All is well, or nearly so, with the Zugs. Thomas is getting over his bout of bronchialitis, Ruthie is so far staying healthy, and most importantly… daddy is home again. The computer has been turned off, for the most part, to focus on these things.
In other news, we had accidental success this week in potty training Ruthie through the night. Though she is potty trained through the day and even through her naps, I have hesitated to attempt all night success since she usually ends up in our bed in the wee hours of the morning… and MY mattress does not have a plastic covering over it. However, the other night we must have forgotten to put her pull-up on because we met on the stairs at midnight as I was heading up to bed.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked.
‘I have to go potty.’
‘You don’t have a pull-up on?’
And she continued past me, still half asleep.
So I followed her down into the bathroom and talked about what a big girl she was for sleeping in her underpants, then I carried her back up stairs and tucked her into bed.
The next night we put her to bed in her underpants again, and when I went up to bed around midnight I woke her up and carried her down to the bathroom. She peed, I tucked her in again, and she woke up in the morning with dry jammies.
So cross my fingers: I may be done with one set of diapers!