Apart and Together. That is the theme of the week for Tyler. Anything that is together he tries to take apart. And once it's apart he'll spend a lot of time trying to put it back together. Legos, toothbrush holders, lids on cups...he is determined to take them apart. I don't really know how he knows that some things pull off and other things screw off, like lids on cups and the bottle of vegetable oil in the pantry he won't leave alone. But he sits down with these things and turns his hands like he's really going to screw them on and off. Lord help me if he does get the lid off the vegetable oil. It is fascinating to think how far he's come from the newborn arms that flail uncontrollably just 14 months ago to being able to grasp and push two different parts together so they fit just right. Seeing that coordination and determination is just awesome.

The other fascination this week is shoes. This weekend I could not get him to leave them on. Even telling him he can't go outside without them on doesn' t bother him. We'll sit down to spend the time putting the shoes on so we can do his favorite thing--go outside. And as soon as they are on, he'll take two steps, sit down and pull them off. These new shoes we were forced to buy to get out of the messy diaper situation are way too easy for him to take off. At least the old velcro shoes he has to un-velcro first. But these new ones he can slip off without untying, no matter how tightly I tie them. Yesterday's daycare report said "Tyler had a great day. He loves reading books but hates wearing his shoes." Well put. He was cruising around in his socks when I picked him up, and he ran to get his jacket. Funny, he thinks that jacket is his ticket outside. I explained he needed his shoes on to go outside and we sat down and put them on. In the time it took me to stand up and turn around to pick him up, he had taken off one shoe already. Ugh!!! Today he went to daycare in the old, velcro shoes because I'm testing to see if maybe the new shoes just aren't comfortable for him. We'll see what his report says today.

Another fun weekend has come to an end. Tyler spent Saturday afternoon at the clubhouse park's grand opening. He played on the playground for a long time. Although it officially opened this weekend, we have been going to the fenced-in park since winter. It was more crowded than ever this time, and I noticed how differently Tyler plays when other kids are running past him and climbing all around him. I see so much of myself in him. He prefers to passively observe everyone before just jumping in and playing on everything. I think this is a great quality because a)it came from me, but more importantly, b)it shows restraint and thought process. He's not a hyper kid, which I don't think I'm equipped to handle. He's an insightful thinker.

Grandma and Aunt Kristin visited this weekend and babysat him Saturday night. I swear to God he says grandma several times a day. I couldn't get him to say it once for her. In fact, we couldn't get him to say much of anything to anyone this weekend. We had a houseful of company over Sunday, including Mack and Owen. Mack turns 2 in a few weeks and hasn't said anything yet. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I couldn't help but want to show off Tyler's awesome communication skills. The only thing he would say was 'More' asking for grapes, and of course he did that when nobody except me was listening. I think the fact that he doesn't talk much when he's around other people correlates to the fact that he's busy observing everyone around him. In his homelife with Mom & Dad, and at daycare he's used to the routine so he talks and talks. But when we introduce something or someone new to him, he needs time to get used to it. I hope the arrival of his new brother in 13 weeks doesn't scar Tyler too much.

I left the house this morning with Tyler and Daddy sleeping in. I got to work so early I don't know what to do with myself! We had a bit of a rough night last night. Tyler has been fighting a cough for the past week, not nearly as bad as the winter cough that lasted a few months, but it made him wake up a couple times last night. I guess that's good practice for what's to come, with his little brother due in 14 weeks, but I still don't know how my body managed to survive on four hours of sleep night after night just a year ago. If Tyler wakes up before midnight, Shawn has that shift covered. Last night the cough was so bad that Shawn woke me up to give Tyler his inhaler. It seemed to work because right after that, he was able to fall asleep. So was I. Until 4 am when he woke up again. This time it wasn't coughing so it must have been those darn teeth. We gave him Tylenol several times this week to get through the nights as he is working on those eye teeth, but didn't the last two nights because I hate to see how quickly we go through a bottle of that infant Tylenol stuff. They really need to make bigger bottles. So anyway, last night was rough. As I held him around my bulging belly at 4 in the morning, his brother repeatedly tried kicking Tyler off him. I wondered if Tyler felt that. I sure did. Then the kicks turned into hiccups which I was sure Tyler would not like, but I guess they were so rhythymic, it put him to sleep. Thank goodness.

