Monday, December 26, 2011
Every year, the kids get a new special ornament. We try to find something that is meaningful to the experiences the last year held. When they were born, we decided that Willa would get a bird ornament, and Henry would get a bear.
Here are this year's new additions.
Henry's is a Rock and Roll koala bear. You will not find this guy with a guitar in the stores; the guitar is hot glue gunned on. Henry really connected with music this year. He sings all the time (click that link for proof). He dances even more. Life with Henry is like living in West Side Story (minus gangs and tragic star crossed lovers). He got a kid-sized guitar for his birthday, and when I took him to the fabric store to pick out something to make a guitar strap from, he picked a zebra print, "because it's like a rockstar's, mom." He's so retro. Also, the bear's orange scarf and rings are great, as orange is his current favorite color.
Willa's new ornament is an owl. In her last year, she's learned to read. She asked Santa for one thing: a book. She got about 30 of them.* She's learned to make friends with a whole new crop of kids. She's growing in knowledge, compassion, and hauls around wisdom far, far beyond her five years. Her love for books and animals, her frustrating habit of needing accuracy, and the way she can turn a pile of blocks into hours of adventure and imagination (as is happening at my feet right now) feels like living with a child version of myself. The owl (in her current favorite color) represents the awareness of the world that she's gaining, and the wisdom that she's bringing to it.
*Many of my friends will be delighted to read that my mom and dad gifted Willa with the first 20+ books in the Boxcar Children series. We're 1/3 of the way through book 1, and I can't believe I missed out on this as a kid! Also, Santa brought Willa a giant illustrated children's dictionary. She spent an hour last night on her new beanbag paging through the book that weighs 1/2 as much as she does.
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Anyhow, a few days ago, I was outside and smiled to see that we still have a few healthy looking petunias and more than a few snapdragon flowers outside. In December. In Michigan.
It's not likely they'll survive into January. This puts us flowerless (outdoors) for January. In late February my crocus come up.
One month with no flowers? I can do this!
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Luckily, we brought the tooth fairy pillow I had started for her. She stuffed it, and my mom sewed up the final corner.
The tooth fairy found us, even though we were out of town. The tooth fairy left a note. Gracious, I don't know when "the tooth fairy" last wrote a note in cursive. It took her a long time. Er... I'll bet.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
For five and a half years, we've read bedtime stories to her. Last night, she read to me.
I'm proud and amazed at the learning process.
I know I said it before, but watching her learn to read is better than watching her learn to walk.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
The kids spend their time in Character School while the adults are in the sanctuary. I was grateful to have an hour without Henry all over me. He's been sick and clingy for about 2 weeks now.
Our minister was very moving and powerful, and at the end of his sermon literally told us all to get out of there and get to work. I was excited.
I picked the kids up. They were happy to be back at church after a few weeks away (for illness and family visits), they had good talks in their rooms, AND there was a fire drill.
We walked to the parking structure, and next to my car was a red pick up truck with it's lights on. The door was unlocked. I looked around, and got the kids into their seats. I asked an approaching family if it was their truck, and when they said it wasn't, they joked about being my witnesses as I opened the door.
I wasn't saving the world, like our minister dared us to do, but this was a good first step.
I opened the truck's door, which was a little heavier than I expected. I couldn't stop the door in time, and well... now my black car (which is way past shiny and new) has a small bit of red paint on it.
My witnesses gasped for me, I turned off the lights, and shut the door.
Good deed done, and now I have the red paint that I'm choosing to act as a reminder of the stirring sermon.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Six years. Still the best guy I've ever met.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
On Sunday we have an open house, so we've been making our house look extra nice. The carpet in our bedroom is gone (on a related note, I've earned a few calluses), and we're repainting.
I have my final weekend of my consulting class today and tomorrow. The last weekend is always brutal. There's a lot to cram into 3 weekends, and the final one always ends in a big test or project. This project has been a group one, and for a bunch of counsellors in training, communication has been... well, there's room for improvement.
Then there are 2 birthdays in our family in the next 4 days. So, preparing.
Jim has obligations on Tuesday and Thursday nights for a while. So, it was 2 against one last night.
