Wednesday Commute

I want Culver’s

Not today.

I want Culver’s hangaburger.

Not today. Maybe Friday.

No mommy. Don’t do that. Don’t say that. It makes me very sad.

Not today. We’re going home for dinner now.

You’re not the boss of me.

Actually I am.

No, Mommy. I’m the boss. I want Culver’s.

Maybe Friday.

No, Mommy. Don’t say that. I don’t like that.

Hey – look at that tractor!

Whitewater and Potty Training

Where are we going?

To the campground to see Gedion.

Where is Gedion?

At the campground.

Yay!!!!

(short pause)

Where are we going?

To the campground to see Gedion.

Where is Gedion?

At the campground.

Yay!!!!

(repeat for 55 minutes)

Before we left the house I was a little nervous about intentionally going out into the heat and humidity, but the 3 hours we spent at Whitewater State Park with friends who were camping there turned out to be a great time. We had an awesome meal, and the boys got to run and blow bubbles and climb trees and play ball and enjoy being boys.

Photos from our picnic are here.

The campsite was perfect, and having a private site allowed Sammy to continue his "potty training" away from home. Each time he said he had to go potty we'd pick out a leaf for him to aim at, and the first time he did it he asked me how to flush it. I think I'm comfortable saying that the potty training period is now complete. After five full days of no accidents with Sam telling me every time he had to go potty, I'm hoping we're officially a diaper-free household until October.

Construction

We turned just after crossing the bridge this morning and as we sat at the light at Main Street, Sam pointed to the construction work in front of McDonald's.

"A crane! Mommy, a crane! A blue crane!"

"You're right. I wonder what they're doing."

"They're lifting things, Silly Mommy."

Door County 2010

On the way home on Thursday afternoon Sammy said to me "I like TT's cottage, Mommy." And after 5 beautiful days of sunshine and sandy surf and fresh farmers market veggies and the biggest sandbox Sam has ever seen, I could see why. I would love to take the time to sit and write about all the moments I witnessed, the times when watching Sam and TT together made me laugh or nearly brought tears to my eyes, but life keeps on moving and I'm already falling behind on everything going on in our lives (including potty training), so I'll just post a link to the pictures and hope that the photos capture just a small portion of the week that really was the best week I've ever spent in Door County.

Scroll down to see a video of Sammy's happy beach dance.





LINK to PHOTOS from our week

My Big Boy

Last night as we sat in the rocker in the nursery reading "Baby on the Way" and talking about Sam's baby sister who will be arriving in October, Sam put his hand on my tummy and told me he could feel her kicking. (She wasn't kicking at the time.) Then he thought back over the last few days in which he's pooped on the potty at daycare twice and he declared "I'm not a baby, Mommy. I'm a big boy." He is. Any mother who has been through this knows how bittersweet these memories are.