Simon had a check-up this morning with Dr. K. We decided to schedule it to ask a number of questions: 1. Is there anything we can do to get him to sleep more?, 2. Why does he make that odd breathing noise?, 3. What are we doing wrong when it comes to potty training?, and 4. Is it OK for him to eat as much as we do? Because these days he eats a lot - even broccoli, beef, and salmon.
Dr. K. wasn't entirely helpful except to assure us that Simon is a normal healthy boy and time will cure most of our issues. As far as size goes, Simon is now in the 96th percentile for weight (43.5 lbs.) AND height (42.5 inches). That makes him perfectly proportional yet huge. When it comes to potty training, what we are doing wrong is pushing Simon into something he's clearly not ready to do. And so we had our final mention of potty training in the house today. We've promised Simon that he can go when and how he wants and we will be proud of him for his successes, 'nuff said, chapter closed, THE END. So we may be getting rid of the diapers a long time from now but we're pretty sure, in the end, it isn't going to matter.
Speaking of feeling bad, I lost two longtime friends this week. I normally wouldn't mention such a thing here but to prevent future friend loss I'd like to clarify a few things. This blog and the blog of Simon are about our babies. We do and can, in fact, talk about other subjects. For example, I'm particularly fond of mobile devices, design, gardening, travel, "Lost", and "Heroes". And sometimes, when you read a blog, you feel like you've "checked in" with a friend when in fact your friend hasn't heard from you in, oh, say, months. If you're reading this, why not send email (havamarie at yahoo), call, give me a chance to clarify when I've said something stupid. And, finally, please don't assume that these pages full of our bragging rights include everything - they really don't.
When Simon saw me upset today he said "I'll tell your friends, 'Don't hurt Mama's feelings!' And then I'll take them away and they won't hurt you anymore." And then he took me outside and we kicked the ball around to make me "happier and happier". And, you know what? It worked.