Beau is visiting for the weekend.  Jennie and Chris are in Michigan at a friend's lake house.  Pray for us.  They are both sleeping but I am feeling crazy overwhelmed thinking about tomorrow morning.  I am a wuss.  How do mothers do this with five kids?  Seriously. 

Did I mention it is is HOT as hell outside?  Tres' horrible.

Neglecting the blogging portion of my week is causing some disturbances among the grandparents.  Here are some updates:

Greta is NOT ready to be potty trained.  However, she did wear a swimmy diaper today, for one hour, outside of her pajamas (and a wet diaper).

Greta is officially a 2 year old.  Lots of "no" and throwing things.  While I struggle to NOT laugh, I suppose I have to be the parent, because Biscuit and Beans don't want any part of that.

Greta has a new babysitter, Kirsten, and she loves her.  Kiki has 4 kids, and I'm sure Greta feels right at home at their house.  She shuts the door behind me immediately after she is in the door.

Greta is still obsessed with Bubble Guppies.

Greta still sleeps in her crib.  No big girl bed until she asks for one.

Greta wears size 4 underpants.  I refuse to buy her size 5.  She has a nice fanny.

Oh, I've also pulled the plug on visits to Dr. Jackman, her Riley neurologist.  There is a peds-neuro in town.  She is good and gets down to business.  No more of this "drive 2 hours and not be prepared" shananigans. 

Her speech is going well.  First Steps comes once a week, on Monday, and it usually involves bubbles, playing with her cash register, playing with some trains, and changing her babies' diapers.  Her newer words are "eat," "key," and "ow (outside)." 

She graduated out of her physical therapy this week.  We can go back in a few months to reassess.  She continues the occupational therapy for her fine motor skills once a month.  She has made GREAT strides improving in both these areas.