Collin has had a very medical month. A few weeks ago he went in for an endoscopy to check his hiatal hernia. The results showed no hernia (hooray!), but a rather gnarly case of acid reflux (boo!). He was prescribed antacids for basically the rest of his life. Unfortunately, he was unable to take them for very long before more fun medical stuff hit. He has a minor surgery scheduled for next Wednesday to fix a stricture in his urinary tract (i.e., blockage from scar tissue, supposedly from years of bike riding in his youth). This past week has been extremely difficult for him, but he's borne it like a champ. Here's a picture of him from this Wednesday before the procedure to determine what was wrong with him (it was done in the OR, hence the cap and gown):
Isaac is (still) learning to poo on his own. We are currently working on Phase 4 of potty training, wherein Isaac now has the responsibility of choosing when to go to the toilet (we used to tell him when to go poo each day and he did that just fine). Accidents earn him extreme punishments and successes earn him extreme rewards. It's been a week of this and he's gotten a few punishments to start with, but he's had two successes in a row. Here's to hoping this works!
Samuel is still the same little spitfire punk that we love and adore. He talks all the time and with much fluency for his age. People are generally surprised and impressed by how much he talks, but that's only when he deigns to speak in front of others. His newly acquired linguistic ability has made playing with Isaac much easier and more enjoyable for both of them, so now they spend most of their days playing together with only minimal fighting.
So now we're just preparing ourselves for the arrival of our baby. We have everything we need - a new mattress, clothes, car seat, bottles, diapers and even new pacifiers. This baby WILL love the pacifier! And bottles! And sleeping! Our boys were too good for all of those things...