We definitely had more than one accident today. I would say for every successful pee we had there was a not-so-successful one. The morning began with an accident and I think it went back and forth all day. It was snowy outside so Jameson wanted to follow Kevin out to shovel the back patio, even as I was zipping up his snowsuit I thought to myself this is an "accident" waiting to happen. Sure enough when he came in ten minutes later his long johns were wet.
He seemed really tired today and not really into the "fun" of potty training anymore, apparently it had lost it luster. It didn't help that he had more accidents today than yesterday when he had almost all successful pees. In following the ideas in the "Potty Boot Camp," I made a big deal about how Mommy was sad when he peed in his underwear and walked him back and forth to the potty after an accident. It backfired, in my opinion. He got stubborn, angry and didn't even want to attempt to sit on his potty. I ditched those ideas and just worked on keeping the potty experience a positive one. Heavy on the praise and silly dances, light or non-existent on the negative messages. After each accident I would ask him what happened? Then I would say something like: Oh, its no fun to have wet pants, lets go sit on the toilet and see if you can pee again. That seemed to work much better. Also another suggestion that didn't have the intended effect was making him "clean up" his underwear, carpet/floor, rinsing off in the bathtub and throwing his underwear in the washing machine. No matter how "unfun" I tried to make it, Jameson LOVES cleaning up, he LOVES helping to clean, and he LOVES taking a bath where he gets to do all the work this was not a bad thing in his eyes. Even when he peed in the toilet he would take his underwear off to "clean" in the sink.
After a rough morning, and barely a nap in the afternoon, he was stir-crazy and tired. We would march into the bathroom he would pee and jump up to flush the pee and clean out the bowl only to pee at the sink. I realized he was jumping up as soon as the first tinkle hit the bowl, so I kept having to tell him. "More, can you make more pee?" Each time he could "make" more pee. I was tired and wondering if I shouldn't just throw diapers on him, but he seems to "get it" it just might take a few more days for him to initiate the process. He still only wants to wear underwear and throws the diaper across the room if I present that as an option.
On a happier note he did manage to poop in the toilet late this afternoon. He was VERY proud of himself and got two chocolates, a crazy mom AND a crazy dad shouting "Yay!"
So, while I don't feel today was as successful as yesterday I would still call today a success. He could tell me if he had to pee or poop when I asked, while he didn't always get the toilet he is becoming aware of those functions. I broke out on my own and am going to work with a hodge-podge of suggestions from the book.
I can tell you what book I do NOT suggest. "Potty Train in Three Days" by Louis Kleint, M.A., Ed. There was no depth whatsoever to her suggestions throughout the book. Beside that, in the question/answer section of the book, in response to a question about bed-wetting, she makes the claim that bed-wetting is the fault of the child and a parent should deem this behavior "unacceptable." Therefore no excuses or sympathy is warranted for the offending child. While I agree that diapering a child at night can send a confusing message, I think each parent has to weigh the situation and child. I know that Jameson is a HEAVY wetter. I change him once in the middle of the night or he would wake up soaked through every morning.
Beyond that she recounts a story from a mother whose eldest child wet the bed until he/she was 12 and the mother feared her other child would be the same. The author states "To believe such things, or to speak this in the child's hearing, merely reinforces the negative behavior and gives both of you an excuse to avoid proper potty training." She constantly refers to bed-wetting as a "behavior" issue as in "realize this is not necessary or acceptable behavior." Wow, talk about antiquated theory. She is obviously from the generation that believes a bed-wetter is a lazy child who would rather pee in their bed then get up to use the toilet. Actually, studies have shown that bed-wetters have pituitary issues. The brain doesn't signal their bladder/kidneys to stop producing urine. Bed-wetters don't wake up and weigh the option of going or not going to the toilet, it simply is not an option. On top of that, it is an entirely humiliating experience, they certainly don't need to be punished by parents each morning. As if a child would choose to sleep in wet sheets and pajamas each night, choose not to sleep over at friend's houses and fear summer camp. Most of the time the persistent bed-wetting stops at puberty (not because they realize they should use the toilet) but because as their hormones arrive in droves it kick-starts the missing pituitary message. To think a parent might have no idea about this issue and punish a child for the persistent bed-wetting is enough to make me see red.