Inconveniently it was also last night that my adorable son turned into a goblin. I thought he wanted to be a robot for Halloween, so I'm caught off guard. You know how people do amazing things? The double amputee who builds houses? The 90 year old who decides to learn how to read? The child who had nothing growing up, but used some bootstraps to eventually own a Fortune 500 company?
Henry was like that last night: his tantrum was awe-inspiring. It lasted 2 hours (!). He was like the Kenyan marathon runners of temper tantrums! His whole body turned red. He jumped and kicked and screamed. There was a lot of sweat. He didn't even take a water break. Dude was committed to the tantrum.
For me it was scary, and frustrating, and funny, and exhausting all at once. I finally got him to calm down by holding him tightly against me. He gave a giant sigh, and stopped.
He rubbed my cheek, and whispered, "mom, I'm sorry. I'm not bad, I'm just tired."
I've mentioned that through a local message board, I've made some really swell pals. Yesterday one of them mentioned that she and her toddler son were dressed the alike. Mom friends? Does that happen a lot to you? Because there have been many times that the kids and I are unintentionally dressed alike. Case in point:
Monday, October 10, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
She didn't say a word. For the whole 3 mintues that we waited.
I was so uncomfortable, and it's obviously stuck with me for the day.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Monday, September 05, 2011
This morning, Willa had a hard time listening and acting like... well, herself. When I asked her what was going on, she shuffled her feet and mumbled "Idon'tknow." A minute later, she whispered in my ear, "I know what's going on. I'm nervous about tomorrow.
I am about to pack her lunch. I want to include a note. I'll just write "I love you." I know she can read that. Also, it's not very appropriate to write this:
I'm nervous too. How is your teacher going to be able to make sure you're safe and learning and making friends when there are 34 kids in her class? How will she know you're left handed? I'm nervous that you'll have a hard time finding someone to sit next to at lunch. Or that you'll be the kid clinging to her mom at drop off. Worse yet, I'm worried that I'll be the mom clinging to her student. I'm nervous about packing you the right lunch. Are you going to be comfortable in your new clothes? Will you remember to shut the door when you use the school bathroom? Will you want to go back for day two?
I'm nervous about how Henry will cope with his co-conspirator gone during the day. I'm worried about how my role is changing as you both grow up - SO FAST!
But then I take a deep breath.
And I am comforted in knowing that you are a friendly little girl. You are smart. You are strong. You will get what you need, and try for what you want. You will make friends fast. You are kind and caring and respectful, and funny. You will do great, kid.
I spent a good part of late Fall - early Spring pretty sure I was pregnant. I was nauseous all the time, and there were other digestive issues. I had occasional pains that felt like early pregnancy stretching. There was bloating. I was exhausted. Despite the fact that I still had regular periods, I took a pregnancy test about every other week (friends, did you know Dollar Store tests are just as effective as the expensive ones?). I saw my gynecologist for my annual appointment, and talked to him about it. He took me seriously when I told him what was going on, and we both laughed when I told him I was worried I'd end up on one of those awful "I didn't know I was pregnant" tv shows - except I was certain I was. We did a blood test, and nope.
A month later, pain increased, and my doctor ordered a cat scan. The cat scan showed no cysts or hernias, which was what she was expecting. I did, however, have one stone in my gall bladder. And that stone was mighty large, and likely occasionally sat on the bile duct. It's amazing to me how much trouble that one stone caused.
So, a week and a half ago, I had the gall bladder and stone removed. Today, I'm feeling 95% back to normal. When I was preparing for it, I did a lot of reading on the web. That's a bad idea, as there's a lot of worst case info out there. To balance out the info, I might write here about the surgery and recovery this week.
Friday, September 02, 2011
We're working on changing routines in increments to help our first day go well. Soon, Henry and I will walk away from the elementary school, and start the rest of our day. And then, I'll probably have more to type about the little boy, who insists on being called a "medium sized boy."
Yesterday the kids and I went to Meijer. Mundane. Unless one is 5 days post gall bladder removal. This was the first time I took them out by myself. I wasn't on pain meds, I could brake quickly if needed. We walked around the whole store picking up fruits and vegetables, folders with horse pictures, and a pencil sharpener. Success, though I felt exhausted and kind of sore at one incision. I'll take the lifting restrictions more seriously for the next few days.