These days he has become more attached than ever to his little green frog blanket we call Softy. When Tyler was newborn, Softy was bigger than him. At daycare, he couldn't take a nap without Softy over his eyes. But around five months old, we stopped using Softy at daycare and Tyler didn't seem to care whether he had it at night. Now suddenly there is a renewed affection with that thing, and this past week I've seen Tyler sucking his thumb several times. I read that toddlers will regress a bit before they move on to the next phase. I think the next phase must be the establishment of independence and his attachment to Softy and the thumb--while very cute--will probably subside.

I hope Shawn and Tyler are still asleep now. And I secretly hope when they do wake up, Tyler has a big messy diaper for his daddy to change. He only has to change about one diaper a month so it really should be a good one. Don't you think?

Tyler has moved on to yet another new word. This one he says clearer than any previous word. Getting dressed this morning, I said "Let's put on your shoes" and he said "NO" clear as day. Shawn even commented on the clarity of the word. So here we go. I am going to kick myself for ever getting annoyed with the repetitive uses of his previous words like "book" and "bubbles" because this one is really going to drive me nuts. I guess it's what I get, I have heard myself use the word several times a day and I'm sure they use it at daycare.

Conor came over to play with Tyler last night. These two boys are so cute together. Conor crawls as fast as Tyler walks and Tyler tripped right over him a few times since he doesn't really look where he's walking. They played with each other, Chili, and lots of toys. Tyler is getting good at turning his hits into hugs, thanks to all the beatings Chili has taken as practice. Now he automatically hugs Chili and I'm pretty sure he only hit Conor once (that I saw, Mary might have seen more) before we told him to hug instead. Conor and Tyler blew kisses at each other. Sweet little guys.

What a fun Easter Weekend we had! Saturday Grandpa Ron came over. We went to the Stonelake Egg Hunt where they had tons of eggs hidden all over the lawn. When Tyler got there, I had no doubt he would end up with a basket full but after spending 10 minutes standing around and taking apart the two eggs he had, his little basket was looking bare and there were no more eggs to be found. The older kids were taking eggs right out from under Tyler. He didn't care, but it bugged me. We had a nice time making new friends, there sure are a lot of little kids who live in our neighborhood. There were at least 50 young children there. After the hunt we ate a picnic lunch. Tyler spotted Hailee from daycare and as he was walking toward her to say hi, she came running up to him and embraced him tightly with a huge hug. Hailee was in his class until she turned two a couple months ago. She was really glad to see him and showered him with kisses. Like a typical guy, he pretty much ignored the fact that a cute blond girl was so interested in him. In fact, he was more interested in the sign hanging from an easel that said Happy Easter and had a picture of a big duck on it. He pulled the sign off and tried walking away with it but Daddy didn't let him get too far. Later Saturday night, Grandpa Ron fed Tyler dinner and babysat him while Mommy & Daddy went to the Kings game.

On Easter Sunday, we went to Grandma and Grandpa Roberts' house. It was Aunt Kristin's birthday so there were balloons, presents and cake. We had an Easter egg hunt with Cousins Andrew and Steven. Tyler hasn't spent much time walking on hills since Elk Grove is so flat, and he fell on Grandma's grass a lot. But he just kept getting back up and forging ahead, learning to lean into the hills and keep his momentum going forward. Grandma noticed how he likes to traverse instead of taking an incline straight on. Very insightful. We went on a walk down the lane with Tyler and Andrew in the wagon and saw some sheep! What a fun-filled day this was.

Grandma's house brings out the quiet side of Tyler. On the drive up, we practiced saying Grandma and Grandpa and he was doing great. When we got there, he became very tight lipped. He prefers to sit back and observe the action before he jumps into it. So we let him do things at his own pace, but he remained pretty quiet the entire time he was at Grandma's. He wouldn't tell us what a cow said even though we asked several times. But he did say 'quack quack quack' when we asked about ducks. But, these quacks were at half his usual sound level. Towards the end of the night, he did say Grandpa a few times but we couldn't get a Grandma out of him. Until we got in the car and drove away. Then his normal voice returned and he chatted all about Grandma and Grandpa and cows and ducks. Silly boy.

