Yes, it's true.

We are excited that Garrett has started to do, um, number 2, in the potty on a semi-regular basis. Not nearly regular enough, mind you, but enough to know that there is progress. We get so excited when he does it, I think he enjoys that. Now HE gets excited when he does it.

Excited enough to watch.

As in, he is flexible enough to pull his legs up towards his head to watch the show.

"Mommy! Poop! Poop!"

I look away... "Um, that's great, Garrett! Let me know when you're done..."

"Mommy! Poop! Poop!"

I'm glad he gets some enjoyment out of potty training.

Two?

Last weekend Alan was out of town. This conversation was reported to me by my best friend Jillian. It took place at church after most people had filed out, but Louise had spotted a young man with dark curly hair and glasses.

"Hey, is that Daddy?"

"No, Louise, your daddy is away on a trip, remember?"

(pause for thinking)

"There must be two daddies."

Alan needs...

The inspiration for this post comes from a friend I like to call Erik Amick, who has shown me the limitless value of Facebook and wasted time. What follows are the top eight (8) needs of Alan, according to Google (just type in "Alan needs"):

1. Alan needs a Johnny: there are very few places this could go and stay out of the gutter


2. Alan needs a new pair of short: what are you, my mom?!


3. Alan needs friends: that's where you're wrong. I am a Rock, I am an Island.


4. Alan needs a jelly mould: now finally, Google got one right.


5. Alan needs a DLL guru: sounds like I might get hurt.


6. Alan needs to cut 7 players from his girls High School volleyball team by tonight: easier done than written. Crybabies.


7. Alan needs to ditch the corny pictures on the album artwork and on his site: I'm never going to get taken seriously by others if I don't take myself seriously.


8. Alan needs parents for patty-cake: I miss that game.

Hugs

After Alan's last post about God nudging G. over the potty line, he has almost continually been dry. (Garrett, not Alan. I mean, Alan IS dry, but I'm not talking about Alan.) I am happy to have one less bottom to wipe, and the sight of size 2/3 tighty-whiteys is pretty fun too. It's tacky to put a picture of G. with his TWs on (and possibly bordering on illegal), so I'll post a picture of him being tackled/hugged by his sister instead. You can really see the "Queen/Lackey" relationship coming through in this photo.

Phantom Boo-Boo

I was in the shower the other night and heard Eliza screaming- not an unusual occurrence around here- when I came out she had a huge mushy goose egg on her forehead. "HOW?" I asked Alan and the other kids. Nobody knew. When you ask Liza she says "Door".

Now, on day 3, it has scabbed over as if she had road rash. HOW, I continually ask, could she get half-dollar sized road rash with nobody noticing? We are Parents of the Year.

babysitting miss sweetiefreind.

starting tuesday Tuesday and all this week we are babysitting Alexa!!!

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday are going to be FUN.

3-4-9-Go!

Garrett has proven to be pretty tuff about things some of other children have struggled with. He hardly makes a sound when he falls, doesn't even notice splinters, even likes it when we spray his 'peed-on' self with cold hose water.

But in his first pool-month, he has really taken to the water, and doesn't get all bent out of shape about water in his eyes or floating on small objects, or even jumping in without floats when you're not looking (we had to give him the 'Wait-3-Seconds' lesson so he would taper this habit). Maggie and I are very impressed with his bravado and humor and enjoyment of the pool.

For those of you who pray, please put the "Dear Lord, if You could nudge Garrett over the Potty-Training line, we would appreciate it" prayer in your repertoire.

I yike it

Garrett! Yook! You Yike it?
I Yike that song!
Where my baby suit? Whann go pool!

All is well with the Queen as long as her Court Jester is at her beck and call, and she isn't required to do anything she wants, and she gets lots of crackers, and she doesn't have to nap, and she gets to call you over for help and then tell you "NO!", and...

swimmer's ear

while it is a bit much for them to expect me to quietly sit still through the ordeal of medicated ear drops, the up side is that i get to wear cool OSHA orange waxy plugs in the pool, which in turns works well for the part of me that doesn't care to hear what others are saying to me anyway.
mom says i'm a fish... something about 'bunsies' poking above the waterline.

we didn't get as much T.V. as i would have liked, but Papa Boo did make me eggs and bacon this morning like i asked. he knows how to sneak [i.e. snicker bars], which i find very appealing.

round and round i go

preparing for one last trip to the pool this weekend. i've ramped up my swimming skills and now tour the perimeter of the pool continually, stopping on occasion to do a headstand.

...more to come...

G-Man's Launch - July 4th, 2008