Brady, as many may know, is not interested in being potty trained at three years and four months. I have tried almost everything and am hoping he will decide very very soon that he would like to be a big boy. He is pretty good about the peeing... it is just the pooping that is the main problem. He would like nothing more than to find a nice quiet spot to hide and do his business. Lately, I have been trying to reason with him. Telling him, "If you can take the time to go and find a nice hiding spot, then that gives you more than enough time to go find the bathroom and get on the potty." So on Thanksgiving Day I found him doing his business in the privacy of the downstairs bathroom, with the door closed, but NOT on the potty.
Other than that, Thanksgiving was terrific. We had almost the whole immediate family over except for Uncle Jay and Tricia. Grammy, Mark, Nana, Phyllis, Barbi, Kathy, Dana, Larry, Tanner, Papa, Kim, Cheryl, Sylvia, Ray, Jodi, Morgan and Raymond came to dinner at the Hewitt's. Mark successfully fried the 24 pound turkey in the backyard and for the third year in a row, did not burn my house down. It was the yummiest yet. Thanks everyone for celebrating with us. It was a wonderfully joyous and warm day with so much laughing that my belly still hurts... or maybe that is due to the extra plate of turkey I ate. AND... I need to reiterate that I DID NOT KISS CRAIG FIRST!
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