Changes A Plenty

We're nothing if not adventurous. Or slightly dumb. I can't decide. We're less than two weeks from a road-trip vacation, yes, with babies. So what should one do two weeks before taking twin 2.5 year olds (though Grady does think he is significantly older) on a week-long trip? Why, you attempt potty training and switching to big boy beds, of course. Both endeavors are going surprisingly well, so I'll leave you with some random thoughts, and a cute picture.


1. I'm glad we don't have wall to wall carpet. 


2. Before we took apart the cribs we told them we'd be switching to big boy beds, and the cribs would be going bye-bye. Keith added that their new beds would be blue. Boy, did they stick to this fact. For the next 30 minutes, they only wanted to know about the blue beds. I anticipated that they'd be sad to lose the cribs. It is the one thing that has always been the same, if you think about it from their perspective. We've taken away bottles, pacifiers, and we now even expect them to feed themselves, but they've always had those cribs. I thought it would be like a security blanket for them, but nope, they just waved goodbye as we carried crib parts out of the room. Then asked where the "blue beds" were. No meltdowns, so sadness about losing the cribs. Well, alrighty then, moving right along.


3. I picked a kick-ass color for their beds. It's a peacock blue, and damn if I'm not pleased with myself for having picked it. Martha.Stewart's Plumage at the big box store with an orange logo. The paint itself is not great, but that color is fantastic. Pictures tomorrow, tonight we focused on getting the boys to sleep. 


4. Grady is loving the praise he gets for peepee-ing in the potty and not on Spideyman on his big boy underpants. Loves it so much that he squeezes out 3 drops every 15 minutes to earn praise. And even pulls his undies up and down himself. Well, mostly up, sometimes half a bum hangs out. He's so hip-hop.


5. Cole likes to eat dinner and sit on the potty. By dinnertime I'm too tired to argue, so earlier today I zoned out for a minute and when I came back to clarity I realized he was sitting on his froggie potty on the kitchen floor with a bowl of cheerios, a sippy with milk, and a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs on his lap, all crowded on there precariously. Yes, I said a both of Cheerios for dinner. They just started eating milk in their cereal, and now we have to have some at every meal. I'm sure a Super Nanny would have a fit, but it works for me. He did his business, then told me to put him bowls back "on da table, puhweese". I complied. I clapped and cheered first, then complied. 


Pictures of these endeavors soon, maybe tomorrow if I can get their room redecorated by bedtime. (don't hold your breath). For now I leave you with this. Then I'm going to bed. Potty training is tiring. 

This was this past April, and Grady is giving Cole a brotherly hug. Grady is much more open with his affections. Cole is giving a kiss, but wouldn't turn to give the kiss, so instead he kissed nothing. You have to work for his affection!


Earlier tonight I was reminded of this picture when the boys were in their beds, and we had left the room. Cole lost his book/blanket/something, and started to cry, and by the time I made it into the room Grady had already jumped up, ran over and was patting Cole's back saying "awww, Coley, is (it's) ok. aaaallll ok". How sweet is that? They really do love each other! Hard to tell when fists are swinging 75% of the day, but nice to know there's some affection when no one is looking. 


Good night.