Moving on...Only one more week until we leave for Vienna. Yikes!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
A Very Successful Saturday
Jameson has been fighting diapers recently. REALLY fighting them, and he really isn't much of a fighter. The hysterics that would ensue during a diaper change were a little ridiculous. I couldn't imagine that he was ready to make the switch, but we have been preparing for a few months now. We bought a potty chair in June and it has sat in front of the tv, in his bedroom, in our bedroom and the pot part of it has been used as a bucket in the bathtub. All the while it just sat there totally unused for its purpose. He was getting used to it, getting to know the toilet. Ha ha.
Fast forward to this week. I received my research material (aka potty training books). I picked up a few pairs of training pants in anticipation of the day he might be ready. Also they happen to be cheaper here than in Vienna.
After a battle today I decided, what the heck, we would try the underpants, if he got tired of them or it wasn't working I would fight the battle later. I decided to use the "The Potty Boot Camp" By Dr. Suzanne Riffel. Mainly because it was a quick easy read and it seemed like I could follow her suggestions. We had already done the prep work, so we moved on to the the first lesson.
The idea is to spend a few days at home, ditch the diapers for good and permanently move to the underwears. I gave him the option of wearing a diaper or putting on the underwear, but I told him, if he chose the underwear he would have to go "pee" and "poop" in his potty. He nodded his head. The hardest part was actually getting him to "make" pee for the first time. Sitting on the potty for five minutes was hard (my child is active) but I set him up with "The Little Einsteins" on an iPod and he was very content. We read books, and it was during "Barnyard Dance" that he peed. (Yet another reason to love the book!) He had one accident before he had actually peed in the toilet and it was my fault, I knew he should "try" to go because it had been a while, but he was enjoying washing his hands (read warm running water doesn't mix with a potty training child). He stayed dry through his nap and for the rest of the day. After the first time he peed in the potty he totally got it. After that it happened very quickly. A minute or less he was on, he was off. He wanted a high five and knuckles. His favorite part is flushing the stuff down the toilet then washing the bowl out to put back into his potty chair. I am so proud of him tonight I could burst. He is 20-months-old! Even if we totally go backwards tomorrow, I am STILL proud of him! I could tell that he was pretty darn proud of himself too. At bedtime he acted like such a "big boy."
Jameson with his loyal subjects.
Notice the large water bottle, as the book advised I got him fruit juice, and all he wanted was water.
Now the book of choice today was "Everyone Poops" By Taro Gomi. He would say "boop" on every page, but he loves the page which has a Giraffe, a Lion, A Gorilla, a Crane and a little boy eating. He goes through all of the animal sounds, then turns the page and says "boop!" I love it. That is what we are taking on tomorrow, wish me luck.
Fast forward to this week. I received my research material (aka potty training books). I picked up a few pairs of training pants in anticipation of the day he might be ready. Also they happen to be cheaper here than in Vienna.
After a battle today I decided, what the heck, we would try the underpants, if he got tired of them or it wasn't working I would fight the battle later. I decided to use the "The Potty Boot Camp" By Dr. Suzanne Riffel. Mainly because it was a quick easy read and it seemed like I could follow her suggestions. We had already done the prep work, so we moved on to the the first lesson.
The idea is to spend a few days at home, ditch the diapers for good and permanently move to the underwears. I gave him the option of wearing a diaper or putting on the underwear, but I told him, if he chose the underwear he would have to go "pee" and "poop" in his potty. He nodded his head. The hardest part was actually getting him to "make" pee for the first time. Sitting on the potty for five minutes was hard (my child is active) but I set him up with "The Little Einsteins" on an iPod and he was very content. We read books, and it was during "Barnyard Dance" that he peed. (Yet another reason to love the book!) He had one accident before he had actually peed in the toilet and it was my fault, I knew he should "try" to go because it had been a while, but he was enjoying washing his hands (read warm running water doesn't mix with a potty training child). He stayed dry through his nap and for the rest of the day. After the first time he peed in the potty he totally got it. After that it happened very quickly. A minute or less he was on, he was off. He wanted a high five and knuckles. His favorite part is flushing the stuff down the toilet then washing the bowl out to put back into his potty chair. I am so proud of him tonight I could burst. He is 20-months-old! Even if we totally go backwards tomorrow, I am STILL proud of him! I could tell that he was pretty darn proud of himself too. At bedtime he acted like such a "big boy."
