He's Potty Trained!

My little baby is amazing. At barely 21 months he is potty trained...completely! Of course he will still have an ocaissional accident...but we have put away all of the diapers. He wears underpants to bed (hasn't had a night accident in weeks). He is so proud of himself.

Also, he is really speaking in sentences now. He is putting 3, 4 and 5 words together (sometimes the words aren't very clear and sometimes the grammar isn't the best..."dark outside no, light"...but he has become so much more verbal in just the last week or so.) He now says "orange" instead or "aachooo" which is how he has pronounced orange for the last 4-5 months. It is kind of sad to say goodbye to some of these sweet little ways of saying things. He can also say "uncle chris" now...where he had always made the kissing sound to refer to Uncle Chris.

One other strange change is that all of a sudden he has become very afraid of certain things. (He never had really shown fear of anything prior to going to Disney. While at Disney he became infatuated with the "dark" to the point of talking about it all of the time and looking outside whenever it got dark. He also was afraid of the characters which I think is normal and totally understandable.) But as of two days ago, he has become terribly afraid of a lion statue that we have in our family room. So scared that he becomes hysterical and cannot stop crying if he gets too close to it and suddenly remembers that it is there. He has shown the same fear of a mask that he colored while he was at Epcot. He runs by it and cries when he sees it. I can't help but wonder whether Halloween and all of the scary things that go along with it caused this sudden fear of things. He so enjoyed Halloween...and seemed to be infatuated with all of the scary things...but I wonder whether this is the backlash of that.

Jack has also decided that he doesn't want a baby brother.  I had talked to him briefly about a week ago and told him that he had to stop having "num nums" if he wanted to have a baby brother or sister. I didn't think he understood....but I wanted to start preparing him for a gentle transition when we try to start weaning. Today, I met Paul and Jack for lunch and I asked Jack if he wanted a baby brother and he said, "Nope...num nums." I can't believe that he remembered and understood our conversation over a week ago to make that connection. My sweet angel. I would only ever even consider a sibling because I want Jack to have someone to grow up with and family after Paul and I are gone....I am totally fulfilled and happy with my baby boy.