A.B. Kagledom

I'm almost afraid to blog it (for fear the luck will end) but since we've returned from vacation, Adlai has been sleeping in his crib for ten hours straight at night. We expected him to have problems adjusting to sleeping on his own after a week of cuddling up to me and waking me up every few hours with: "Mummy, may I have a glass of milk please?" (he speaks in a very distinguished British accent). I guess sleeping next to me was the problem (although we did try the pack-n-play and that only made him noisy which would have kept up Simon).

And in other fearful blogging things, Simon started to toilet train again a few weeks back and has had a good amount of success (relatively speaking). So he was in the bathroom doing his thing (near the toilet) yesterday when a gush of water came flowing out of the toilet and onto the floor and into the hall. He claims all that toilet paper and flushing was intended to "clean the pipes." That same day, Matthew took him to IKEA and he wanted very much to go into "Small Land" (the kids area) but since he isn't fully trained, he isn't allowed. So every thirty minutes Simon asked Matthew: "Am I toilet trained now? Am I toilet trained now???" Every time I think of that it sends me into a fit of giggles. This is the most challenging thing we've ever had to deal with as parents and we've been at it for TWO YEARS.

I have a very sexist but highly rated book from the library and I'm planning a full day toilet intervention in a couple of weeks - as soon as the anatomically correct boy doll that wets his pants arrives in the mail. If it works, Simon will be on his way to "Small Land" soon. If not... well...
Has his warranty run out?