We have officially entered the potty training realm. Things are going okay. We had a bit of a false start last weekend when Ava's decision to wear "panties" coincided with the breakdown of our washing machine. Go figure. But we've started again. This time with a potty chair that's "just my size!", according to Ava and also a new washer. We've got plenty of candy and potty chart stickers, and made lots of calls to our Grandmas , all for celebration's sake. She's really doing well. Ava's overall motivation is the pretty "panties". "Want panties on!" can be heard for miles if you suggest otherwise. Honestly, though, it is easy to see that she is proud of herself and really getting enjoyment from working to master and control her body.
Ava on the throne
And Mr. Luke, as he's often referred to at our house, is just keeping up his charming antics. He turned 3 months old yesterday. It is a weird feeling. He's still so young but it really feels like he's been with us forever. I guess it just speaks to the eternal nature of families. I remember similar feelings shortly after Dan and I were married. The time is concrete; 3 months, 2 years, etc. but it feels like we've always been together. He (Luke) smiles and coos and melts my heart. When Ava talks to him he gets a gigantic smile on his face and it makes me excited for them to have each other.
Sleeping through his birthday
2 comments:
I love that pic of Ava on the potty! What a great shot!
Yeah, Mom told me that Ava called her to tell her about going to the potty - she has every right to be proud of herself. Yay, Ava!
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