August

Potty training started today.  You seem to dig sitting on the potty, and you are all about the M&Ms and stickers.  I had to make a rule that you sit down for five seconds, because you were just going over there and standing up, sitting down, standing up, sitting down, and expecting an M&M for each squat.  Then when you were busy playing and I said – let’s go potty!  Want an M&M?  You turned to me and said – NO.  I no like M&Ms.  I stay here.  . . . I also at one point caught you just shoveling M&Ms into your mouth – somehow you got ahold of my stash.  You are clever, little man, but I’m determined.

The other day at dinner you said that Grandpa Doc’s glass was taller, very tall.  Which it was.

You’ve taken to copying Jack, saying you want a little bit of juice – only it sounds like “wiw bih juice.”

Don’t drive on the GRASS, Dada.

Schnoo schnacks.

You call our new house “Jack’s new house,” just like Jack does.

Climbed up all over the stuff at the mall, after we got you new school shoes.  You have no fear, as usual.  You went up to a little boy, probably just a few months younger than you, and put your hands on your hips and leaned down into his face and talked to him in baby talk, like he was a little baby.

“I got a story” you said right in Nana’s face when she was still asleep – woke her up with a start.

The other day we were in an arcade/mini golf and you tried to climb up the ski ball ramp.  You were in the little ball catcher part by the time I got to you.  You also tried to shove your juice cup up the ball return.