Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Potty Time

Beckett has started the trek into big boy hood by conquering the toilet. It started out one month ago. I could catch him when he was ready and plop him on there. Unlike his older brother, who was so bothered by the disruption to his unloading that he would hold it for another day, this kid will finish what he started regardless of where he is.

He loves to sit on the toilet, but if you leave him alone - he will blow his nose with the entire roll.

He is angry at me in this picture because he was using the plunger as a microphone and I took it away.

He did eventually perk up.

Well, He has finally taken that big step from needing to be told to go, to taking the initiative. He ran into the bathroom on Monday, pulled up a stool, and got the seat insert out. I came in as he was putting it all together. We were on our way out the door to take Carter to school and I thought he was just playing. I told him he had to wait. When we got back home, he ran right to the bathroom (I had honestly forgotten and was putting Roslyn down for her nap). He got himself all set up. I came in and took his diaper off. He sat right down and did his thing.

He has tried multiple times since then to pee, but to no avail. He refuses to sit, he will only stand. I don't know if I am ready for this, as the kid can't even talk yet. Oh well, I guess they have their own time line.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

October 4th

October 4th, 2003 my best friend and I met up 673 miles from me and 832 miles from him in Salt Lake City, Utah to go to an LDS General Conference. We went with a group of friends and got to sit in the newly built conference center down town. We had a really great time. In the evening, we snuck away to visit the Provo, Utah temple where he pulled a beautiful ring out of his pocket, put it on my hand, and kissed me for the first time. He went off with his friends to the Priesthood Session, and I began planning my wedding.

This evening, 11 years later, we had a wonderful day out together in Seattle. We got home, and David went out to attend the Priesthood Session at our local building. The job of reading bedtime stories to Carter was left to me. After we finish, Carter looks up at me and tells me he wants to marry me. I ask him what that means. He says when you love someone a lot, you marry them and then you get kids. He says he wants 5. I told him that I'm done having kids, but that he can have a wife someday that he loves very much, and they can have kids together. He still wants to marry me, because he loves me, and I let him love me because he is a cute, rambunctious, albeit exasperating, little boy.

(This picture is two years old. Apparently I don't have any pictures with him and me together. I am working to correct that.)