Summer Lovin' Even Some More

One day we found a passing Mantis with one leg squished under the garage. We tried to save him and we have him a nice home in a planter box, but he never moved away from where we put him and I'm afraid he may have had a painful immovable death.

We went to eat at the Blue Iguana one night. I've actually never been to the Red Iguana, but now twice to the Blue Iguana.  It was good, but the Rio Grande is still my favorite. 

After dinner we decided to take our evening walk by wandering around Temple Square for a little while. It was a nice evening.

We tried to Toilet Train Jack.  Everyone kept telling me, "boys are harder," but I thought I could defy the odds. Nope. We actually had quite a bit of success, too, but also some failures. He pretty much can pee on command and I think we'll keep having him go in the toilet, but the reasons I stopped were:

1) I'm losing patience. We have one more week before school starts and I don't want to spend it confined to home.

2) It just isn't clicking. He can stay dry for hours and then at random just pee his pants and not even seem to notice or feel any remorse about it.

3) #2 in the toilet is not happening at all and our attempts to encourage that haven't helped either.

I still think there is hope and that he'll get it before he's 3, but as of today, I don't really want to deal with it anymore. I am going to try the pull-ups route (which we didn't do with Molly) so that we at least don't lose all the progress we have made going #1.

 

We met up with some daycare friends at a splash pad one day.  The kids had fun!  I totally failed to put sunscreen on Jack and even though it was super overcast, he got sunburned.  After few coats of aloe vera he seemed totally fine.  

I was relieved it wasn't his sister. A slight ailment like that may have killed her.  We have had several discussions lately about "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" and how if you tell people that something is wrong with you so many times when nothing is wrong, eventually no one will believe you.  Molly is constantly dealing with broken legs, broken ears, and my most favorite - difficulty breathing.  "Mom, I can't BREATH!!!" in an all out scream and wale can be brought on by just about anything . . .  putting shoes on, combing hair, eating, asking her to pick up some toys.  Sigh.  I just do not understand this girl sometimes. 

Sometimes they are really good and really cute and just want their pictures taken!

This week we went to the Treehouse Museum in Ogden with a friend of mine, Brooke, and her kids.  I think everyone had fun, though I don't want to have 5 kids and stick them all in the car at the same time anytime soon, especially when they are all hungry and tired!