I log on to see blog updates on a pretty frequent basis...it's one way I can keep up with some I have lost touch with, or just see picture updates. But, then, there are also a few that I check in on because I know they will be so uplifting or move me in some way (I'm sure they don't even know I follow their blog, but that's what I sort of like most about it...). I've just finished reading about a high school/college friend that has struggled too much recently with miscarriage, another friend who has a great testimony with the loss of a child. So, it is with slight embarrassment and complete gratitude that the most I can offer up are posts like this one....about poo.
Pryce has done several pretty big things lately. He jumps (while not terribly high, we still think it counts). He is a fierce tickle monster (which his teachers tell us he has started doing to some of his friends at daycare). Luke says he thinks it's almost better to be the victim of his tickle attacks than to get a hug from him (I'm a little torn...they're both so sweet). And, he has begun to tell us 'Poo' and point to his rear end. Truth be told, he usually doesn't offer this up until after the fact, but at least he's starting to identify it, right? So, last Thursday night, Luke went to meet some guys to watch basketball. Before I gave Pryce a bath, he said the infamous 'Poo', and I instantly stripped him down & placed him on the potty......and.....he did both #1 & #2 for real on the potty! Like a big boy! We did a big cheer, and he spent the next few minutes in disbelief, looking down at his work and exclaiming 'WOW'. It was a big moment. When we finished his bath, we took one last viewing before flushing it down, and I had to take a picture.
So, that's it for us....just enjoying life....even when it's full of crap.
