Jack is smart, talkative, opinionated, and observant.  

(Apple.  Tree.  His parents.  No comment.)

Some funnies of late:

Upon waking the other morning:  "Momma, let's talk about Sesame Street.  What is the word of the day?"

While resisting bedtime with all his might:  "Momma, I need water.  I need to go potty.  I need ... SOMEFING."

While telling me what he would like for dinner:  "I want chicken strips.  No, not chicken.  Just FRUIT.  No, just GRAPES."

To the server who had just approached our table:  "Do you have LEMNADE?"

To me, when I implied that Pablo had said something:  "No, Momma.  Doggies don't talk.  They talk to us with their eyes.  And their kisses."

Hope your word of the day is LEMNADE.

Talk soon,
Heather

Potty

We just got back from vacation!

For starters, here's what I will say about that:  

(1)  Mojitos are awesome.

(2)  Hemingway was not as fat as people seem to think he was.

(3)  Having a toddler in a cast on a beach vacation is not easy.

(4)  Having a toddler, cast or no cast, on a plane is not easy.

More on those topics later.  For now, a quick image that I took before we left town for sandier pastures.

That is one Little Dude, sitting on his new Ikea potty, in his pajamas, watching Yo Gabba Gabba.

What am I thinking?  Here's what.  I bought this book on potty training.  (I know, but that's how I do things...)  I meant to read it on vacation.  I didn't.  But somewhere in my travels, browsings, and Interwebbings, I saw this nugget:

The first thing to do is get the kiddo comfortable with the potty, in particular, sitting on it.  Even if you start with them sitting on it while fully clothed.

So, there you go.  Boom.  Now I just need to read that book and figure out what to do next.

Diapers and Yo Gabba Gabba until then,

Heather