Silas is showing signs that he is ready to potty train. DUDE. I so do not have time to potty train him (especially iron-willed Silas) right now. Neither do I have time to chase him around and put his diaper back on.
What's funny is that when I first found out I was pregnant with Emmy, people would ask how far apart she and Silas would be. I would always say, "Two and a half years. Right about the time Silas is ready to potty train and drop his nap, we'll have a baby." At least he's still napping (please Lord please please let him be one of those kids who naps until they are five amen).