Where ya been?

In case you're wondering where I've been, I've been busy!

Thursday afternoon, my mom arrived and all the fun of "grandma" came with her. :)

So, sorry, but my usually witty and wonderfully discriptive writing (HA!) will now be reduced to mere bullet-points in order to sum up my extended weekend:

• Thursday: The boy pooped in his pants again in the morning and I was on poop-duty. So, I dutifully showed up at the pre-school, changed his underwear and cleaned him up, and then ended up taking him home because he didn't want to stay anymore. Then I came back to work to finish packing up my office in preparation for the move that was to take place after lunch. I went home for lunch because I didn't have anything to eat here at work, then came back to work to see if my stuff had been moved (it hadn't), then left to go pick up my mom from the airport. I dropped her off at home and returned to work to find that my stuff, this time, had been miraculously moved while I was gone, so I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and trying to figure out what exactly I'm supposed to be doing for this new project. When I left from work Thursday afternoon, I couldn't find my car because I had gone and come back so many times from work that I couldn't remember where I'd been able to find a spot the last time. (seriously - it took me almost 5 minutes of near-panic and feeling really stupid to find the car!)
• Friday morning: Took the boy to school and then all us girls went to Target and loaded up on shorts for the boy. We're hoping that maybe a larger sized waistband will help him to pull down his shorts more easily - you know, for when he pees in his pants and then has to change his shorts and underwear by himself. (because this is one of the rules of the pre-school - it's supposed to encourage independence. I hope it does...)
  
• Friday afternoon: Went out to eat with grandma and the kids, at which point, the boy decided to take the opportunity to finally poop in his pants (he hadn't gone while he was at school that morning). I managed to get him to take a nap on Friday afternoon and after naptime, we all went swimming at the local swimming pool.
• Friday night: Ate at home, gave the kids their bath, and got them to bed at a somewhat decent hour.
• Saturday morning: Went to the Butterfly Exhibit at the Museum of Natural Science, which is designed to mimic a rainforest. Thought my mom (being from Nebraska and not accustomed to extreme humidity) was going to literally melt away...
• Saturday lunch: No weekend is complete for us unless we go to Chick-fil-A, so we had lunch there on Saturday. Fearing that the boy would poop in his pants if we stayed there too long, we packed everyone up not too long after the kids started playing in the playground area. This caused the boy to go into a full-blown tantrum and scream, cry, and kick the entire way home. (As an aside, at lunchtime today I went and invested in a book called Raising Your Spirited Child - I'm hoping maybe there will be some potty-training tips in there, too. Ha!)
• Saturday afternoon: Luckily, the screaming tantrum wore the boy out just enough to make naptime OK. I laid down with him and he went to sleep in only about 15 minutes or so. A record!
• Saturday evening: Right before we left to go out to eat, the boy announced that he needed to go poop and wanted grandma to help him. (going poop once a week in the toilet is good, right?...) After this momentous event, we went out to eat at an Indian restaurant and only had to take the kids outside to play after I was actually done eating. This was considered a huge success. (Did I mention that i just went and bought a book called, Raising Your Spirited Child?)
• Sunday morning: We had to take grandma to the airport to catch her plane. Afterwards, we stopped by Starbuck's and got some coffee and coffee cake before heading off to the park to play. The boy pooped in his pants while we were at the park.
• Sunday afternoon: During lunchtime, the boy pooped in his pants again. Then he refused to take a nap during naptime and he pooped in his pants again. We decided to go on a bike ride after the girl was awakened prematurely from her nap, so right before loading up on the bikes, we asked the boy if he needed to go pee-pee. His response? "No, I peed in my pants." Sure enough, he'd just peed in his pants about 1 minute beforehand. So, I took him upstairs and put a pull-up on him. Neither the husband nor I could put up with any more of the pooping and peeing.
• Sunday evening: The boy fell asleep on our 2-hour bike ride (thank goodness) and when we got home, we ate supper and then headed upstairs for bathtime. At which point, we discovered that the boy had pooped in his pull-up. Four times in one day. Good times.

So, there you have it. A fun-filled weekend! (Really, besides the poop, it was a very good weekend!) :)