Ch…ch…ch…changes

Wow. It’s been a month since I last updated the blog. I have really fallen down on the job. Sorry. Somehow life has gotten in the way of blogging (although that’s better than the opposite happening). Spring is always busy, and this has been busier than most — at work and at home. 

So a quick overview of what’s been going on:

We are done with diapers (mostly). On Wednesday last week, we ditched the diapers and started potty training using the cold turkey method. Veronica took to it like a fish to water (until yesterday, when she had three accidents in a row) and has been doing swimmingly (so to speak). She is rocking her new Hello Kitty sparkly shoes — her reward for going three days without an accident.

Veronica rocking her new Hello Kitty
sparkly pink shoes after staying dry
for three days. 

Colin chose not to participate for the first two days. I know it can take kids up to a week to figure it out, but it was very frustrating because he has stayed dry for whole days in the past — I know he is capable and understands how to tell me he needs to go potty. 

John suggested that maybe we wait longer for Colin and just focus on getting Veronica trained, something I argued against. But by the end of the second day, I was so frustrated (Colin would just pee whenever he felt like it, and if you pointed out he was wet, he would shrug and say something to the effect of “huh”) I was ready to throw in the towel. And I told him as much. 

Suddenly, Colin was telling John when he needed to use the bathroom, and was staying dry. Unfortunately, he made it through one whole day without an accident, and has yet to do it a second time, so he hasn’t yet gotten his three-day reward — a pair of light-up Thomas shoes. He did get a new Thomas book for his one day dry.

So proud of himself for staying dry (and showing
off that goofy smile). Colin with his new
Thomas book. 

We also had Colin’s spring follow-up with the pulmonologist. His last ever. Yeah!!!! Colin’s lungs sound clear — no more rattle. So he no longer needs the inhaled steroids to strengthen his lungs, and he no longer needs a pulmonologist. So unless something happens and we decide he needs to go back, his lungs are now considered healed. I am so very happy about that. 

Beyond that, we’re spending a lot of time at the park, riding scooters (Veronica’s new obsession), going for walks and playing in Tommy, our sandbox.