Another First

Cal has developed a fascination with the potty ever since Max has started using it regularly. He asks to sit on it often ("I do it!"), and I put him there when I have the time and always before bathtime since it seems he inevitably pees during the naked time he gets while the bathtub fills. Today he asked to go before naps, so I sat him on the big potty, and he tinkled (he always claps and says "yea!" when he goes) but looked indignant and claimed he still had "peepee" when I took him off. I sat him on Max's little potty where he proceeded to squeeze ("yea!") and squeeze ("yea!") and squeeze ("yea!"). When I took him off, he had left me a little surprise of which he was very, very proud. CAL POOPED IN THE POTTY!!! I was still in shock when I gave him a high five. I'm sure the accomplishments get much more profound, but I don't know when I've ever seen him feeling quite so self-satisfied!

When A Boy's Got to Go...

When Max told me he had to go potty yesterday, I assumed his intentions were to find some porcelain in one of the five bathrooms in the house. My mistake.

There Is No Place Like Home

We LOVE being back in Oklahoma for a visit with Grandmom and Grandad! The boys have really taken to the great out-of-doors and the chance to play outside (sans rain and traffic) until their little hearts' content.

Max Turns Three!

For Max's birthday this year, we invited our 6 favorite cowboys and cowgirls for a cookout at the Pasho Ranch. I don't think our Italian neighbors knew quite what to think. Yeehaw!