Potty Time!

Yeah! Ry's starting to notice when he has to go potty. Most of the time he tells me after he's done it, but tonight, he let me know before! Yeah!

He's always so excited to get in the bath that he has no interest in using the potty prior to bathing. Thus, he has to go after he gets out of the tub. He's proven this with a couple of uh-oh's on the floor lately (he likes to run around the house nekkid after tub time). Tonight, while carrying the same nekkid boy, he said that he had to go, very assertively. So, we gave it a try (I was skeptical since he spent 15 minutes sitting there earlier today). But, we had success! He was very proud of himself, as you can see.

Who Needs a Chair ...

... When you have a fridge?

Tinkertoy Tango

Whatever it takes to keep them busy - who knew I was raising contortionists?

V-Day Party

Since I'm short on time (and too many tax returns are piling up), here's a quick recap of what we've been up to over the last couple of weeks. First things first, the boys both enjoyed the Valentine's Day party at Ben's school.

Here's a picture of Ben as he delivers a Valentine (Scooby Doo, of course) to red-head E. Next, I don't remember any parties at school that had strawberries, let alone strawberries dipped in chocolate. But, Ben has them. There were also doughnuts and lollipops. It was very quiet as the kids worked on their project and ate their treats. Then the sugar kicked in - it was like someone shook a pop bottle: explosion of energy! Kids everywhere. Finally, Ry also enjoys spending time at Ben's school.

Decisions, Decisions

So I go to pick up Ben from school today. He's sitting on the couch with a couple of friends - curly blonde E and redhead E (there are four girls in his class who's names start with the letter E - short blonde E and long blonde E, too). Really, they weren't just sitting, they were snuggling. Okay, they're five, I think. Then, redhead E says she's going to marry Ben. Huh? He's five, I think! Blonde E says she's going to marry Ben, too. Really?

Apparently, all the girls were fighting over him today (B and L also want to marry him). He's exceptionally tired this evening. He says it's because everyone was very bossy to him at school today. Apparently, they were practicing for something ...

Stop the Presses!

Make note: today is the day that it finally happened! Ry, also known as world's worst sleeper, finally, finally slept thru the night. Yeah! At 18 and a half months, I guess he decided it was time. I put him down at 7:30 with hardly any fussing (much better than four hours of screaming, I assure you). I checked on him at 12 when I went to bed (he was still breathing) and then didn't hear from him until 5:30 this morning. Yeah! Now if I could just figure out how to sleep without waking up every two hours, we'll be a well-rested household.

Cross your fingers for another good night.

Hey Good Lookin'

I think I've previously mentioned that Ry refers to socks as "hots." This week, while trying to boost slumping morning spirits, I told Ry it was time to find some sockies (it was pre-coffee). He quickly turned "hots" to "hotties". So, now you've got the image of Ry wandering around, muttering "hottie, hottie, hottie". Cute, right? Fast forward to last night and Travis taking off his socks. You guessed it: "Daddy hottie".