Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

There have been some major developments in the Nash household since my last post. Observe Exhibit A.

No sooner than as early as last week would you have found me explaining how we're not potty training because with William's lack of interest I just don't have it in me during these last few weeks of my pregnancy.

Well I was wrong.

Upon helping my sister register at Babies R Us I decided to pick up a potty chair. I figured we would need it down the line and why not let him get used to its presence.

Well we had the dang thing home and in the bathroom no more than five minutes and he decided he ought to christen it.

Brian and I were so shocked we didn't even realize he went right away. But when he got up to peer inside and exclaimed, "WOW!" at the sight of his, ah-hem, contents, I decided I better get up and check it out. And sure enough he went! Easy as pie.

We haven't gone cold turkey with the diapers but we have been "trying" after every meal and before and after nap and bedtime. It's a very casual approach and I like that. No fights. No struggles. No tears. And best of all, no messes!

So far the only issue is that he insists on being completely naked when he sits on the chair. This may be because the first time he went he had just gotten out of the bathtub and just happened to be naked. Either way I'm going with it. Whatever floats his boat.

Now on to further developments see Exhibit B below.

We've been waiting for his big boy bed to arrive for about a month now. We were able to snag an extra twin mattress set from Brian's parents but the logistics of getting it from their house (an hour's drive) to ours took a bit longer than expected.

If you've talked to me in the past few weeks you know that I've been nervous about this transition. I swear to you from day one William has been the best kid sleeper the world has ever seen. Until now I wasn't sure how much his crib attachment played a role in that. And I, being a lover of sleep as well, didn't really want to mess that up. But this growing baby belly reminded me every day I didn't have much of a choice.

The bed arrived yesterday and we set it up late in the day. William was so excited after dinner to run upstairs and see the finished product.

"William's new bed!" He kept shouting. "I love it!"

Brian and I secretly rolled our eyes thinking, "Let's see you walk that talk once it's actually time to sleep."

Part of our apprehension comes from the fact that the new baby and William will share a room. Because my due date is just two months away we didn't want to have to deal with the extra burden of taking down the crib only to have to set it back up again in a few weeks.

Everyone around us was a bunch nay-sayers.

"It's not going to work unless you take down that crib!"

That's all we heard.

Well I am happy to report that they were all wrong. Bedtime last night went just as smoothly as it does every other night. He slept completely through the night without any disturbances.

This morning I woke up to a loud BANG! BANG!

"Uh oh," I thought, "This is it. This is going to be the downside of the big boy bed."

I rushed in his room to see what he could have possibly gotten in to.

"School bus, mommy!"

He was only trying to lift the blinds so that he could see the morning school bus come to pick up the neighbor kids. I suppose this is rather convenient for him now that his bed is within an arm's reach of the window.

William's to-do list before the baby arrives is complete. What an awesome big brother he's already turning out to be. I wonder if there's a way I can coax him into helping me with my to-do list.