If I Have to Tell You ONE More Time...

Well Caleb decided yesterday was the day he really wanted to give potty training a chance. Before the day was over, he successfully peed on the potty SEVEN times! Woo hoo! Of course he wanted to go sit on it about every 20 minutes which was pretty much the whole second half of our day, but it's definitely progress. I think we spent half the morning in the bathroom today and he has yet to be successful.. I think the draw is getting to flush the toilet (he insists on flushing regardless of whether or not he actually goes - I guess he thinks that is reward for trying).

So far, one of the major benefits of not working (aside from all the quality time with Caleb) is that I don't have to wake him up early. Since I was up most of the night last night, it was especially nice that Caleb slept in until about 8:45 this morning. I was up letting the dogs out and heard some music coming from his room. I peeked in and he was in bed "reading" his Thomas the Train book out loud (it plays music too). Even after he saw me, he stayed in bed reading his book and talking about Thomas for another 20 minutes. I can't help but think that THIS is how mornings should be when you're 2 years old. :)

My prolonged sickly state and consequential lack of sleep last night made me an embarassingly cranky and impatient mom today. I think children must sense when we're weak, and therefore make every attempt to take advantage of of such times by testing all the limits. Today was definitely one of those days. Because it hurts so much to talk (let alone yell), everytime I had to tell Caleb something more than once or twice, my blood just boiled. Hopefully we wore each other out so much that we'll both sleep well tonight.

I did manage to make it to the doctor this afternoon. The doctor thought I might have strep but it turns out it's bronchitis. She prescribed an antibiotic and I'm praying it will have me feeling a little more like myself in the next couple of days. I think Caleb might suggest I go back to work if I continue to be as cranky as I was today. :p

The great thing about this afternoon was that Clayton's dad watched Caleb for me while I went to the doctor (I think one of us might not have made it out of there had I taken him with me)... and when I went to pick him up, Clayton's mom had a nice hot dinner ready and invited us to stay. That right there is reason #874 why I'm thankful we have family so close. Being cranky, sick, 8 months pregnant and running on about 2-1/2 hours of sleep, makes having a nice meal prepared for your family seem like winning the lottery. Sure beats the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches we probably would have had otherwise! :)