Everybody's here, and they have been since Sunday. For reasons having mainly to do with my own anxiety and procrastination, this has been an incredibly stressful week, but I do so like having the boys here.
I would rejoice more and share more stories, but I'm exhausted and worn out, and sorely in need of a vacation.
Just a little postscript on the potty-training: I didn't mean to say the book was bad, just that the title was rather overstated to sell books. It really is about using every psychological trick available to move your child from "perfectly content to pee in a diaper" to "really wanting to pee in the potty." That can happen in one day, if your child is physically ready, but as a parent you have usually spent months introducing the kid to the concept. ["Kid, I'd like you to meet potty. Potty, kid."] And it still takes at least a few days of follow up to really get the concept down.
Results? One accident Sunday, and one accident today. Many many reminders to use the potty. I'd definitely call it a success, but I wouldn't say he is completely, independently toilet-trained.
The French call it propre, meaning "clean." Which is what he will be, once he figures out how to wipe his own butt.
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