|Eli and Ava joined Grammers at a neighbor's birthday party. They had lots of fun!|
Sunday morning, Brian had to leave to go on a work trip for a few days, so when he got up he pretty much only had time to pack his things and go. I spent the morning doing a little more work at Joey's house and in the afternoon, Grammers brought Eli and Ava home. We got the kids in and settled and then walked Grammers to the car.
Eli ran in the house ahead of me and when I got to the door he had locked me out of the house. In a panic, I stopped Grammers from leaving until Eli opened the door. I thought I was going to need her cell phone to call Joey to bring me a key. Fortunately, when I ran to stop Grammers Eli unlocked the door and came to see where I went. He thought it was all a very fun game... me, not so much.
So again we finally all got in the house and then the needs and wants started. Ava wanted to eat; so Ava had cereal for a late afternoon snack.
Eli needed to use the potty, so he did about a thousand times. Then came this moment.
You heard right, Eli wants to go "commando". Lord love a duck, I'm in over my head in raising this little boy! The male-ness just comes right out of him. I don't know where he gets most of it. He is ALL BOY.
Potty training wasn't going so well the end of last week. Eli was having multiple accidents a day and ending up in a pull-up by the end of the day. I guess this is a hang-over from a week or two ago when things got all out of sync at daycare and he just kind of fell apart. I had planned to keep him home all weekend and kind of start over with potty training, but plans changed and he ended up in Birmingham. The report was that he only had one accident all weekend before the ride home so I guess he's just going to do better for anyone who isn't mom and dad. Eli's improved some so far this week at daycare. We're down to only having one accident a day again. Yay!
At times, Ava is as much a little diva girl as Eli is a mischievous boy. The other night I was lying her down in bed and noticed her shoes were still on. When I took them off she yelled "My shoes! My shoes!" in her sleep. She loves shoes and is pretty well insistent that she wear hers at all times. The fancier and prettier the better. And if any of the rest of us are barefoot, she will find any two shoes she can (they don't have to match or be for the correct feet or person) and bring them to you saying "shoe, shoe". I frequently have to take multiple pair of shoes and some lone unmatched individual shoes back to my closet. She loves to go get my shoes and bring them to me.
That about covers everything I have this week. Hope you're having a good week too!