Nathan update

It's been so long since blogging, and I officially spent 2 hours tonight uploading pictures, doing some minor editing and writing out a list of 13 topics I could easily write about. If only I had a whole day to devote to it...

One of them was too hard to pass up for tonight, even with the clock as far as along as it is, and my sleeping still a major priority. The big news is: Nathan has officially moved to a Big Boy Bed!

Since we are in the process of preparing a nursery, there is a place for the crib to go and he was ready to transition. "Two and a half? That a little early, Kel?" you might say. But I say, oh contraire! It was only Tuesday night of this week the little mini Houdini escaped from his crib 10 TIMES!

Daddy knew it was serious when about 3pm the next day, he received an email stating:
"We need to talk about this tonight!"
With the following picture attached to a Walmart link for purchase:

So, displaying the Solomon-esque wisdom he usually shows during the times I'm ready to "cage my problems away", Jim calmly replied he'd work with him that night, for me not to worry, he'd take care of Nathan until he got to sleep.

Whoo! (wiping the perspiration from my brow) I know we as parents aren't supposed to compare children, because I do recall some hard times with "her" also...

a month before Nathan was born

But the "boy" seems to be a little more stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed, etc. than I recall from "her". Although, I'm sure having 2 of them running in circles around my rotund figure has absolutely NOTHING to do with my level of patience.

I digress... Daddy took the lead for bed time on Wednesday, laid down the law, and I got to be the back-rubber/sweet-talker/comforter for the come-to-Jesus meeting between the men that night.

So far, knock on wood, it's been smooth sailing staying in the big boy bed. Even in the morning, he stays there until I dismiss him. I know, it's only been two nights and I'm jumping the gun, but I'm pretty proud of that little stinker. It's crazy how children respond to different parenting styles. Thankfully, God had all this figured out before the universe was formed. I'm so glad someone knows how to handle all this.

Tonight's bedtime was worthy of picture taking. The little booger was doing this (see below) in his crib months ago and periodically still does. It was the major reason I attempted potty-training soon after he turned 2. The diaper comes off and nature calls. Sometimes I was lucky enough to catch it before it caused the assembly of a midnight cleanup brigade, like I did tonight. But unfortunately there were days when nature called fairly quickly and I had either a clean-up or a MAJOR clean-up to deal with. And might I just add: poop smeared on the sheets, blankets, bumper pad, toys, body, pajamas and in between the crib's spindles takes a good 2 full days to recover from. It only took four MAJOR cleaning episodes for me to figure out the "jet" setting on the outside hose is the most efficient pre-cleaning method available. That would also be the reason I was rummaging around the side shed looking for painters tape one night about 11pm so I could tape his diaper on so he couldn't get it off. Hence my temporary loss of sanity here lately.

Luckily, tonight was one of those nights I caught it in time.
Notice the wardrobe pieces on the floor? And yes, that is a clipart monster truck covering him.

I have officially taken a potty-training sabbatical and will revisit it when he actually shows an interest. I've lowered my standards enough to be okay with Kindergarten peer-pressure finally being the attention-grabber he's been needing.

In the meantime, I hope, but mostly pray, he'll continue to be the big boy his new bed demands, potty-training can wait and loving the little twirp to pieces needs to be my main goal.

How could I not? Just yesterday as he was standing on my bed, he gently rubbed the sides of my cheeks with both his hands and said, "Mama, you so pwetty."