When we got home, Willa took a paper bag, and started to imagine it into a robot costume (one of 781 costumes Henry would like for Halloween). And then she counted our reserve paper bags, asking me how many kids were going to be in her Kindergarten class again. I asked what she was doing. "Well, I thought I would make robot costumes for me and all of my new friends."
I closed my eyes for a moment, listening to the deep down part of my brain pleading, "please, please, please, let my little girl keep this feathery sweetness about her."
Thursday, August 25, 2011
- Henry spending time actually swimming in Higgens Lake, not just sleeping in the blowup rowboat.
- A trip assisted with a state map and my memory that resulted in us walking on the grounds of a cottage compound at Manistee Lake that my parents took us to when I was Willa's age. How's that for memory?
- Campfires, deer sightings, tent sleeping for some
It was a great week. I'm going to share one of my favorite moments now.
Willa cracked the glow sticks in the kitchen of the cottage, 5 seconds after I told her she couldn't have even one for that night. It was late, and time for bed. Her consequence was going to bed without stories read together. When I went to talk to her about it, she told me she would not love me anymore if I didn't read to her. I explained that her bad behavior earned this bad consequence, and that I was disappointed in her choice, but still loved her. She cried and cried.
While I was brushing my teeth, she knocked on the bathroom door, saying that she needed her inhaler (when she throws a tantrum, she goes big). Her wheezing calmed after 2 puffs.
She told me that what she had said earlier was right and that she didn't love me anymore.
I sighed, told her to go back to bed, and washed my hands. A minute later, she came back out and stood in front of me. "Mom? I'm sorry I said that," she mumbled, looking at her feet, "I do love you."
I picked her up, and brought her to the couch. I told her that once when I was an older kid, I was angry with my dad for something, and told him that I didn't love him anymore. When I told her that it really hurt his feelings, she started to sob. She held on tight and said she didn't know that she hurt my feelings. We both said we loved the other, "no matter what" and she went to bed.
I know that this was just an overtired five year old testing out feelings and words, but it kind of sucker punched my heart to hear her say she didn't love me anymore. I hope the reconciliation between my dad and I was just as sweet.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
This morning, Jim woke up on the living room couch, Henry woke up on the floor next to Jim's side of the bed (did he roll off? I don't know), Willa woke up in our bed, and I woke up in Willa's bed upstairs.
It was like sleep Tetris over here. I think we're all pretty tired this afternoon.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
So, back to the pool. She and I started joking about pet giraffes and other ridiculous animals for pets. I share with her the following:
Me: When I was a little girl, we weren't allow to have any pets that had fur or feathers.
Me: Because of Uncle Bill's asthma. Fur and feathers would make it really hard for him to breathe. So, I decided one day that I would like a pet pig.
Willa: That's a good idea! They only have little hairs!
Me: I know, smart, eh? So, my mom said that if the city allowed a pet pig, she'd think about it. I found their number in the phone book and called to ask. Wasn't that brave, Willa? I was only eight years old.
Willa (with huge eyes): What happened?
Me: Well, when they answered, I asked, and they laughed and hung up on me. They thought it was a joke.
Pals, this really happened when I was little. I cried for the rest of the afternoon.
She and I laughed, and spent another hour playing in the water.
We went into the house to change back into clothes. When she was done, she picked up a toy telephone, and said, "hello, Grand Rapids? Can I please have a pet chicken?" And then she hung up, laughing.
Friday, July 08, 2011
Yesterday, during the time that most of our sidewalks are filled with kids doing chalk or bubbles or ridding their bikes, our street was silent. We heard sirens and helicopters outside. Inside, I had the kids in the basement for a while, and the news anchors were trying to make sense of a man killing 7 people he knew in two different homes. He drove downtown and opened fire. He drove on the highway with police chasing him. He took his car to the other side of the highway, endangering drivers there. He kicked his way into a random house and took three hostages. Eventually he let them all go and shot himself in his head. You can read a summary here.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
While they did this, I met new people. There was the Polish woman who loves to shop and has a new boxer puppy. And the dad who was nervous as he took his young son to get a hair cut with very specific written instructions from his wife.
