Progress on all fronts.

I think we might make it. Feeling a little bit better today, and got a little sleep last night. Poor Izzy keeps fussing, so I know he's feeling crappy too. I'm trying to decide if we're well enough to go visit my dad in the hospital. His has diverticulitis, and it's infected. He's been there since Monday night, and will probably be there until Friday or Saturday. I know he wants to see Izzy, but I doubt he wants to catch the flu, so I don't know yet what we'll decide.

Chris stayed home day before yesterday to help, and he decided that since Izzy wasn't feeling well, he wasn't going to continue with the potty training. Stupid decision if you ask me. Yesterday, I got back on it but he didn't pee a single time for me. *sigh* But today he ran out of the room while I was dressing and I finished and went to find him.

The bathroom door was shut, so I pushed it open and saw that Izzy had put his little potty seat on the big potty and had taken off his shorts and pull-ups, managed to climb up, and was sitting there proudly. When he saw me, he said, "Pee pee!" And, because the little potty seat was on there crooked, I could see that he had indeed peed.

But the progress is excrutiatingly slow. Now, I have to go change a dirty pull-up. Lucky, lucky me.