Jameson with his loyal subjects. Notice the large water bottle, as the book advised I got him fruit juice, and all he wanted was water. Now the book of choice today was "Everyone Poops" By Taro Gomi. He would say "boop" on every page, but he loves the page which has a Giraffe, a Lion, A Gorilla, a Crane and a little boy eating. He goes through all of the animal sounds, then turns the page and says "boop!" I love it. That is what we are taking on tomorrow, wish me luck.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Flashback Friday
I am nearly at the middle of the month and definitely feeling a lack of blogging ideas today so I am borrowing an idea from high school and now blog friend Bridget and telling a story from the past. This is from my first trip to Vienna in 2001. Little did I realize I would continue to go back again and again for years to come. Oh, how I wish I paid better attention in my high school German classes!!
The week of Thanksgiving my parents came to visit me. My mom arrived a couple of days before Thanksgiving and helped prepare quite the feast which included two solid days of cooking. My dad met us in Salzburg, but not before my mom and I had managed to do the Sound of Music tour, bummer for him. We had a lovely weekend in Salzburg and headed back to Vienna for the rest of their stay. I was so happy to have them with me. I have always liked my parents and was thrilled when they made the trip reservations. I really enjoyed showing them around Vienna. All of the students were feeling a bit "parentless" around this time of year and for most of us it had been our first holidays away from home. I remember my mom gave out many many "mom-hugs."
My parents wanted to do something special for my friends and take them out to dinner. Most of the students were thrilled at the prospect of a free meal. Who wouldn't be? We headed downtown and our map-guru had come across a cool looking restaurant called 1516. We had never been, but it looked pretty good. We headed upstairs to find a booth. Come to find out this restaurant served beer in pitchers. It must be the only place where beer was served in pitchers in Vienna. When my dad asked how many pitchers we would need he was met with an, "ummmm, welll, uhhhhh...."
I suppose I should preface that I attended a Nazarene University. For those of you who don't know what that means; they are a socially conservative Christian church and one of their tenets is the avoidance of alcohol. Actually, it was "illegal" for us to drink alcohol. We had one "strike" with consequences and then on our second "strike" we were kicked to the curb. Needless to say we got very good at "not" drinking or at least not talking about it. I grew up in a home where alcohol was not an evil thing and there was often wine around the house (not for the consumption of minors, mind you, but for my parents).
Once my friends had gotten over the shock that my dad had asked if they wanted beer and more than that, he was willing to pay for it they readily took him up on his offer. Every single student commented to me how cool it was that I could tell my parents I drank. I remember just laughing with my parents and friends all evening. It was a fun night as we rehashed the term for my parents over great food that included a cheeseburger!
A few of us posing for a picture with my parents.
*I am aware the date on the photo says 10/27, but it was probably 11/27.
Actually, Kevin and I still go there to eat occasionally, and I cannot help but mention and laugh over the night my parents took my friends out and paid for their beer and food.
The week of Thanksgiving my parents came to visit me. My mom arrived a couple of days before Thanksgiving and helped prepare quite the feast which included two solid days of cooking. My dad met us in Salzburg, but not before my mom and I had managed to do the Sound of Music tour, bummer for him. We had a lovely weekend in Salzburg and headed back to Vienna for the rest of their stay. I was so happy to have them with me. I have always liked my parents and was thrilled when they made the trip reservations. I really enjoyed showing them around Vienna. All of the students were feeling a bit "parentless" around this time of year and for most of us it had been our first holidays away from home. I remember my mom gave out many many "mom-hugs."
My parents wanted to do something special for my friends and take them out to dinner. Most of the students were thrilled at the prospect of a free meal. Who wouldn't be? We headed downtown and our map-guru had come across a cool looking restaurant called 1516. We had never been, but it looked pretty good. We headed upstairs to find a booth. Come to find out this restaurant served beer in pitchers. It must be the only place where beer was served in pitchers in Vienna. When my dad asked how many pitchers we would need he was met with an, "ummmm, welll, uhhhhh...."
I suppose I should preface that I attended a Nazarene University. For those of you who don't know what that means; they are a socially conservative Christian church and one of their tenets is the avoidance of alcohol. Actually, it was "illegal" for us to drink alcohol. We had one "strike" with consequences and then on our second "strike" we were kicked to the curb. Needless to say we got very good at "not" drinking or at least not talking about it. I grew up in a home where alcohol was not an evil thing and there was often wine around the house (not for the consumption of minors, mind you, but for my parents).
