Happy New Year!

Abby Lost a Tooth!

Lifesavers and other Homophones

I'll just come out and say it:  Adam is still potty training.  He will go on the toilet or not; it's all the same to him.  We have tried Skittles, superhero underwear, the promise of Chuck E. Cheese's...nothing has done the trick.  Our latest bribe has been a bag of gummy Lifesavers.

Last night in the kitchen I was looking through our pantry closet and saw the half-empty bag (Pessimist!  You caught me!).  I told Adam, who was deep in play with his "Star Wars guys" that I would give him a Lifesaver if he went potty right then all by himself.

He drew himself and his eyebrows up and gasped in delight.  "Mommy, you -  you give me a LIGHT SABER?"

I could hear Eric laughing from the garage where he was replacing our headlight that got us pulled over.  That experience made both sets of Abby and Adam's eyebrows go up, come to think of it...

Future Plans

Today Abby asked me what a minute is, how a baby comes out of a tummy, and how you get a job.  Those questions were spaced over the course of a day, by the way - they were not related.

Anyway, she's narrowed her career choices:  "I want to be, Mama, a paleontologist or a - a teacher - or, or a vet, Mama.  That's what I want to be.  Cause - cause I either want to study bones or study papers, Mama."

"Or study animals?"

"Yes.  Like - like - how to make them better."

"Okay."

Tonight I was thinking that over and playing some worship music while I mopped the kitchen.  Our floor is always sticky.  Always.  While I was thinking, Adam came out and put his little palms up and explained earnestly, "You have to - to turn off the muskik [music], Mommy, 'cause we - we are trying to sweep [sleep], you know.  And we can't sweep with muskik."

Guess I'll go and study some papers instead.  Good night!