And then there was this woman who I kind of enjoyed talking to, but was - way in the back of my mind - irritated with her at the same time. It wasn't until doing some party debrief with Jim that I figured out why. She has 2 kids that are roughly my kids' ages. One started school last year, and they opted to send their child to an excellent school in an outside district using the School of Choice option. Fine, okay, good for them. But then she kept talking: "you should move to our Riverside Park neighborhood; it's wonderful." And, "you should send your daughter to X school district, it's terrific." Got it. But she kept going, and I started thinking she thought she was the boss of me. And she is not.
I get that everyone does their own thing. She's happy. Thumbs up. But she was so darn... smug. "Don't move out of the city! Send your kids to the suburbs for school!" I tried telling her that it was important to us that we live in the community (dare I say neighborhood) where our kids go to school without starting a debate. "We love living downtown, we bike downtown!"
Sigh. She was smug, but it's interesting when you meet someone who shines a spotlight on something you're wrestling with, isn't it?
I love living in the city of Grand Rapids. I love the idea of public education, and the democracy that comes with it. Both the city and public education have been idealized in my head and heart, and I'm aware of that.
Our kids are getting older, and we've struggled with every option on the table:
-stay in a cramped house and send the kids to GRPS, hoping they'll qualify for the magnet programs offered in GRPS.
-stay in a cramped house and apply for schools of choice. Wrestle with transportation every day.
-stay in a cramped house and put the kids in private school - HA! No, that wasn't really on the table.
-stay in a cramped house and send the kids to Charter Schools - not really an option for us either for political reasons.
-do not stay in a cramped house, and move to a place with better schools.
That last one seems best for us. But strangers at parties can't seem to let that go.
For another day: where, ideally, will this less cramped house with better schools be? I dunno. Today Willa and I pet baby goats and chickens at the zoo. This started daydreams of a house with more space inside and out. Three hens and two goats. A huge garden... Fruit trees...
What do you think? Could Camp Sinki turn into Sinki Farms?
Monday, June 27, 2011
Yesterday we all got in the car, got out at Townsend Park, and ate a picnic lunch while listening to some raptor baby squawking for lunch. We also spent time wadding in a stream catching minnows, playing Uno on a blanket, and walking in the woods. Henry and I climbed a steep slope. Willa spotted a Butler's garter snake. Jim pointed out mole tunnels.
Then we drove north more and looked at Wabasis Park. We ate dinner on the deck of the Clifford Lake Inn (which is said to be haunted). We ended the day with an ice cream stop on the way back home.
When the car was unpacked, Willa and I caught fireflies in the front yard.
It was only 10 hours, but it felt like a vacation.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Anyhow, we swam. And swam. Then we went to dinner, and then a walk at a park that is less than a mile away from our house and full of frogs and deer. I caught a frog, Willa held it. Then Willa, my child freaks out when she sees an ant caught a frog.
Then this happened:
And then we went home.
I'm so lucky to be parenting these kids with Jim as a partner. He is tough when I am weak. He is gentle with them when I am ready to pack them up for the Gypsies. He hides with me behind a shut door to laugh our fool heads off over the zany things these to miracles/monsters do and say.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I wanted to let you know that I'm thinking of you today. I'll call you later, but wanted to get something down here.
I was remembering today when I was young, and the Tigers were in the pennant race. A lot of the games ran much later than my bed time. You and I worked out a system where, if I came into the bathroom in the morning and found 2 toothbrushes on the counter, they won. If there was only 1, they lost. Funny memory, eh?
I want to thank you for humoring me in my youth - I know now it would have also made sense to leave a note or... just ask mom while getting ready for school. But you respected my idea, and maintained our secret system through the whole post season playoffs. I remember you tearing up a little when the Tigers won the whole deal that year. And going downtown in the van to be a part of the community celebration. Just being there.
Respect of new ideas, showing emotion, a sense of community, and a life-long dedication to the Tigers... yeah... I got those from my dad.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad.
