Potty Training on the go!

We have one down and one to go. Can you imagine this? We have been battling with The Twizzles to use the pottys that are dead center in the living room. Frederick will go as long as you FORCE him to sit on the pot. Future thinks that it is just "blasphemy" that we would ask him to relieve himself on such a thing, or so we thought.

Of course everyone says that twins have their own language. Well, that doesn't work for parents during potty training. We were not getting the signs that Future was giving for about a week until we had to travel this weekend. By the morning that we were about to travel for 2 1/2 hours back home, we got it! He finally trained us.

Future only wanted to sit on the potty when he really needed to go. He didn't want to sit on there all the time. (check: we got it) Also, the circumstances have to be optimal to allow him to go. (check: we got that one as well) So, on Saturday and Sunday, Future Angelo Lilly III had only 1 accident, and it was not his fault.

To a 2 year old, day and night are the same. Accident 1: he woke up around 3 in the morning squirming like crazy in the bed with us. We thought he was having night terrors. Finally he stopped squirming, and then a warm feeling came across me. I jumped up and apologized to him over and over because he had an accident. Then, I changed him, me, and part of the bed, and we went back to sleep. We have been teaching them to let us know when they need to "go". That means day or night. After changing him at 4 in the morning, he didn't wet his diaper again. It was dry for 1.5 more days. Then, it just couldn't be removed and put back on any more.

While we were on the road, I just hoped that he wouldn't start squirming in his chair because we couldn't force him to go before we started driving. We were 10 miles away from home, and the squirming began. We went another 5 miles, and "hightailed" it into the nearest restaurant. Dad took him to the restroom. When they came out, we were jumping, screaming, and congratulating him all the way to the car. This is a small feat to some, but monumental to a parent that would love a Diaper Raise in their pocketbook.

Now, on to Twizzle #2 who is perfectly fine sitting on the pot all day long. So, the differences in them is that Future aka Baby A aka Talkie Baby can clearly say "I need peepee." Frederick aka Baby B aka Techie Baby would just as soon text you that information than tell you. I guess I need to get him a cell phone through his turn at potty training.

Dedicated to the Lord

Frederick and Future were dedicated to the Lord on Sunday, March 14th. They were so overwhelmed by the lights, people, and everything. We have seen many blessings get dedicated in the past, and some had "melt downs" on stage. I prayed that we didn't have any of that for us. We didn't, but I swear they looked like "deers in headlights".

A Day at the Park

My kiddos have had "cabin fever" this whole winter basically because TEXAS HAD IT'S FIRST FEVER IN AGES this year.  That just really didn't sit well with this "Summer Baby" over  here.  At the first "crack" of good weather, I took all of the kids to the park for a few minutes in between errands. It was so much fun to see all of them running around and playing.  I never thought that the Twizzles would be running around as much as they did.  I really have boys at home now.  We got out of the car, and they almost immediately started running in opposite directions for the biggest slides that they could find.  It was awesome to see how much fun they had.  I almost hated to leave, but Princess Liyah decided she needed to "potty".  We had no options there.

 

Bumps, bruises, and booboos

I am really not used to having boys yet, and especially not having twin boys.  "They are a handful" is an extreme understatement.  What surprises me is the number of bumps, bruises, and booboos that two boys can get.  We have had chipped teeth, busted lips (cut all the way through just last night), knots on their heads, and so much more; and they are only 27 months old.  You would swear that we were inflicting pain intentionally on our children, and this is so not true.  I was impelled to write this because my husband said a weird statement to me after we finally got the bleeding to stop last night.  "They are going to get uglier."  That has been playing over and over in my mind for the past 12 hours.  I can't stop thinking about how I want their cherub faces to stay exactly like they are now.  Oh well, Boys will be Boys.