Gone right out of my senses

Today is day 2 of just underpants for Ev. I've been putting it off for weeks, but I knew eventually we'd have to go for it and let the chips fall where they may (sorry). Yesterday went pretty well--only three accidents. And two of those were pees when Ev just got too distracted playing to remember to go. The other was a rather icky poop, but I was expecting that since Ev has had very little potty success in that department. We're working on it.

I learned some important lessons that I will apply today. The first is that you don't ask Ev if he needs to go--he will always say no. You say, "Evan, put down the truck and go potty." That works much better. The second is that you never remove the poopy underpants before putting the kid in the bathtub. What an unholy mess. The positive side effect of the pooping is that we've gotten Evan used to taking showers finally. He doesn't like it, and he still needs help, but at least he's not screaming and trying to claw your eyes out like he once did.

Grady is doing very well himself. He's become a very happy little fellow, cooing and smiling whenever someone will pay attention. He has been fairly snuggly lately, not wanting to be put down if he's tired. He'd rather be rocked and cuddled--and really, who wouldn't? I'm indulging him as much as I'm able, because I know it will be just a few short months before he's creeping and crawling away from me.

How this summer has flown! Next week is our anniversary, and then Labor Day and suddenly it's fall. The whole new baby thing seems to have taken up most of our time and energy this year. I'd like to get to the beach once more, and TREC, before school starts again. And maybe one more trip to Waldameer. It looks like I don't want summer to end, doesn't it?