Now, I will go find my husband who has celebrated his day by taking the kids out of the house so that I could finish my school work. What a guy!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
It's the middle of June?! What? It seems like just a few days ago that I took these. Here are the photos from our up north tour. In the photos, you'll see the kids at the Arnold docks and with some horses on Mackinac Island. Also, two best pals walking on the dock at Higgens Lake, Henry and Grandma at Nibbles (yay Nibbles!), our crazies IN a pretty chilly lake, and my mom and dad enjoying some down time up north. Also there's a pink peony from our garden. These bloomed just before the trip. So beautiful!
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Cute lil' guy. The absolute nutjob who lives in my head and wants to bring every animal home with her was tempted to tuck baby squirrel into her sweatshirt pouch. The saner part of me won that arguement.
Please excuse the camera work: Jim took the video with Henry on his shoulders. Henry, as you might hear, is concerned about Jim standing on the grass. He has a new concern about poison ivy, and is certain that anything green is the dreaded allergen. You won't hear much from Willa. She was mostly breathless and hoping that the critter would go to her shoe next(so she might be able to hide it away in her pocket, and nurture it to adulthood and beyond). She is her mama's girl.
From the island, we drove south to the cottage again. We raked leaves, walked to the beautiful lake, had ice cream at Nibbles, took a long drive to find deer (found none - eerie), read, played Skip-bo, did puzzles, and I made the best campfire in the history of all campfires. The weather was weird, but the company was swell. Thanks (again and again) to my parents for letting us stay there. Photos to follow on another day.
* I must confess here that the ferry to the island terrifies me. I know - well, my brain does - that nothing is going to happen - but when it's just me and the kids heading to the island to meet Jim, I battle visions of the boat going down. Who will I put the life jacket on first? How will I manage to get both kids out of the boat when it goes underwater? Just typing this makes me realize that it's irrational. But most fears are, eh?
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
We walked out an hour later, her still holding my hand, but skipping now, too.
In between I filled out a lot of paperwork, and we met Mrs. Black, who gave us a personal tour of the whole school.
Later, she talked about the library and the computers, the butterflies in a classroom, and the small tables.
Friday, May 06, 2011
I know that it's probably in the realtor's best interest to get our house off of her load quickly, and move onto another. Right?
I'm hoping my skin toughens up quicker, this is kind of brutal.
Monday, May 02, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
At just after midnight, dear Jim came into the bedroom, where I was starting to re-read Anne Lamott's Plan B (Have you read it? You should.). He glanced at the clock and said, "hey! Happy Birthday." I grinned, sighed, and snuggled deeper into the comfy bed.
This morning, Willa got to school without incident. On the way, I asked her if she knew what today was. She said, "uh-huh. It's picture day. And show and tell. And your birthday. And someone is coming to look at our house tonight." I waited. And cleared my throat. And waited. Finally, she said, "oh! Happy birthday, mom!"
Henry and I went to the fabric store. We picked out fabric so I could make a curtain of sorts for the area that houses our garbage can and dog food. Henry sang "happy birthday" several times... Tra, la la... it was starting out to be a great day. We got home and I went to the basement to switch laundry around.
And then I saw what I thought was just a trickle of water, which I later upgraded to a wee spring. It was a stream. It's been raining a fair amount for several days, and our basement got wet. A rare occasion. And, of course we had our first showing tonight at 8.
I'm going to skip the many hours I spent, and later Jim shared, mopping up and cleaning the rest of the house. Because that's boring. I'm tired. He's tired. Onward.
So we went to Little Mexico for my birthday dinner. I had my favorite vegetable burrito. And drinks. The kids gave me a sweet blue glass beaded bracelet while we were there.
We got home and Jim gave me another gift. And that's what I'm typing on now.
So, our house looks fantastic. I had a great dinner with 3 of my favorite people. I got some terrific presents. And I'm a little tipsy.
36 is going to be great!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Friday, April 08, 2011
Monday, April 04, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
A while ago, all four of us hopped in the HHR to get supplies for HQ. We were grocery shopping at Meijer, and Jim and Henry drifted. Willa was concerned.
"That probably wasn't a good idea, was it mom?"
"It's okay, we'll find them in a minute."
"But dad should probably have a consequence* to making that bad choice, shouldn't he?"
"What kind of consequence do you think is appropriate, Willa?"
