Delayed

Stuff came up at work, sigh. So we are still predeparture. Will, fingers crossed, head out Tuesday or Wednesday.

The worst part is that boyby has been at the grands for close to a week already. Everyday brings reports of new words. He's been to the pool twice without incidence. "Little fish" g-ma calls him. "Walks right off the steps and doesn't care" she reports. This from the kid who gloms fiercely to mama's neck and won't let go any time I take him to the pool, the kid who fusses without ceasing when we "all fall down" and go under the water. Over and Over she tells me "what a sweet/easy/laidback/content kid". All continued proof that he saves his best behavior for yours truly. I however, will quit complaining if the grands also somehow manage to get him potty trained. I can't even get him to sit on the potty, not for stickers or candy or cookies or tv.

"You can have ______." I say.
"Naaaa" he says as he scampers off to find his blocks, books or other favored toy.

Although D and I have gone to movies and dinners and hung out at coffee shops and tackled a couple of household projects--all adult things that are hard to do with him underfoot--I have to keep the door to his room closed so as not to wander in there to check on him. The video game on the TV was rather loud an evening or two ago and I actually "shhhshed" D as not to wake the little guy.

habits,sigh.