Pretty in pink

Tie dyed

When I was pregnant with Emmeline, my dear friend Kim sent me a box of her daughter Amelia's old clothes.  There was a range of cute clothes in there, many of which Emme has only recently grown into.  One of my current favorites is this tie dyed shirt (which Emme pairs with either a ruffly denim jumper or jeans).

Emme is a lot of fun to dress these days, as is probably evident by the number of recent posts with the label "what she wore."  Oliver has been dressing himself for a while, and while his outfits are often interesting, they aren't nearly as cute as what I can still get on Emme.

I know the day is coming that she will, too, have an opinion about what she wants to wear.  I'll still get to buy fun clothes -- they just might get paired in interesting ways.  I do have a stash of about six super-cute dresses in her closet for when she gets older.  My sense is that she's about as much of a dress girl as I am, but you've got to put one on every now and then, even if it's just to take a picture.  Like this one.

Oliver's fashion diary (Sunday and Thursday)

He has three of these laminated shirts
with labels:tractor, cement mixer,
and alligator.

Wes and I both tried to talk him out
of the black socks and shoes, but
at the end of the day (or actually the
beginning), I don't think it's worth
fighting over.

Emmeline's fashion diary (Tuesday and Thursday)

Tea Company and mini Chucks.

I heart Mini-Boden.

A little boy and his dog

Rainwear

Drying out

I think we may be making some progress with Oliver in terms of nighttime potty training.  He's been dry during the day, and even naps, since just before Emmeline was born.  It was great timing, and once he started wearing underwear, he pretty rarely had an accident.  (He came home from daycare in different shorts one day last week, and when I asked how he had an accident, it was revealed: he had tried to pee in the toilet standing up.  Evidently, he's been studying Wes in the bathroom.)  Nighttime was a different story though.  He was always wet in the morning, usually having pooped as well as peed in the pull-up.  I didn't know what to do about it.  When I talked to our pediatrician about it at his three-year well-child visit, she pretty much said it was developmental, and like daytime potty-training, some kids did it earlier than others.  So I let it go.

But then one week we had to wash the sheets several times because the pull-up was so overwhelmed with pee that it leaked.  Not fun.  We kept telling Ollie that he could get up at night and go pee in the toilet if he needed to, or at least in the morning when he woke up, but he never did (even though he would do it at nap time).  He's a really active kid, so I'm not keen on cutting him off from drinking.  He gets either watered down juice or plain water, so it's not like he's chugging down milk or something else. I figure if he's drinking, he's thirsty.

Last week, I decided to try something new.  Oliver usually goes to bed between 7 and 8pm.  Wes and I usually go to bed between 10 and 11pm.  So now, just before we go to bed, one of us goes up, picks him up out of bed, and sits him on the toilet.  Most night he pees (and not a little).  The first night we did this, he woke up with a slightly damp pull-up.  The last two nights, though, he's been completely dry.  He doesn't always seem to remember even getting up at night, so he's really proud of himself for being dry.

So imagine our excitement when this morning, around 6:45, Wes and I heard him leave his room and get on the toilet to pee.  We actually high-fived each other in bed, and then went up to make a big fuss about what a good job he did getting up to pee in the toilet.

I think my plan right now is to give this a try for several weeks.  If we get into a spell of dry pull-ups, we can try to drop the late-night potty trip to see if he learns to get up himself when he needs to go.  I'm not starting him in underwear until we've had a solid run of dry nights, but I'm hoping we can get there by summer.  Costco will be disappointed to hear we're close to being done, but I, for one, will not!