Potty, part 2

I've already given up. I swear this kid will be in diapers at his prom (has anyone ever done that?). I realized after 2 days of it that I was training myself and not him. Never once did he say he had to go potty when I asked or tell me himself. While he would pee on the potty when I put him there (if I did it before he peed in his underwear), he had no real interest and fought going in the bathroom. Once there, he was happy when he went. He didn't like walking funny with wet underwear, but still. He doesn't seem to have the ability to tell before it happens yet. So I'm backing off. I just don't think its worth it to make me miserable - between that and him not talking, he was driving me crazy. So now we're back to just not talking. Well except for Mama and Dada. Lots of fun.

So things have calmed down here. We brought the high chair upstairs so Emma can sit with us while we eat. That caused a seating rearrangement. Now Nana doesn't have a dedicated chair and Ryan is no longer eating on the crack of the table (where we have a ton of food smooshed in). We've been to the gym and out shopping this week. Mostly playing around the house. I got a new wrap for Emma and she is loving it so far. She's fallen asleep 2 out of the 3 times I put her in it and the time she didn't was when she was hungry! Last night Emma slept for 6.5 hours straight. It was great. It would have been better had I gone to bed earlier than midnight. But I was waiting up for Kris to call on his way to the airport (his flight was at 11:40 our time) and trying to finish the book I was reading since it was due back at the library today. This weekend we are looking forward to going to the new waterpark at the gym. It looks like a lot of fun and we are going to have some hot weather, so it should be great.