Flying Barrel Of Monkeys

It’s been a trying day. With a hurricane nearing, the weather is cooler, windy, and thunderclouds are passing through. Since it was just overcast during swim lessons they were still held. With the wind, some debris had flown into the pool and MonkeyBoy spied something floating in the water (probably a leaf) and high-tailed it out of the pool. He also started screaming “It’s a crab! There’s a crab in the pool! It’s going to get me!” The rest of the class was spent with either the instructors nicely coaxing him or me not-so-nicely telling him to get back into the pool. He’d climb in for a minute or two, and then scamper right back out again to sit on the side of the pool and pout.

For some unknown reason – I’ll blame pregnancy hormones – I decided that yesterday was the day that potty training would start. It was triggered by him somehow maneuvering his diaper so that he ended up peeing all over himself and the floor. I decided if I was going to have to clean up pee, he might as well be wearing underpants. So then I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up one puddle after another. I think he had three failures and one success. Today he was in pullups for half of the day, and now he’s in underwear until bedtime. Since it will be rainy most of the week we are stuck inside, so we might as well spend the day marching back and forth to the potty. So far today’s potty adventures have included trying to go in a public restroom and using the upstairs non-childseat potty where he let go of the sides of the seat and almost fell in. Luckily he found that hilarious, so at least he isn’t scared to try again.