Seeing me show up at daycare in the middle of Tyler's regular routine really threw him off. I walked in behind the snack cart loaded with bananas-his favorite! He saw the bananas first then he saw me. He jumped up to run to me and three steps away he turned around and went to get his jacket. He thought we were leaving. I told him I was going to stay and watch him for a while which he did not get. He didn't put the jacket on and he didn't go to the snack table where all his friends were. I could see his head spinning as he was trying to figure out what to do. I suggested he sit down at the table and eat a snack so he walked to the table but wouldn't sit down. He just stood there, hand on the chair, trying to make a decision. I'm sure he was thinking that if he sat down for a snack, I would leave. But if he went to me, he wouldn't get his snack.

Finally he just started crying. His teachers were busy getting snack ready so they didn't realize the emotional turmoil he was in. But I did. So I pulled up a tiny chair and sat half of one cheek on it. This chair was so tiny I'm pretty sure it was made for Barbie. Somehow all the kids fit on it. Even Ms. Amber sat on one. And we ate a snack. Bananas, Jello cups with a spoon, and Krispy Kreme donuts. I had to ask if this was a usual snack but they promised it wasn't. Normally I'm all about donuts, but coincidentally I had already eaten two that morning so I wasn't about to eat a third. So I ate a banana as the other kids chowed down on their donuts. Even tiny little Carina who is about a foot shorter and 10 pounds lighter than Tyler was busy working on that donut. Not Tyler. He was focused on the banana. At daycare they don't slice the bananas like I do at home, and he ate it great. Duly noted, less work for me! All the other kids went from their donuts to the Jello. So Tyler started asking for their bananas. He is such a good eater. They told me he always eats his veggies before anything else on his plate. Yep! Eventually he took a bite or two of the donut but then moved on to the Jello as he demonstrated for me how well he uses a spoon. Daycare doesn't have baby spoons, they use the real ones and Tyler did great with it. I'm not brave enough to try that at home since I have to clean up the mess...well, Chili and I have to clean it up. But, lucky for Tyler, the Jello was sticky enough to stay on the spoon when he inserted it into his mouth upside-down. This was the funnest thing to watch. He loved eating the Jello. Unfortunately it ended up all over his face, nice khaki pants and new shoes but it made for some cute pictures.

Next, Ms. Jaclyn asked if they were ready to go outside. Tyler ran to get his jacket, all the other kids ran to the door. What a well-trained boy he is. He really does thrive with a routine. So, she gave them all paper bag baskets, opened the door and told them to go find the eggs. Alana and Gino are almost two so they knew exactly what to do. Tyler and Carina were just glad to be outside. Tyler did find one egg and I kept telling him to put it in his basket. I'm pretty sure that he didn't think the paper bag he was carrying was a basket. Especially since his basket we've been practicing with at home looks nothing like that. So when he found a second egg, he dropped the first one and it opened, chocolate wrapped candy falling out. He was too quick for me, the candy went straight into his mouth, foil wrapper and all as he ran away from me. He's getting really fast. In all, this was a fun event and I'm really glad I went. Gino's mom and I were the only ones who came. I learned some new things about my little boy. He was faced with what was probably the biggest decision of his life so far (sit for snack or leave with mom). And we got to leave early, go home and take Chili on a nice walk.

I have a date with Tyler today and I'm so excited. Daycare is hosting an Easter party at 3:00. I'm not exactly sure what's in store but can't wait for whatever it is. He dressed up in khakis and a rugby shirt for it and got so many compliments when we walked into daycare today. They usually see him with his stained grubs and sweats or bluejeans. He's also got his new shoes on, which he thinks are spiffy since they tie instead of velcro like the other ones. We practiced more egg hunting last night. I think maybe his Easter basket is too big. Last night he practiced carrying it full of eggs and was having a really hard time walking in a straight line with it. So we'll try a smaller basket tonight and see if that helps increase his walking speed. It won't hold as many eggs, but maybe they won't fall out this way. Saturday's egg hunt is going to be a test for my & Shawn's competitive sides. I can picture all these older kids running and pushing Tyler out of their way to snag an egg up right in front of him. All this egg hunting practice is for all of us, so Shawn & I know what to expect from Tyler and refrain from cheating and putting eggs in his basket ourselves or something.

Tyler dishes out blown kisses left and right. He kissed the park goodbye on Sunday. He blows kisses to everyone and everything. But every morning when I drop him off at daycare, he won't blow me any kisses. I get snubbed every morning. He won't even wave bye bye to me anymore. I guess he doesn't want me to leave so he's won't acknowledge it by saying goodbye to me.