Once my friends had gotten over the shock that my dad had asked if they wanted beer and more than that, he was willing to pay for it they readily took him up on his offer. Every single student commented to me how cool it was that I could tell my parents I drank. I remember just laughing with my parents and friends all evening. It was a fun night as we rehashed the term for my parents over great food that included a cheeseburger!
A few of us posing for a picture with my parents.*I am aware the date on the photo says 10/27, but it was probably 11/27.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
So much to do, so little time
I say that every year about now. Nine days until take-off. Wow! On one hand it feels like we just got back from Vienna, but on the other I think of everything we have done since May 1, how much Jameson has grown and it feels like forever ago. Believe it or not it is really hard for us to pack up and leave for Vienna every year. I find myself dragging my feet, putting off what needs to be done only to stress the last few days we are in town. To help me get excited I like to look at pictures from past years. So, in no particular order here are some of the reasons I am so excited to be back in the city of my heart.
Best meal ever, definitely NOT gluten-free...Sorry Kev!
If you look very closely up the street you can see our bright gold apartment building!
I love Christmastime in Vienna
See...how could you not love that?
The National Library
Vienna is the city of Coffee Houses
The Rathaus (townhall)
Public Transportation
The very cool parks everywhere
Best meal ever, definitely NOT gluten-free...Sorry Kev!
If you look very closely up the street you can see our bright gold apartment building!
I love Christmastime in Vienna
See...how could you not love that?
The National Library
Vienna is the city of Coffee Houses
The Rathaus (townhall)
Public Transportation
The very cool parks everywhereWednesday, November 11, 2009
Love you
This is what I say to Jameson possibly hundreds of times a day. I recently told Kevin that it was one phrase I couldn't wait to hear from the mouth of my babe. Well, I heard it today, but it was directed at the dogs. Not exactly the scenario I had imagined in my head all those months. I made him repeat it, and it was still directed toward the dogs. It may have even been Lulu's name (he says wu-wu for Lulu) but I am pretty sure this was a "wuh wu." So, being me, I said, "Jameson can you say: 'Love you Momma?'" and he did. He said it. "Wuh wu, Ma" with a big hug around the neck. Ahhhh, heart melted. I had to yell down the stairs to Kevin who was sitting in his office and ask if he heard it, for the record's sake. Even writing about it makes me feel warm and loved.
I was really lucky today. I got many precious moments today. Kevin gets home from teaching Wednesdays at 6:15 or so, and as soon as Jameson hears the garage he is up in a flash running towards the door. He absolutely cannot wait to greet his Daddy. I love it. It never gets old. Hears the garage, sprints to the door so that he can say "hi" and grab his hand to follow him to the nearest ball.
Part of Jameson's bedtime ritual is saying good night and giving kisses to the dogs and Kevin. If there are other people visiting they also get kisses and good nights. Jameson was in Kevin's arms when I asked Kev if he wanted to read the stories tonight. He had just gotten home from lecturing which is pretty exhausting so he gave me this: "Not tonight, I'm tired look." Jameson was having none of this, he obviously, heard and understood this conversation. When Kevin tried to hand him back to me to take up the stairs, Jameson wrapped his arms around Kevin's neck. We asked if he wanted Daddy to read his stories and he very enthusiastically said yes (or something like an affirmation). So we all trooped upstairs where Jameson began piling books next to Kevin on the bed. I soon noticed he had handed Kevin all his German language books. I started laughing (he never wants ME to read those books). Now, don't get me wrong Kevin speaks German, but he gets self-conscious in front of me, because I laugh at him. So I am a mean wife, but it sounds so cute. Apparently Jameson shares in my joy of teasing Kevin about his accent. What can I say my son has my sense of humor. He loved having his dad read to him, German accent and all. He had a smile that went ear to ear. During "Barnyard Dance" he made him read the first page over and over, just so he could stomp his feet and clap his hands. After one book was finished he would bring another and another. I definitely think this is a ritual that should be continued.
I love my precious moments with my boys. I love watching Jameson and Kevin interact. Just this morning Jameson went over to Kevin's side of the bed and began having a conversation with him that was obviously hysterical, because he kept cracking himself up. We can't for the life of us understand him, but we love that we are getting closer and closer to the day we will be able to understand him. Kevin just kept nodding and laughing back which made Jameson laugh even harder.
