William is Peeing!

After several toy cars, one $20 potato head, many threats to take the $20 potato head away, and three cold showers, William is finally potty trained! I honestly thought it wouldn't happened. It was beocoming one of the hopes that you know is true but start to believe that--although it will eventually happen--in all likelihood it probably won't happen in your life--kind of like the Millenium, which is when I was beginning to think William becoming potty trained was going to happen. Or maybe on his mission. Anyway, the miracle has occurred--much earlier than expected.

Last night when William was going to bed, he tried to get me to stay in his room. I explained that Mommy needed me to sleep in her bed, so I couldn't stay with him. He didn't relent. I finally asked: "William, why do you need me to stay with you?" "Because you're my husband!" he emphatically replied.

Walker Is Speaking!

Walker learned two new words last week: uh and oh. "Uh oh!" is heard throughout our house as he drops things, and generally makes observations about the world around him. He's also crawling like a madman. He started a week and a half ago. I was here to see the first steps...or crawls, whatever it's called. Now he zooms all over the house--unless he wants to be held. Then he sits , looks at you, and puts his hands up in the air (halfway). He also has developed a deathly scream. It sounds something like the death shrill of the birds in the Uncle Scrooge comic book that broke Scrooge's glass moneybin; or for those who have never read a Carl Barks comic book, it sounds something like some exotic bird in the jungle--the sub Saharan African TeeKah, or something like that--that has a high-pitched shrill which was thought to never be repeatable by human vocal chords, giving its highest shrill while in labor having twins. When Walker calls, we've learned to come--or be deaf for the next hour.