and pictures beforehand. We were counting on using a shopping cart that tends to hang around in Baity Hill, but a few days before we moved, another shopping cart showed up, so we were able to use both to move all of our things, which made it go a lot faster. In the afternoon Ryan kept making trips with the carts and I stayed in our old apartment refilling the extra cart while the kids napped. Then in the evening we had about six men show up to help move the heavy things. I think we underestimated how much heavy stuff we have, because that actually took a long time. I was so touched that they were willing to give up their evening to help us out, and most of them asked us today if we had settled in okay.
It was an exhausting and busy day, and the next couple of days were busy too with trying to get some semblance of order, move the last few things, and get the apartment cleaned. I had tried to do some deep cleaning before we moved so it wouldn't take so long, so that was helpful. I was relieved that the bathtub was already clean and that I had washed some of the dirtiest walls already. In retrospect, I wish I had worked on the oven in advance, because that was a pain, but the oven cleaner did most of the work for me. The most discouraging part was washing the walls and realizing just how much Kevin had drawn on them. I finally asked Ryan to do it while I finished some other things.
We are really enjoying our new apartment. The configuration for the apartment is so much better because we have the nice big living room and a bigger and more open kitchen with more cupboard and counter space, and the kids' room is more separate from the rest of the apartment, which means it's more quiet in there. We're also enjoying having our own bathroom. I can finally keep my makeup in a drawer again. And we love living on the first floor. Our previous downstairs neighbors didn't have any children, and as a result they had a pretty low tolerance for kid noises, so I was always worried about bothering them when Kevin would jump or run, so it is so nice that we don't have to worry about that anymore and I can let Kevin run around and jump as much as he likes. The day after we moved Kevin and Heidi raced each other around the kitchen island for a good fifteen minutes, laughing and squealing the entire time, and it was so much fun. Kevin still keeps saying to us, "I like--new house. I like--new carpet." I'm glad he's happy here. He's adjusted really well.
Now we just need to get things unpacked and put away. I did a lot of decluttering at the beginning of the summer and got rid of a lot of stuff (and we don't have a lot of clutter to begin with), but things still got to the point where I realized we were moving stuff that was junk that I didn't even want, but we were just in too much of a hurry to deal with that at the moment. So in the process of unpacking I'm also filling up boxes to take to the thrift shop. I can't wait to get rid of it all.
We've been doing a lot of other things too, including having Kevin's third birthday party, so hopefully I'll get around to writing about those soon.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Every time I change one of Kevin's poopy diapers I want to cry.
Potty training was going great, until after about a month he started being really resistant and finally it got to the point where the mere suggestion of the bathroom reduced him to crying on the floor. I don't know how it happened because I did my best to be positive and he was always so pleased with himself. But he never had gotten to the point where he would consistently decide to go by himself. I just had to suggest it every few hours.
So we gave up. Again. It was the right thing to do. But I am incredibly frustrated. I wasted a month of my life cleaning up after his messes and it was awful. I'm pretty much out of ideas and I'm convinced I'm going to be changing his diapers for another year. I don't think I'm even going to try anymore. He's just going to have to potty train himself. Heidi will probably do it before he does.
Potty training was going great, until after about a month he started being really resistant and finally it got to the point where the mere suggestion of the bathroom reduced him to crying on the floor. I don't know how it happened because I did my best to be positive and he was always so pleased with himself. But he never had gotten to the point where he would consistently decide to go by himself. I just had to suggest it every few hours.
So we gave up. Again. It was the right thing to do. But I am incredibly frustrated. I wasted a month of my life cleaning up after his messes and it was awful. I'm pretty much out of ideas and I'm convinced I'm going to be changing his diapers for another year. I don't think I'm even going to try anymore. He's just going to have to potty train himself. Heidi will probably do it before he does.
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