Our first day of potty training was... educational. Noah peed in his underwear 5 times before I finally went ahead and put a pull-up on him. This is not going to happen. He just doesn't care and doesn't even realize it's him peeing that's causing the puddle at his feet. He just doesn't get it at ALL! He would sit in a dirty diaper until his skin was rotting off and not care. He's going to be difficult to potty train.
This will be a gleefully uneventful post, but I thought I should at least inform everyone of our whereabouts during Frankenstorm. On Friday the landfall predictions were further south, which had the eye passing near our tiny town after obliterating Dover, DE. We happen to be surrounded by water. The Patuxent River on one side, Chesapeake Bay on the other, plenty of swamps and creeks in between. Not a good prospect. Josh and I had gone out that night to try and secure supplies and already, there were no batteries or flashlights. We also don't have a grill and thought "we'll try Lowe's tomorrow"I mean, most people already own grills... right? Everything in our house is run on electricity (including the water pump for the well) except for the fireplace. I don't know what builders are thinking when they do that. I at least want a gas stove and water heater! So, anyways. We got a few hours of sleep before trying to brave the crowds...
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I'm happy to report that Liz will graduate from this June, and she never once needed the diaper bag all through high school!
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~Good luck,I know Noah will get it soon!Don't give up!