I am so lucky to have such awesome boys in my life. Everyday reminds me how much I love them. I love that Jameson has so much Kevin in him, because it helps me imagine what Kevin was like as a little guy. I could go on and on but I won't.
I was really lucky today. I got many precious moments today. Kevin gets home from teaching Wednesdays at 6:15 or so, and as soon as Jameson hears the garage he is up in a flash running towards the door. He absolutely cannot wait to greet his Daddy. I love it. It never gets old. Hears the garage, sprints to the door so that he can say "hi" and grab his hand to follow him to the nearest ball.
Part of Jameson's bedtime ritual is saying good night and giving kisses to the dogs and Kevin. If there are other people visiting they also get kisses and good nights. Jameson was in Kevin's arms when I asked Kev if he wanted to read the stories tonight. He had just gotten home from lecturing which is pretty exhausting so he gave me this: "Not tonight, I'm tired look." Jameson was having none of this, he obviously, heard and understood this conversation. When Kevin tried to hand him back to me to take up the stairs, Jameson wrapped his arms around Kevin's neck. We asked if he wanted Daddy to read his stories and he very enthusiastically said yes (or something like an affirmation). So we all trooped upstairs where Jameson began piling books next to Kevin on the bed. I soon noticed he had handed Kevin all his German language books. I started laughing (he never wants ME to read those books). Now, don't get me wrong Kevin speaks German, but he gets self-conscious in front of me, because I laugh at him. So I am a mean wife, but it sounds so cute. Apparently Jameson shares in my joy of teasing Kevin about his accent. What can I say my son has my sense of humor. He loved having his dad read to him, German accent and all. He had a smile that went ear to ear. During "Barnyard Dance" he made him read the first page over and over, just so he could stomp his feet and clap his hands. After one book was finished he would bring another and another. I definitely think this is a ritual that should be continued.
I love my precious moments with my boys. I love watching Jameson and Kevin interact. Just this morning Jameson went over to Kevin's side of the bed and began having a conversation with him that was obviously hysterical, because he kept cracking himself up. We can't for the life of us understand him, but we love that we are getting closer and closer to the day we will be able to understand him. Kevin just kept nodding and laughing back which made Jameson laugh even harder.
I am so lucky to have such awesome boys in my life. Everyday reminds me how much I love them. I love that Jameson has so much Kevin in him, because it helps me imagine what Kevin was like as a little guy. I could go on and on but I won't.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
A Perfect Fall Day
Today Jameson and I dropped Kevin off at class and then went to Bruegger's Bagels. Jameson had a plain buttered bagel and I got to have my ultimate favorite: An everything bagel with Bacon Scallion spread. Mmmm....
After a fun breakfast where Jameson met a new friend and they proceeded to laugh at each other's funny faces we headed to an area called Cherry Creek, we had some errands to run. I love this particular area of Denver. It is urban chic. Awesome restaurants, cool stores, an old-fashioned ice cream parlor, and everything is within walking distance. We got there about 9:30 and none of the stores opened until 10:00 so we strolled our way all around, looking into windows, greeting everyone on the street. Just enjoying the sunshine and unusually warm, but crisp day. When we got to Nordy's (I love that store) I immediately found Jameson some shoes (the boy has HUGE feet: 8.5). I was looking for waterproof shoes in an 8.5 that he could wear with everything, jeans, chinos, nicer pants. He only gets one pair of shoes in Vienna. Ha ha. Well, not only did I find the perfect pair but they were on SALE. Whoo hooo. Love that half-yearly sale! They look like a nice hiking boot by Sperry, and they are gore-tex. Awesome. Then I picked up some make-up for me, and then I found some great deals at Baby Gap too. Jameson was even a great shopper this morning. Note to self: go shop in the mornings. Normally he has had enough after one store. We hit up all the stores we needed to and then headed back to DU (University of Denver) to pick up Kevin. Then to top off our nice morning we had lunch at Chipotle which is one of the easy gluten-free restaurants where Kevin can eat.
Overall, it was a great day, and I got to cross more stuff off my list. Now if only I could find a cute, waterproof shoe that I can wear with any sort of outfit. Any suggestions?
