Labor Day

 

It’s Labor Day and I’m almost all alone. Randy took the middle boys to Zions and I’m home with Marcus and Henry. Marcus is cramming for the ACT which he hopes to take on Saturday but he’s on standby so he has to show up and hope they have extra test booklets or that someone doesn’t show. He was all geared up to take it in July but it got canceled due to COVID so here we are scrambling to come up with plan B. If he doesn’t get to take it on Saturday, he’s flying to UT to take it in October because that was the soonest and closest location available out of the 5 States I tried to get him a seat in. Marcus and COVID don’t seem to be getting along very well. I can’t think of many people whose life has been disrupted as much as his has been. He’s handling it like a champ. 

And speaking of champ, I have now crowned myself potty training champ of the world! I have successfully potty trained FIVE boys. This is a big deal for all the obvious reasons but you should know that I dislike potty training so much that one of my first thoughts after finding out I was pregnant with Henry was that I’d have to potty train one more child. I just dread the whole thing.  

Here all the toys and snacks I set up right outside the bathroom door where we hung out all day. I didn’t want anything to happen to my carpet even though the cleaners were coming the next day. 

Henry had no idea what was coming for him this Labor Day weekend but I knew it was now or never.  I had to take advantage of the boys’ absence because there’s no way I could train Henry with four boys doing remote learning. 

But I’m happy to report that Henry has exceeded my expectations and learned quickly to “run to the potty!” He stayed dry through naps and bedtime and is motivated by M&M’s as a reward for taking care of his business.  He’s pretty cute running around in his Avenger and Blaze the Monster Machine underwear. 

I’m posting this from the backyard as I relax on our outdoor furniture with the peaceful sound of our stream muting out the rest of the world. Marcus is out doing service, Henry is sleeping, and the carpet cleaner guy just left so my house is immaculate and the carpets are spotless. Life doesn’t get better than this!