In February, we actually saw Daddy, and Grandma & Papa came home from Aunt Sue's house.
All of my favorite boys checking out the phone. We are a technology driven family, that's for sure. We now own enough iPhones (most of them ancient) for everyone to have one. Of course, they'd all prefer to have the iPad. Sometimes, when it just gets to be too much phone/iPad time, things have to hide, but it's one of the only ways to actually eat a meal in public with the kids.
Having spent several months on our own with Daddy on his regular travel schedule, the boys and I have learned how to do things in public just the four of us. Some outings are successful, some are horrific, but all of them involve leaving the house, and just that is an accomplishment on some days.
The boys seem to urge each other toward learning new things. When I read a book to one of the boys, the other two gravitate over to hear; when one discovers something new and fabulous, he likes to share it with his brothers; and they love to learn about animals of all kinds.
Fireman Michael does not like to sit on the potty. In fact, he will sit in a dirty diaper for hours while I beg him to let me change it. He is an odd duck, but I love him. Hopefully his future wife does not find this post and think less of him for it. James will sit on the potty if the mood strikes but there has never been pee that hits the potty - although the other day he was more than willing to pee in my hand while Bob chased him around with a diaper. Only Ryan has had any potty success. He pooped in the potty, got the promised Darth Maul toy, and has completely lost interest despite the promise of a young boy Anakin (? should I have to learn the proper spelling of made up Jedis who turn to the dark side?). If I keep repeating, I am ready to potty train, I am ready to potty train, maybe one of the four of us will be convinced and the pee can hit the bowl.