Since Manny reached 18 months, he has slowly been taking over our living room. I was determined to keep at least one part of the house (besides our bedroom) "adult", and wanted to keep our coffee table as long as possible. Now that Manny has a brother in arms (Christian), his occupation of the living room is finally complete. I feel like I should wave a banner over the couch that says, "Mission Completed".

When John got home from work today, he moved the coffee table down into the garage. I could almost hear a trumpet playing somberly in the background. When he came back up from the garage, he brought with him "the jail" (as my mother so lovingly once called it), **evil voice** which shall help me enact my revenge....muahahahahaha (not really).

Christian isn't exactly crawling yet, but the boy has definitely figured out how to get across the room. I laid him down today on the floor of the living room, I ran to the restroom, and when I came back, he was on the other side of the room! We need "the jail" to keep him safe. There is so much stuff on the floor brought in by Manny, the dog, and the cats, I wanted one clean, crumb free place for him to crawl.

However, once "the jail" was set up, Manny wanted to play in it! The following picture (I feel) is quite hilarious....
I don't know why, but he looks like a little puppy in a cage....maybe the enclosure is a bit a cruel. I'll have to rethink using it....haha.


I also have some pictures of Christian enjoying his dinner. We started him on solids last week, and tonight for dinner he had banana, avocado, and oatmeal. I think it sounds horrible, but he really loved it!



Ugh....and our final topic for the night....potty training. I really wish we could have someone come in, and take over this horrible mess. Manny wants NOTHING to do with the friggin' toilet. This morning when he woke up, I asked him if he would sit on the potty, and he told me NO.

I just have to remind myself that within the next year, I'll be down one child in a diaper. I mean, he can't still be using a diaper at 4 or 5...can he? Someone please give me some reassurance, because I have hit a major road block.

I swear my child loves to see me frustrated. I say black, he says white. I say up, he says down. If I like something, he doesn't like it (wonder where he gets that from ;) you enjoying this dad?). I have to use reverse psychology in order to get him to do anything....seriously.

For example: The other day I wanted him to drink milk, he wanted juice. I asked him nicely several times to drink the milk, he said "no, I want juice". So I said, "actually, you're right, I don't want you to drink the milk", and I started to take the cup away, he said, "No Mommy, I want the miiiiiiiiiiiiilk!" Yes, all drawn out and whiney.

I love this kid to death, but he already knows what buttons to push....haha. Gotta love toddlers ;)