Bubbles. Bubbles. Bubbles. It was the first word I heard again this morning. When I picked him up last night, he started talking a mile a minute. Not much of it made sense but I didn't hear the word Bubble in all the babble which was refreshing. Ms. Jaclyn said he is learning about farm animals this week. So on the way home I asked him what a horse says just to see if he really is learning. Nay he said. I was shocked. I've been working on that one for a while and hadn't gotten him to say it outloud yet. What does a sheep say? Moo he answered. So I said Baaah and he repeated Baaaa. So then I had to test this new ability of his to repeat words I say. I said 'Tyler can you say Grandma?' (we're visiting gramma this weekend) and he said 'Mammaw.' Wow he's mimicking me! 'Can you say Grandpa?' and he replied 'Apa?' with a big smile on his face. Sounded kinda like Apple but hey this is the first time he's repeated new words for me. I was so excited we clapped as I drove home. He did the animal sounds for Daddy during dinner.

We have been practicing Easter egg hunting. Thursday Tyler's daycare is doing a special parent & child event and Saturday we're going to a Stonelake community hunt. So he has a basket and about 15 colorful plastic eggs which he is very interested in. I hide them in obvious places, tell him to carry his basket and put the eggs in it. So far, he gets this concept but can't keep going after he finds the first egg. He wants to sit down to play with it and take it apart. It's a good thing we started practicing this Sunday so he'll be a pro by Saturday.


He loves outdoors and throws a tantrum if he doesn't get to go out there whenever he wants. Even if it's raining. Just like a typical boy, he doesn't care if it's freezing cold outside. 'Bubble' is the latest word and he's beginning to drive me crazy with it. Bubble bubble bubble. I'm seeing a few patterns here. First, almost all his words begin with B which is pretty normal I guess. But, he gets really hooked on a word and obsesses over it. A couple weeks ago it was Book. Then Balloon, which he never quite nailed. Bubble is a great word because it's two syllabuls and he says it really well. This morning at 6:20 am, it was the first thing I heard through the monitor. He really is obsessed. I need to remind myself he doesn't really care about the bubbles, he just likes saying the word. When I do pull out the bubbles and wand, he usually walks away and plays with the dog and his ball.


Another new thing he's doing is blowing my mind. I have been holding him to sleep for weekend naps and bedtime sleep since he was about 4 months old and stopped being able to put himself to sleep. I love doing this. We read a book, cuddle, rock and he goes to sleep. At daycare, he lays down on his own cot when they tell him it's nap time and he falls to sleep. I never believed it until this weekend. Saturday when nap time came, he threw a fit with me trying to hold him. I began the guessing game of wondering whether his stomach or his teeth were hurting. Could not get him to stop crying. Shawn came to the rescue and took Tyler for a long drive. I took a two hour nap and they were still gone. It was a very long drive but Tyler slept the whole time. Saturday night when bedtime came, we began our usual routine but he fought it tooth and nail. I held him, letting him cry and cry but couldn't get him to fall asleep. Finally I passed him off to Shawn and he went straight to sleep. I began wondering if it was me. Sunday naptime came and I tried the usual but he started crying and fighting me. Shawn suggested putting him in his crib. That thought would never have crossed my mind because I really enjoy holding him and watching his sweet little face as he falls asleep. I put him in his crib, told him to lay down and take a nap (guessing that's what daycare does) and he did. What?! That is how I've put him to bed the past two nights and it's worked like a charm. This was a very cold-turkey transition, I had no warning and no time to get used to the new bedtime routine. I'm going to miss the nighttime cuddling but am so amazed he did this himself. I guess this is the toddler independence shining through. Who's parenting who here anyway?

