The other day Zack took me by the hand and said, "Mom, come with me. I have a problem. He led me to his room, where his "problem" was that he had taken the top off of the humidifier in his room and spilled the water all over his rug. He was very calm about it. I was less so.
Potty training is plodding (and plopping) along. Today Zack's teachers at school reported that as he flushed a poop down the potty he waved to it and said, "Have a nice trip!"
Random observations:
Tonight as Zack was in the tub he lined up his toy dinosaurs and said, "Mom! The dinosaurs are all aquiver!" (What are they doing at that school of his?!)
Then later as we were downstairs reading before bed, he said: "Mom, when I grow up, I'm going to live off the land!"
Potty training is plodding (and plopping) along. Today Zack's teachers at school reported that as he flushed a poop down the potty he waved to it and said, "Have a nice trip!"
Random observations:
Tonight as Zack was in the tub he lined up his toy dinosaurs and said, "Mom! The dinosaurs are all aquiver!" (What are they doing at that school of his?!)
Then later as we were downstairs reading before bed, he said: "Mom, when I grow up, I'm going to live off the land!"