"Um...." she said, while thoughtfully scratching the bridge of her nose, "well, um... maybe something like not letting dad sleep with you for a few nights?"
I congratulated myself for not laughing myself into a puddle. Meanwhile, she made plans for Jim and the couch.
*We've been talking a lot (A LOT) about choices and consequences in these parts. She's catching on.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
At the end of our hike, we found that a tree had toppled onto the bench we usually take a photo on. The kids were instructed to look worried. Hee hee. Look at them selling it!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Were you wondering about the world record for the highest number of people to gather and toss rubber chickens in the air? As of tonight, it's 925. The kids and I got downtown and joined the crowd just in time. There was a countdown and then we launched them.
Because we stayed on the outer edge, our chickens did not travel far, and we brought them home. Walking back to the car, we told chicken jokes. "Why did the 3 chickens cross the road? Because we're carrying them."
Kids, someday you might be parents. now you can impress them by saying you are part of a world record breaking event. Cluck, cluck!
Sunday, March 06, 2011
It's my "me" time. No spills to clean up or crayons snapping under foot. No anxiety about it being too quiet, no squabbles to referee. Not yet, anyhow, I imagine as our cohort of 17 progresses through the terms, there will be squabbles... I am so thankful for the opportunity to miss my children while I'm away.
So, I've finished classes on theory, school counseling, standardized tests, and I'm now knee deep in ethics. I've got a 4.0 gpa, and I'm having so much fun learning. The people in my cohort - we'll go through the whole program together - are compassionate, smart, and fun to be with.
I'm somewhat daunted by the awesome responsibility that I'll have as a professional counselor. On the other hand, I'm confident that I'll be pretty darned good.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
"What did the... uh... uh.... oh! What did the monkey... say to the um... ball?"
And I have to play along. Even though I know that we're not going to land anywhere near making sense. So, I say, "I don't know what did the monkey say to the ball?"
This part she doesn't have to think about. Because of course the monkey would say the following to the ball: "You bounce up and down, and I'll go up in this tree, and pick a banana. And then I'll eat it."
This is very funny to her. She laughs so hard, her cheeks get red, her eyes get teary. And her look of accomplishment is so endearing and sweetly ridiculous, I crack up too.
I am pretty sure that all kids tell these kinds of jokes on their own. It's fascinating to watch someone learn humor and how to work a tough room.
Friday, February 18, 2011
I know that there's snow in the 5 day forecast, and I know it's only February. But LOOK.
Crocus reminds us that - even when the once "pretty snow"* gets grey and crusty - nature is still doing its job in the hard, cold ground. This picture was taken today. The kids and I are sick, and ventured out for a walk around the house, and then down the street 3 houses. That wore us out, but there was sun, and the sound of water trickling into storm sewers, and flower buds. Ah, the healing power of hope...
* I don't know... I hear some people saying it's pretty. I just can't see it.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Willa and I just finished reading "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." While at Target, she saw the movie (the new version*) on sale. $5. Okay. So... we watched it, Henry joined us.
Tonight at dinner I proceeded to tell my kids how I used to be an Oompa Loompa. I told them that I was in charge of the coconut room where we had monkeys wearing backpacks scaling the trees to harvest the fruit. And then elephants would crack the coconuts on large rocks. Then hermit crabs would scrape the fruit from the shell.
Gracious their eyes were huge.
I can't help it. It's fun to unlock their imagination. Also, it cracks me up that they might believe it. I'll set them straight... someday.
*This version didn't have creepy Oompa Loompas, and the boat in the tunnel scene didn't give me the creeps, but I like Gene Wilder better as Willy Wonka better.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Part 2: (this is our video. This part was edited out. Watch from about a minute on. Willa is front and to the right.)
Friday, January 21, 2011
Henry's Big Boy Underpants Dance
I'm taking it easy on him, and trying the big boy pants only when we're home for a long stretch. Mixed results.
Today we were at the Meijer Gardens, and he yelled out, "I NEED to use the potty!" We ran. He went. Willa was impressed (even though he's been doing this for -on and off- about 5 months now).
We got home, and she asked if she could go get a penny from her piggy bank. She wanted to give it to Henry as a reward for using the toilet.