The M&M Story

Another hour on the potty last night, and nothing but toots. Then it was bedtime, and sometime during the night the dam burst. Thankfully, Tiger was there to help clean up the mess. "Greater love hath no tiger than this, that he lay down his fur for his friends." Tiger, a very good friend, is in the wash today. And I'm considering a slightly different strategy of potty training.

It's been a while, but I'm newly determined. There's lots to report, and here's a quick rundown. I'll go into more depth over the next few days. 1. B is crawling everywhere, and pulling himself up--mostly on the Fisher Price garage. Apparently he's been dying to play with the matchbox cars for months, and now that he can control his location, he goes straight to the cars and garage everytime. 2. B also had Fifth Disease a couple weeks ago--it's like a rash and a cold. I'ts one of those childhood viruses like the Chicken Pox. It's real name is ERYTHEMA INFECTIOSUM, but that's too hard to say. It's the fifth disease on the official list of six childhood viruses--thus the name. [UPDATE: The Doc now says she thinks it was a different, sort of similar, virus.] 3. M has decided he's ready for potty training--was it a week? two weeks ago? Anyway, it means sitting on the potty for long periods of time waiting for something to happen. So far, we&#

The B-man is crawling everywhere! I'd explain more, but we're too busy baby-proofing the house! No time to type!

andy Originally uploaded by emmegab . Via Jenny: Anyway, just a quick prayer request from [Andy]. With the elections on Sunday, there has been a regimental order for a post-wide prayer service at 8 p.m. Saturday night. If you think about it, won't you please take a few minutes on Saturday (noon, EST) and join with them? I am confident that God can do miraculous things on Sunday, and will be praying to that end.

1. M: Stummy --where food goes when you eat it (stomach + tummy, apparently) 2. Last week Cuz L looked at the sprinkling of freckles across her Aunt Susan's nose and said: " Polkadots!"

We've been encouraging potty training, so we've been fairly open with our own, umm, potty habits. This morning I was enjoying some solitude of my own in the bathroom, and M walked in. "Oh, hi. You read one of my books, daddy?" Before I could say "no, thanks," he walked out. 15 seconds later he was back with a thick book of nursery rhymes. "Here you go, daddy," he said as he plopped it on my lap and left, closing the door. So next time you visit our house, you may want to make sure and lock the door unless you think you might need reading material delivered.

M, in reference to his favorite book of the week, Where the Wild Things Are: "I'm scared about it." Five minutes later, he was reciting it while we looked at the pictures, and he was cracking up.