The Glucose Test
The day before school started back up (January 3rd), I had to go to the doctor to do my glucose test for gestational diabetes. I was really nervous -- more about not throwing up from the disgusting taste of the drink than actually having diabetes. I had been severely nauseous for the first six months of the pregnancy and I really didn't trust myself. But, amazingly, the drink was really easy to tolerate and I downed it with no problem. A week later I got the results and was in the clear! :)Visiting Gigi
That weekend, I took Braden to my grandmother's house to have some quality time with "Gigi". He had so much fun playing some of the toys myself and my siblings and cousins played with when we were little...oh, and her piano. Good Lord, he LOVES that thing!
Braden and Mojo the Monkey
Kisses for Mojo
Lessons from Gigi
Perfect Posture!
Trying to play "The Knuckle Song" that I taught him
Having a Great Time :)
Trying to play "The Knuckle Song" that I taught him
(yes, that and "Chopsticks" is my entire spectrum of piano playing ability)
Having a Great Time :)
Registering for Baby Gifts!
So Jay and I went to register for baby stuff at Babies R' Us and Target before my doctor appointment (since that meant we had childcare because Braden was at school). It was really strange looking at girl stuff...not to mention it seems like prices have gone up 50% since we Braden and that was only 3 and a half years ago! Ridiculous!
Plus, there was like nothing cute that they actually have in-store like diaper bags, strollers, etc.
Potty Training
OMG, I am so fed up with potty-training him! He is three and a half, and still refuses to tell me when he needs to go. And his developmental issues make it tough because I'm not entirely sure he understands why he needs to not go in his diaper. During this month there was a week where I could tell he was going in his diaper (because he runs and hides) for #2, so I picked him up -- kicking and screaming, mind you, sat him down on the toilet, and didn't let him get up...even though he was shrieking for his diaper with tears running down his face. He told me to get out, so I did and watched him through a crack in the door. And he actually did it! Both Jay and I clapped and cheered and rewarded him with ice cream.
Next day, the same thing happened. We clapped and cheered and rewarded him again, and were feeling pretty proud of ourselves that maybe we had finally done it.
Next day, the same thing happened...only this time Braden screamed and cried (just like the previous two days) and refused to stay on there despite promises of ice cream.
WHAT?!?! I don't know if it is the developmental thing or not, but he just does NOT understand rewards. And not just with potty training, but with any kind of behavior (like being good at the store).
Daddy/Son Hair Cuts!
