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Sunday, February 24, 2008

Officially Potty Trained

I think I can offically announce proudly that Henry is potty trained. I did not think it was ever going to happen, at first he had no interest in using the big boy potty and seemed satisfied with the pull up; my sitter suggested bringing him in regular underwear and we took off from there. It took a little while for him to tell us, so we would just take him on a regular basis and then he just caught on from there. Now, he refuses to where pull-ups and has us worried at night about accidents, but we have only had two so far and we as parents are getting better about not letting him drink too much before bed. My goal was before 3 years old, I tried at 2, there was no way that was going to happen, so I moved it up to 3 and we made it with 2 months to spare!!! Here are a few pitures on what we have been doing the last few weeks.
I took this picture on the boat Saturday, he loves riding on the boat!! It is a great picture!


We went bowling Friday night, again Henry had a blast and was not too bad with a little help from us!!

Of course Valentines Day was fun for Henry, the kiddos took turns handing out their Valentines and they thought that was really cool.

Henry lives and breathes Monster Trucks at the moment, Saturday night he emptied ALL of his toy bends and then put his trucks in them and strewned them all over the living room. This was just great in my mind, so we decided we would have a little lesson and we told him that whatever toys were on the ground in his room were going to be thrown away, we got a big trash bag and started putting toys in it, and Henry was like here you go this is trash, and started helping us put all of his toys in the trash, except his monster trucks and McQueen cars, Geez, talk about back-firing on us!!! So, we took a different approach, got rid of the junk toys like McDonald stuff, and had a donating pile, and a keep pile. We would ask Henry what he wanted us to do with the toys and he would say "Trash, Mine, or Other Kids" So, after all that it was good, because we got rid of some clutter, and he learned that there were other kids that needed toys and was willing to sacrifice some of his toys.