Mom isn't that good at hiding gifts. She opens them up and leaves them only half hidden all over the house. Every time Charlie "bumps" into one while he's playing we give him the standard "That's Derek's or Kevin's gift and that he can look at it or ask Santa for it but its not his". He's always OK with that since he loves those two boys.
Of course, by the next day he forgets completely about the gift and moves on. Boy that's easy.
Today I reached under the stairs to get a can of ginger ale (I'm still feeling a little stomach flu) and presto, from across the room he saw this huge Fisher Price box with trains, man he was excited. I think that one was Derek's ;-)
Poo, well it's been about a week now of daily, on the toilet, same time of day full poo on the toilet. All it takes is the camera to watch videos of himself (sitting on the toilet oddly enough) and a candy after the big splash and he's as good as gold. Diapers have been completely out of the picture for awhile now but now we don't even get soiled underwear for #2s anymore. It's pretty darn good and 100% attributed to Mom's constant pushing and conjolling him. Good times.
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