October 2007

Well, the big news this month is you started potty training! Yayhoo! You are no longer terrified of going to the bathroom and that is big for you. You love to take your potty chair to Lola’s house and have used the bathroom at school when I was there volunteering in your classroom. I think now it is just a matter of you tuning in when you need to go. You are not very good at that and this will take time, but it is a marked improvement from a month ago when you were in diapers 24/7. Your favorite underwear is Spiderman and Thomas.

You are now refusing to wear a shirt and I have to insist on putting one on you when we go out of the house. Your taste in foods has changed as well. You used to pretty much eat any fruit, vegetable, or meat but now you are very selective and your list of foods you will eat are quite limited. I assume this is a typical phase and hope you grow out of it eventually. I read somewhere that kids have 10,000 taste buds and adults have 6,000. No wonder kids are such picky eaters!

Uncle Lou and Aunt Dorothy came to visit and did you have a great time with them! You used a saw with Uncle Lou and played cards with Aunt Dorothy. We miss them already.

I was just as excited as you were to go the pumpkin patch with your class this year. We had a great time riding the school bus and traipsing through the pumpkin patch to find the perfect pumpkin for you. The hayride was, I think, your favorite part of it all because it was pulled by a John Deere tractor.

Halloween was a blast for you this year! We took the wagon with us around the neighborhood so you could sit in it if you got tired walking. However, you thought it was much cooler to ride it 5 feet, stop, climb out, pull out your bucket, retrieve your candy goods, put your bucket back in the wagon, climb back in, go another 5 feet, and repeat. Over and over and over. You were able to wear your firefighter costume to school and around the neighborhood. You have now also worn it to Target, the grocery store, Lola’s house, Aunt Cyndi’s house….everywhere!

You have this great habit of copying Daddy’s every movement and comment. Every night when we cuddle in bed to watch a bit of tv before lights out you mimic Daddy:

Daddy: cough, cough.

Peanut: cough, cough.

Daddy: “I am a three-year-old ding dong!”

Peanut: “I am a three-year-old ding dong!”