Every morning has the potential to begin just as good as the previous day. But for whatever reason, this was a rough morning. Tyler got dressed ok, except he wouldn't let me brush his teeth. We were in a hurry to get him to daycare in time for breakfast so after slipping the brush in once and at least wiping the bottom teeth, I gave up. As I buckled him into the carseat he began crying and asking for "more" so I offered him a chunk of my yogurt bar which he hit out of my hand. Nice. He cried and struggled the entire drive to daycare. That 5-minute drive always seems so much longer when he's fussing. Everything I tried giving him to distract him got thrown back at me. Finally at daycare where there are plenty of distractions, the crying stopped. He didn't even struggle as I put his shoes on while he sat in the highchair waiting for breakfast. Miss Andrea delivered a plate of pancakes and applesauce and he got excited. His hand went right into the applesauce so I grabbed the spoon to offer him a spoonful of it instead. We do this most days and he's fine with it. But today that put him over the edge. Applesauce went everywhere as he flailed his arms all over the place, kicking and pushing the plate away. Lord. Sorrrrry! So I backed off and got his daily form filled out, chatted with Miss Andrea, and left him alone to eat however he wanted to. It was time for me to go so I approached with caution. My presence didn't freak him out so I kissed him like I do every day. Usually, the kiss triggers a bye-bye or at least a wave from him. Today I got no response. He's really mad at me for some reason. I waved and blew kisses as I headed out the door. Still no response, but he was staring at me as if he was testing to see if I would really leave. I closed the door and waved through the window. He stared. Or glared, I'm not sure which. I blew kisses and his stare turned into the new dirty looks he's learning to give where he turns his eyebrows downward and puts his chin to his chest. I have heard a lot about these looks from daycare, apparently he displays them alot there, but he's only done it once or twice at home and it's never quite as good (or mad) as the looks he gives them. Well I got one today, and then he must have felt bad because he reached up with a pancake in his hand as if it were a peace offering. I drop him off every morning and usually don't get emotional but today was really hard. Until this morning, I hadn't cried in a long time.

We had water play after daycare the other night. We were outside rinsing off his new lawn mower/bubble blower and he thought the hose was the coolest thing ever. First, it made water all over the ground which for some reason he kept getting down on his hands and knees to put his face in it. I thought he was trying to drink it off the ground but when I saw the concrete marks on his forehead, I realized he just liked putting his face in water. He is magnetized to Chili's water bowl inside, so it makes sense that he enjoys it outside too. So, he started drinking out of the hose and splashing in it and everything. He was wearing clothes in the beginning but those came off quickly since they were soaked. We played outside for a while, loving the daylight savings time change. He drank so much water that he threw up. Luckily the hose was running so I just washed it away. He's only puked a few times and each time it has been due to overeating and now over-drinking. Thank goodness he hasn't had the real puking which so many of his friends have, where they projectile all over the place. I'm sure that will come but so far so good. As for his water attraction, I see many puddles in this kid's future.

Tyler met the Easter Bunny yesterday. He really enjoyed the bunny's giant nose and immediately reached up and grabbed it. Thank goodness the bunny didn't really feel that because Tyler was pulling hard on it. He was all smiles. Thank goodness. We had no idea how this meeting would go, and had no expectations but were prepared to step in and be in the picture with him if Tyler threw a fit. Not necessary. Tyler gave the Bunny hugs, high fives, blew kisses, the whole nine yards. They took four or five pictures of him, each one with a bigger smile than the previous. Now I really need to figure out how to get pictures posted here. I'm close, got an FTP client and space on a friend's server. Now I just need time. Time. You know, that thing that is just flying by faster than ever. Shawn and I do a really good job of appreciating every day and every milestone of Tyler's. But I wonder when parents stop doing that. I was at Target the other day and this cute little boy-maybe 5 or 6-was singing sweetly in the shopping cart as his mom pushed him around the store. He kept singing "I love you" and other sweet words so I looked at his mom to smile at her for doing a good job but she was busy chatting on the cell phone missing the whole thing. I would be smothering him in kisses if that were my kid. I think.

Before meeting the Bunny, we took him to Stride Rite. He measured a 7 extra wide sized shoe. The ones he wears are 6-1/2 extra wide so I didn't feel like we had to buy new ones just yet. But we had a big mishap and had to exit the store quickly, resulting in an unnecessary purchase. Between the time the shoe lady measured his feet and the time it took her to bring a pair of shoes to try on, Tyler exploded in his diaper. I didn't know this until he sat on my lap to try the new shoes on and I got a whiff of yuck. I felt really bad for the shoe lady kneeling down in front of him with her head inches from his diaper, but remember my nose is extra sensitive due to that lovely side effect of pregnancy. When he stood up to walk around in the new shoes I discovered his diaper had leaked through his shorts and onto my lap. Fantastic. Now, I always bring a change of clothes for him but not for me! Shawn knew what was going on, he could smell it too. I showed him my lap and he knew I was panicked to get out of there. I wasn't about to hold that stinky kid on my lap again to take those shoes off and put his old ones on so I told her we'd take the shoes, threw Tyler in the stroller, left Shawn to pay for the new shoes we only sort of needed and put the old shoes in the new shoe box, and jammed down to Nordstrom's. Now that I'm a frugal parent, I never shop at Nordstrom but I sure do use their restroom (or lounge, as they call it) a lot.