After a fun breakfast where Jameson met a new friend and they proceeded to laugh at each other's funny faces we headed to an area called Cherry Creek, we had some errands to run. I love this particular area of Denver. It is urban chic. Awesome restaurants, cool stores, an old-fashioned ice cream parlor, and everything is within walking distance. We got there about 9:30 and none of the stores opened until 10:00 so we strolled our way all around, looking into windows, greeting everyone on the street. Just enjoying the sunshine and unusually warm, but crisp day. When we got to Nordy's (I love that store) I immediately found Jameson some shoes (the boy has HUGE feet: 8.5). I was looking for waterproof shoes in an 8.5 that he could wear with everything, jeans, chinos, nicer pants. He only gets one pair of shoes in Vienna. Ha ha. Well, not only did I find the perfect pair but they were on SALE. Whoo hooo. Love that half-yearly sale! They look like a nice hiking boot by Sperry, and they are gore-tex. Awesome. Then I picked up some make-up for me, and then I found some great deals at Baby Gap too. Jameson was even a great shopper this morning. Note to self: go shop in the mornings. Normally he has had enough after one store. We hit up all the stores we needed to and then headed back to DU (University of Denver) to pick up Kevin. Then to top off our nice morning we had lunch at Chipotle which is one of the easy gluten-free restaurants where Kevin can eat.
Overall, it was a great day, and I got to cross more stuff off my list. Now if only I could find a cute, waterproof shoe that I can wear with any sort of outfit. Any suggestions?
Monday, November 9, 2009
A no nap kind of day
Jameson did not sleep today, at all. This is not normal for him. The boy needs his sleep and for the most part he doesn't ever fight it. Today was just one of those days he was going to fight it. Its hard for me when he doesn't sleep because I really like my hour to do what I want or need to do. Instead I end up wrestling with a 20-month-old trying to convince him to lay down and close his eyes.
Today he wanted the dogs to sleep with him in his bed, which is normally just fine, but today it was a distraction. He wanted to cuddle with Lexi and "pretend" to sleep. He does a very funny impression of snoring. He can't get the snort, but he breathes really heavy and this is how he mimics sleep. All that to say, it was a LONG day. No nap days are no fun, more than that he is exhausted by the time its bedtime and this evening was no exception. Meltdowns from 2:30pm on. He was very upset when I took his pants off to change his diaper, then he didn't want a new diaper put on. These weren't tantrum tears, they were just tears of pure exhaustion and frustration. He doesn't cry often so I feel so badly when he does have these days. To top the no nap day he is teething big time (still!) and when he is teething he doesn't eat much. So that means he was hungry on AND tired, never a good combo. Since putting him down at 7pm he has already been up once. Something about his blanket, since the blanket got tossed down the stairs I am guessing he was tangled up in it. He was very angry with his blanket. Hopefully tomorrow will be a happy nap day.
This is Jameson pretending to sleep while he cuddles with an overjoyed Lexi.
Today he wanted the dogs to sleep with him in his bed, which is normally just fine, but today it was a distraction. He wanted to cuddle with Lexi and "pretend" to sleep. He does a very funny impression of snoring. He can't get the snort, but he breathes really heavy and this is how he mimics sleep. All that to say, it was a LONG day. No nap days are no fun, more than that he is exhausted by the time its bedtime and this evening was no exception. Meltdowns from 2:30pm on. He was very upset when I took his pants off to change his diaper, then he didn't want a new diaper put on. These weren't tantrum tears, they were just tears of pure exhaustion and frustration. He doesn't cry often so I feel so badly when he does have these days. To top the no nap day he is teething big time (still!) and when he is teething he doesn't eat much. So that means he was hungry on AND tired, never a good combo. Since putting him down at 7pm he has already been up once. Something about his blanket, since the blanket got tossed down the stairs I am guessing he was tangled up in it. He was very angry with his blanket. Hopefully tomorrow will be a happy nap day.
This is Jameson pretending to sleep while he cuddles with an overjoyed Lexi.An update to my sewing post. I did manage to fix my issue. Having some alone time this afternoon I was able to focus on the machine and re-thread it all. It worked and I made Jameson's pants. My new issue is that I hate crotches. I cannot go up one leg and down the other without screwing it up. I sewed the pants. Yippeee! I am sure Jameson is very happy he doesn't live in an era where his mom has to sew his clothes. It is a very easy pattern and now that I know what I am doing it will happen quicker in the future. He has a really long inseam though and even Kevin's "tall" shirts are barely tall enough if I use the side seam.
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