The Kid Can Eat!

We had a “late” start to our morning; it was after 8am!  Brandon woke up last night, and literally climbed into bed with us.  He climbed up so quickly and just parked himself at the edge of the bed before Dave carried him over me to the middle.  We got to sleep in somewhat, however I woke up to Dave telling me Brandon peed in our bed :(  Yuck.  So we stripped the bed, and started the laundry.  Luckily it didn’t get past the mattress pad, but we can’t wash it in our washer because it’s too big.  Brandon told me that his diaper was hurting him, so I asked him if he wanted to wear big boy underwear.  He said he’d like to, so we changed into his Thomas underwear.  I offered the toilet every 20 minutes to no avail.  On our last attempt before we were getting ready to leave, we did one more round of potty.  Nothing.  Then while Dave was washing up some of the dishes, he suddenly said, “Oh no!”  Brandon had peed through his underwear onto the carpet.  Oh well…we tried.  We put him back in the diaper to go out to do the laundry. 
By the time we had anything to eat, it was 1130am!  We ate while we waited for the laundry.  We ordered Brandon a “toddler” plate which came with a handful of sliced carrots and ranch dip, handful of grapes, a few triangles of cheese, some olives, strawberries and a canadian levitra online abacojet.com Anxiety evolves into a disorder purely because the body has effectively become accustomed to being anxious regularly. Not a disease: The well-wishers of these people begin to think negatively about you and is likely to have a big impact on your erectile cheap cialis soft function. However, the thing is, a considerable measure relies on upon the wellspring of the torment. buy bulk viagra Men are afraid of going through these horrid truths about generic sales viagra likely inability to maintain an erection for a sufficient period of time during sexual intercourse. small cup of cheesy goldfish, all atop a bed of bite-sized lettuce pieces.   Brandon started with his own food, quickly eating all the olives, then started on his grapes.  He had some of Dave’s eggs, a triangle of toast, and almost all of my sausage patty.  He ate both of our orange wedges, and finished most of his cheese.  After he ate all the grapes, and most of the carrots, he ate the last of his strawberries with some of Dave’s pancake.  The only thing left was a few carrots, which we ate.  After all was cleared, he grabbed a handful of lettuce and just stuck it in his mouth!  I was trying to contain my laughter, holding it back so that Brandon wouldn’t think anything of it.  I didn’t want to discourage him from eating his veggies.  Dave asked him, “What are you, Copter?”  Brandon nodded, still chomping away on the greens.  He ate almost half of the lettuce, after he figured out he could “dip” it in the ranch.  We took the goldfish to go, and went back to the laundry to move it to the dryer. 
We’re still working to get him to go to the potty.  Now it’s just a series of false alarms – running to the potty with no action.  Maybe it’s performance anxiety.  We’re getting there at least.  It’s much easier to try it during the weekend, when we’re both free to run him to the potty.