Michael's Development Blog

So we've had Michael's toilet in the bathroom for a bit now and I've been sitting him on it before his bath just for familiarization. Over the past couple of weeks he started to be getting the idea so I started giving him bubbles in his bath whenever he peed in his toilet. Now, for the past few days, he doesn't want me to hold him on the toilet and he visibly tries to use it so I think, once the words start coming, potty training (knock on wood) shouldn't be too challenging. He's just got to be able to tell us when he needs to go and it's off to the races. I'm excited. He has been saying "bubble" for the past few days, largely associated with his expectation for getting them in his bath now that he at least tries to use the toilet every time he takes a bath...I was only giving him bubbles when he actually peed but it got so obvious that he was trying that I didn't want to effectively punish him just because he was all dried up... :P He...

Grandma and Grandpa came over from Port Angeles to baby-sit Michael while Rachel and Anton attended one of Allison's concerts in the Seattle area.  We decided to go out for a late lunch, with Rachel and Anton leaving for the concert directly from the restaurant.  Michael was slightly concerned after arriving home when mom and dad weren't there.  He asked several times about "mama" and "dada" and was determined to climb back into his care seat.  So… grandma and grandpa decided to go for a stroll outside.  Michael got his shoes and socks for us to put on and out we went for a grand adventure.  Rachel had previously told us that they sometimes walk to the first corner, so we figured it would probably be a short trip.  We were wrong.  Mr. Michael set off down the driveway, where he immediately spotted a bunny that needed checking out.  After the bunny hopped into the bushes, we continued out to Woodchuck Lane, where we ventured only a short dista...

While Jen was generously watching Michael as Anton was at class and Rachel was on a business trip, she says that he almost said the word flower. He at least tried and there was some recognizable patterns in there. Michael also hit his hand into the door that same night and started crying. I picked him up and amongst his cries he snorted and instantly began to laugh. Maybe you had to be there but it was hilarious. He put a sock on his hand this morning and is just running around with it...and now he's trying to put a rock he found on the floor into his belly button. I should just turn this into a live blog :P Oh, just so that I can remember this years from now: Michael has enjoyed running through my legs as I look through them but he's getting taller. About a week ago he ran full steam and clothes-lined himself on my butt. Didn't even attempt to duck. He just laughed it off and continued about his business. Michael peed in his toilet for the second time last night j...