Today I’m flying through three time zones, one “blizzard of the decade” and if all goes according to plan landing in sunny San Diego. Making this snow storm the blizzard of the decade shouldn’t be too difficult considering this decade is a whopping 32 days young, but still it seems like a scary time to board an aircraft (without skis) and a good time to skip town at the same time. To be fair to the wife we hired a snow plow for the week. I know and it’s not even Valentine’s Day yet.
We are in full fledged potty training mode at the house with Quinny. One would think this is a spectacular time to be a parent. The thought of no more diapers, for one child anyway, is a dream among dreams. Watching your son sit down on the can in his very own office for the first time, book in hand, enjoying the almost solitude and quiet of being on your very own throne is certainly a thrill – at least for this dad, but it’s extremely time consuming. Who knew? I can change a diaper in 45-60 seconds. It’s like roping a calf. You feel like someone’s timing you and you have a shot at winning that oversized belt buckle. Taking this kid to the WC every five minutes, mostly because it’s so cool to pee in the big boy potty, even if it’s a little squirt or two and takes 9 minutes to get one little millimeter of pee out and then strap on a diaper anyway takes up a lot of your precious time. I don’t have the paper. He does. I’m told it gets better when your child starts going number two and ends by saying, “Daddy! Daddy! I’m done. You can wipe me now!” I’m sorry, what? Suddenly all those checks to daycare are starting to make sense. Right, we’re paying for your time and patience.
Our son is officially using the potty daily and multiple times a day. I’m not sure if we are cutting down on diapers or changing them less often but we are clearly working towards diaper freedom. It’s almost an overwhelming thought to have. Could we really have a child that doesn’t need to be changed? This is like finding out you are going to sleep past 4 am again. You just don’t want to jinx it. I don’t know what happened, who did it or why but let’s just keep on truckin' toward tinkle autonomy.
While Quinny is learning how to cope with a diaper free existence Gavin is yapping away. He just coos and coos all day long. He’s having his own little party. We’ve filmed several sessions. He can keep it up for a long time and it’s really relaxing to listen to. It’s sort of like a body of water. When you see an ocean or lake coming up on the horizon and can hear the gentle calming nature of the waves lapping at the shoreline it immediately relaxes you. Gavin cooing takes all the stress out of your life and plants a smile on your face in its place. It’s such a short phase, so we are tyring to capture the moments as often as we can so we have a record of it.
Gavin is also working on his tummy time. The ladies at daycare say he’s not very good at it. He doesn’t have a very long neck so it’s hard for him to pick his head up. I wonder if this is a product of being breached. It took Quentin almost a year to get rid of his clubbed foot that was folded up weird in the womb so hopefully in time he grows one. Well, that or takes an interest in bodybuilding. We caught him almost rolling over the other day. He can get up on his side but can’t quite get over the hump. I know Quentin was rolling over at a young age, but don’t’ remember exactly when. Gavin continues to put on the weight and should have another doctor's visit soon. They really do grow up so fast.
Time is really moving along. We’ve been in Cedar Rapids almost 6 months now. Strangely it’s still winter. I know we are acclimating because the temperature was about 27 degrees this week and I was thinking I didn’t need to wear a coat. That’s just scary. Carrie and I are coming up on our fourth wedding anniversary already. Four years, two kids. I guess that means we have at least two more years before we are required to have a third. No pics today - sorry! I don't have access being on the road.
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