Let the Potty Training Begin...Or Not

So I was getting Benjamin undressed in the bathroom this morning to put him in the shower and I realized that his diaper was really dry for him being in it all night. Just as I am contemplating the possible reasons for this, he begins to pee. On the floor. In a flash of pure genius, I whisk him up to the toilet and encourage him to complete his business. Which he does! (Side note: it was way cute to see him craning his neck to figure out where his "pee-pee" was going.) Anyway, he finishes up and he toddles off while I clean up the floor. I am lavishing him with praise (positive reinforcement, right?) and smugly thinking to myself, "How awesome that my 18 month old is using the toilet!" when I glance over and see Benjamin peeing all over our bedroom carpet. Apparently, he wasn't actually done. Oops.

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Perfect Date

We strolled hand in hand, peeking in store windows and walking through the shops of downtown SLO, looking for the perfect Christmas gifts for friends and family. Christmas spirit was obviously in the air, made apparent by the smiles given to us by fellow shoppers and even those driving by on the busy streets. The way the passerby's would grin and nudge their companions as they pointed us out made me glow with pride. "They must see how lucky I am to have him, how much in love we are," I thought to myself as I held his hand tighter. We meandered our way through the crowded sidewalks, stopping to smell all the soaps in "Bath & Body Works" (yes, he indulged me and even let me buy a few!) and peeking in the "Apple Store" to drool over the latest and greatest technology. Then, at his suggestion, we stopped for lunch at "Pizza Solo" and shared a delightful meal while people watching on the promenade. Finally, we lugged all our purchases back to ...

Bad Dreams and Dog Poop

Yes, you read correctly... dog poop. I've been waiting for it to happen, and today it finally did. Benjamin and I were exploring outside this morning (it finally stopped raining so we could do that again!) and I turned my back for a minute to throw a stick for Sadie. When I turned back around, I noticed that Benjamin was intently inspecting something on the ground. Not just inspecting, but probing. WITH HIS HANDS. I bent down to take a closer look and realized that my son was playing with dog poop. Dog poop . Disgusting. I whisked him up and into the house, zombie style (arms straight out in front of him) and thoroughly scrubbed his hands with my favorite "Kitchen Lemon" anti-bacterial, hopefully anti-dog poop, until his hands (and arms) smelled like a citrus grove. As he sits next to me while I write this, eating a granoloa bar, I have to reassure myself that the anti-bacterial soap did it's job (as did the hot water and vigorous scrubbing for a full sixty seconds...

Benjamin's Second Christmas

Christmas was a little different this year from last. Last year was exciting because it was Benjamin's first Christmas . Even though he was only four months old and had no idea what was going on, it was a big deal to us (okay, to me). I made Nathan take a picture of Benjamin and I standing next to his first Christmas tree, we (I) picked out special Christmas pajamas for him, we each bought him special gifts and even wrapped them, knowing full well we would also be the ones un wrapping them. We stuffed his stocking full, sat him on Santa's lap, took him to Winter Wonderland, and sang him Christmas carols (okay, I sang them). It was a magical holiday. This year was still exciting I guess, but in a different way.. Though he still doesn't get what is happening, he does understand the word toy . And I think after yesterday, he understands present as well! He helped unwrap most of his gifts and it was fun seeing his face light up at a gift he particularly enjoyed (such as the ...

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