Extremes

OK - I've got two of the smartest, most adorable boys ever. I understand that and appreciate it, honestly. But sometimes the extremes I have to swing between on the emotion level really rock my sanity. Examples:

Yesterday. Low end of the scale. Figure Danny's really been getting a reprieve from potty training because it just hasn't been working, so it's time to do something again. All his friends are potty trained. It's just him left. And his diapers - and what they contain - are just way too big for me to change anymore! So, when he wakes up I declare it "no pants" morning and that he can put diapers back on after his morning "poop", knowing he would never do anything on the floor. He's okay with it. Whenever he has to pee, he runs right for the potty and "ta-da!", we have no problem. Benjamin goes down for a nap, I attempt to pickup the toys in the TV room and Danny goes downstairs to play. He comes up. Tells me he went. On the floor. By the train table. But he picked it up and put it in the potty - so doesn't that count, he says? OMG....

Today. High end of the scale. Darling Benjamin is in our room for early morning train-playing and general baby shenanigans while George and I get showered and dressed. He loves the book "Zoom City Zoom" and I read it to him again. But this time when I turn the page to the red stop sign, he says "Stop" before I can read it. When I get the picture of the towtruck, he says "Truck" before I do. The little rascal can follow along and "tell" me the story - I am amazed, humbled and so happy! My baby is growing up so fast...