Three things
Remember back in March when I listed out the three things I wanted to accomplish by the end of this summer? To jog the memory of those who don't:
1. Lose the binky.
2. Get Henry into a "big boy bed"
3. Get him potty trained
Of those three things, the one which really struck fear into my heart was number 1. And 2. Aaaaaand 3.
As it turns out, it wasn't too bad. We tackled item number 1 first by telling Henry we lost his binky. He asked for it a few times then he seemed to just get over it. He never cried or seemed very upset that it was gone.
Item number 2 took care of itself while we were at the beach. Ages ago I bought him one of those toddler aerobeds for traveling. He hated it so we kept using the Pack and Play even though he outgrew it in length and weight. After a week of sleeping in it while on vacation, he decided he'd had enough. He asked to sleep in our bed which we let him do until it was time for us to go to bed, after which we would move him back to the Pack and Play. Henry did this every night until we got home. He seemed pretty happy to get back to his own bed, but we figured if he had spent a week getting accustomed to a bigger bed, we didn't want to lose this opportunity to transition him to one at home. So we brought up the mattress in our guest room and he's been happily snoozing away in the freedom of a full-sized bed ever since. The bonus is now we can crawl in with him and talk about our day after he's been tucked in. It's one of my favorite times of day.
The third one we accomplished with the help of my friend Gabriella who I've since told should write a book about potty training. I thought it was going to be a nightmare, but it was pretty easy, until, of course, he regresses, but, you know, la-la-la-la-laaa...
So, the potty training was the really big thing we needed to accomplish because at the end of the summer Henry is starting school. In fact, he's starting school on the 8th of September. He isn't going to know what hit him. I feel bad, because once you start preschool it doesn't end for a really long time. So long carefree days of playgroups and sitting around banging drums, and hello text books and teachers' dirty looks. Poor kid.