Tyler is due for another haircut and another pair of shoes. I could save $17 and do the haircut myself but they do a great job at EJ's Little People and they do it in less than 10 minutes so there's no time for him to fuss or wiggle. As for the shoes, I tried saving money by looking at Ross and Nordstrom Rack for discounted shoes, but his foot is extra wide and the only place I found that carries his specialized size is Stride Rite. I got him some knock off Tevas from Old Navy. Since they are adjustable, I figured I could make them wide enough. He wore them for about 20 minutes set as wide as I could possibly get the velcro straps to go and he fussed the whole time. When I took them off, his foot was imprinted with the sandal straps. So for now we'll have to continue buying shoes from Stride Rite until I find a cheaper children's shoe store that carries extra wide shoes. I think we'll go to the mall this weekend for shoes and maybe a visit to the Easter Bunny.

I have learned that if I want Tyler to do something, all I need to do is ask. Even if the request seems completely unreasonable for a one year old to understand. For instance, this morning after I got him dressed, I held him over his crib and asked him to please put Softie back in his crib. Softie is his favorite little blanket and it (he? she?) really helps Tyler when he's teething. Up until that point, he had clung to it all morning so I had serious doubts about him understanding and doing what I asked. But he did. He dropped it and said "bye bye" to Softie. That shocked me but I thanked him politely. Next, we went into the bathroom to brush the hair and teeth and wash the face. He doesn't mind the first two things but really hates the face washing. Usually I give him something as a distraction to keep his hands occupied. The only thing I could find this morning was the snot sucker-outer thing. Yes, it was clean. So he held onto that while we washed up and was so intently playing with it that I really didn't think I would be able to get him to part with it. But I asked him to please put it back on the counter when we were done. And he did! Two-for-two! What luck. Maybe these books I'm reading really are helping. Talk to him in an adult voice. Ask with respect and use your manners. He's looking like a well behaved boy...today at least.

Poor kid is teething yet again. He's woken up the past few nights screaming in tears it hurts so much. Since he's got the molars now, the only teeth left are his eye teeth. Thank goodness he'll be done once these come in. He will have such a mouth full of teeth. Normally, molars start coming in at 13 months. He had them all by then. Eye teeth aren't supposed to come in until at least 15 months I thought but here they come. At least his teething hasn't been prolonged so far. By the time we realize he's getting a new tooth, it's usually cut through within a couple days. Hopefully the same will be true with these eye teeth but I've heard they are the most painful for the little guys since they are sharper and are trying to break through at one point on the gum, versus a wider tooth coming in along the gum line. He's getting better at brushing the teeth. I usually can get him to say "Ahhh" and open up but there continue to be some mornings he won't open up at all. Last night while he was screaming in pain I decided it's probably time to get him in the habit of brushing his teeth before bedtime as well. Twice a day keeps the dentist away. His morning breath smelled good to me, but it was definitely morning breath. At 2:30 in the morning. Shawn and I are probably the only people who will ever appreciate the smell of it.

Tyler has added yet another B word to his vocabulary. Balloon. Since there were so many at his birthday party, he heard the word a lot. He says it in two syllables, but it's more like "balla" which is only slightly different from "ball" but really, isn't a balloon only slightly different from a ball? Everything else that he doesn't yet have a word for is called "nana," not to be confused with banana which he calls "nanana." Nana usually means he wants his drink or the dog's leash (yes, he's still very infatuated with the leash). He points correctly to his ear, hair, nose and eyes three out of every five times we ask him to. This must be something daycare works with him on, because I have been a total slacker in this department. Thank goodness for his patient and adoring teachers. Between all the things they have taught him, all the food they feed him (thirds for lunch!), and all the diapers they change for him, it's worth the $220 every week. He's so regular that I only have to change one poopy diaper each day. That alone is worth $220!