As we continue to navigate our way through the transition of diapers to potty trained euphoria we have entered the vast expanse of whitey tighty land. Quinck million dollar idea - boxers for toddlers. You are one celebratory endorsement away from the mansion down the street. Quinny is officially sporting Batman underoos and has really taken to them. When wearing them though, he doesn't like to wear pants. Seriously, who does? Decorum - who needs it? It's a little awkward when people come to the house and we have our very own Calvin Klein model posing in the background but we're starting to get used to it. When he's at home he's out of diapers and into the roos but when we leave the house he goes back to diapers. He doesn't care for transitioning back to the diapers but we don't know what else to do. He does alert us when he has to go potty while out and about but he's going to fall in if we take him to a public restroom so it leaves us in a bind. I think next weekend we will go for the whole enchilada and just let him, ahem, roam free shall we say for the weekend. The word on the street is we can finish this process off in 3 short days. We're ready and he seems ready too. |
| A lil' coffee w/ my tighties in the morning |
While he's running around missing his pants he seems so old. He's shot up and is gangly tall and without pants or diapers on seems like an older kid. He still has to kick the "bah" habit but one thing at a time. We are thinking potty training in the next couple of weeks, transitioning to a big boy bed mostly so Gavin can get his own crib without us having to buy another one and finally getting rid of the bah. We thought if we did that one last, he would be more inclined to get through the other two. Don't hold us to that order. These kids have a mind of their own so we expect to have some issues with all 3 processes. We've only had two minor accidents with the potty training (no leakage) so we seem to be doing pretty well.
Gavin isn't doing so hot. He's contracted something and he can't kick it. He still hasn't had his 4 month shots and he turns 5 months old today. We've taken 3 trips to the doctor thus far and will be heading there again on Monday. We debated taking him to the ER this morning because he's having such a hard time breathing. He's coughing so hard he can't catch his breath and then he just wheezes all day long like he's been a life long 3 pack a day smoker. He's had two rounds of antibiotics and one round of breathing treatments. We rented this thing that blows the medicine into his face and he inhales it to clear out the junk in his lungs. He started getting better but has seriously regressed this week. When we called the doc this morning she thought it wasn't likely he had something serious like pneumonia because of the recent meds and instead it was viral. I guess we will find out tomorrow. I feel really bad for him and it freaks us out so we are sleeping with one eye open to make sure it doesn't escalate.
This past week was a tough one for all. I was doing a tour of California making stops in San Diego, Stockton and San Francisco. Carrie was a 4 day single parent. Gavin was coughing up a lung and Quinny was making the terrible two's ring true at every step. I literally flew home minutes ahead of the tsunami that caused some pretty extensive damage and took one California life. I was up at 5 that morning to catch my flight and the whole place was a buzz. I didn't know what was going on but they were telling people to seek higher ground. That was a new one. New state motto? Iowa - 
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