reality hit hard and fast after getting home from the bachelorette trip. i'm waist deep in laundry, swamped with work, and all 3 kids have been exceptionally difficult. simms is totally acting like a threenager and talking back to me every chance he gets. the twins are constantly fighting over toys, throwing toys, and trashing the house. i cannot count the number of times i have threatened to throw every toy in the garbage and the fake calls i've made to the "cops" informing them of simms behaviors. then on top of all this normal chaos, simms told me he was done wearing diapers and ready to be a big boy….
i have put off potty training for a looooong time. i was in no rush. diapers are easy and familiar to me. plus, the thought of having to clean accidents gives me anxiety. picturing poop on my vintage beni ourain rug almost makes me physically sick. my worst nightmare is being somewhere out alone in the car and simms needing to pee and my having to drag all three kids in alone. thats a logistical nightmare y'all. the babies can walk on their own, but they aren't the most obedient and can NOT be trusted in a parking lot. so even though simms first used a potty at 20 months, i haven't pushed it… AT ALL. he told me he was doing it because he wanted to get marshall from paw patrol. hey! whatever it takes. y'all. he has done amazing. i guess waiting until it was his idea was good after all. he had one accident in the first 24 hours and not a single one since! i'm really really proud of him. and yes, we got marshall. he's also been hitting all his grandparents up for all the other dogs…rocky, zuma, rubble, etc. he ain't dumb! haha!
this week we've still also been soaking in the last days of summer hitting all the playgrounds, splash pads, and outdoor concerts over here before simms starts back at preschool this tuesday. actually the twins were supposed to start too, but a trip to the playground showed me they were NOT ready. both of them fell down two stairs leading up to the toddler size playground. the playground at preschool is like three times taller and that fall would've been a broken bone. i had been praying God would show me if they were ready and this was definitely the confirmation i needed. not to mention, having 3 kids in preschool is basically a second mortgage and we are not about to take that on if they aren't ready. its so hard to compare these preemie twins to simms because he's so advanced for his age and they're so behind. they feel like permanent babies to me, but i know they will be ready for it next year. it can be easy to forget how far they've come and i don't want to rush them. the fact that they are even here today is a miracle itself.
one hilarious story from the other night….at the playground beside the splash pad simms was trying to get on a swing when a 3 year old girl walks up and says to simms "want me to help you baby?" and simms says "I'm not actually a baby!" a few minutes of him swinging passes and she continues to watch Simms swing and ask if he needs help. simms says "you're actually driving me NUTS!" i feel you dude. girls can be so annoying. at least he keeps me laughing while i pull my hair out, right?