Big day for the Little Man

This one here, the cute strawberry blonde one, had a big day. I know I am so behind on posting anything here, but I've decided if I don't just pick it back up, I will NEVER catch up (and I missed Christmas, Ellie and Jack's birthdays, a million funny quotes...argh). Since I really post for the sake of my own memory more than anything, I want to remember today.

I TRIED to watch General Conference, I really did. I had the kids make toilet paper roll versions of the First Presidency of our church with a little lectern that wrapped around the bottom of a milk carton. (Ok, they did enjoy swapping out whomever was speaking into the carton). I had conference activity packets ready (the novelty lasted through Elder Uchtdorf's morning talk). To top it off, Mr. Robbie decided today would be the day he wore underwears (as he calls them) and ask to go to the potty.

I had hoped to have him potty trained before the baby arrived, but so far, it's been a disaster. He was doing well getting started on the potty, but one day as he was cheering for his nightly success in going potty his binky (yeah, haven't got rid of THAT yet, either...on a roll here...) managed to fall out of his mouth right as the toilet was swirling down. There was no way I could rescue it. Oh, the howl! Oh the agony on his face! Oh, it was the perfect moment for the emergency binky I had jealously guarded for a True Emergency. Then, a week of telling anyone within earshot that the (evil) toilet ate his green binky.

And then he refused to have anything to do with it. Dang it.

Until today. Conference had to take a back burner to tinkling in the potty. Suddenly, the toilet is cool again and the score was Robbie 6, accidents, 2. To this I say: Not bad! I'll take that score! He's plotting what underwears he'll wear tomorrow! Dare I hope that before the baby is born in two weeks or so he'll be potty trained???? To top it off, he insisted on saying the prayer for dinner and a second family prayer for us. This is also the first time he's prayed on his own.

So, to my little man, hats off to a great day! May we be blessed with many more!