Potties and Dos

So Natalie got Graham a potty today. Last week he actually pooped on the potty at the babysitter's house. It may have been a coincidence, but we were excited about it. This evening Natalie asked Graham to show me his potty, so we went into the bathroom and there it was. He sat on it clothes and all, so I asked him if he had to go and he said yeah. Our little boy then went pee in the potty! I can't tell you how excited he was about this, and us too! After I put his diaper back on, he put on his shorts all by himself! He's growing up so fast!




Today Natalie went to the doctor for her normal non stress test and growth ultrasound. His growth was up but his NST was not quite good, so Natalie went to the hospital for a longer test. This turned out ok, but it may be like this for awhile, Natalie going in with the possibility of staying in for awhile. We are glad that she and Dos are getting such good care!

Spelling Bee

So yesterday when I got home from work I was antsy and wanted to get outside so I asked Natalie, "Do you want to go to the P-A-R-K?"
Graham answered, "I wanna go to the park."
So the boy genius can spell already, at 2 1/2!

Then last night after small group, I find this on the refrigerator:

He really is a genius that can spell! I just can't figure out how he got it eye level for someone about 5'2".....

Painting and other Grammy things

Here are some photos from the last week with a little commentary:

Our little sticker man!

Graham got to finally sleep in his big boy bed this weekend. We were worried that he'd have a hard transition, but he was great! He was so excited to lay down in his bed, and he just stayed there and fell asleep after awhile. In the morning , even though we told him to stay in his bed until we came and got him up, we heard little pitter patter feet down the hallway to our door! So funny! He loved the new found freedom! We're still working on staying in bed when we wake up...

Graham getting a story read to him from his Bible. He loves his Bible.

Nite nite kisses from mama. What a sweet boy.

When I was a boy, and still the other day, I watched Bob Ross on PBS at 730 on Saturday morning. Graham watched with me a few weeks ago, and today he got to be Bob Ross, and make "happy little clouds".

It started out innocent enough.....

Until he found his hands.....

"I paint my hands daddy"

and my arms.......

Purple armed Picasso!

The masterpiece with mama too.

Since he was already dirty, he played in the sand too.

Ok, so one more little story that is very unflattering. Graham played in his sandbox in nothing but a diaper and put sand down his diaper. Then he pooped. He didn't seem to care about it, probably because he'd have to go inside to get changed. Usually he does care though, but not this time. When it was time to come inside, I carried him up to the bath and took off his diaper in the tub. Inside were two little turds covered in sand. Very uncomfotable I'm sure. Just for added imagery, they looked like cinnamon and sugar covered doughnut holes. Just remember that the next time you feel like going to Dunkin Donuts and you may just stick to your diet. That is our gift to you.

Where is that music coming from?

Yesterday after work I was laying on the floor in the living room playing with Graham when he went over to the "entertainment center" (a coffee table with the tv on it with the dvd and stereo below) and grabbed a book of CDs out. I put in a little bluegrass album and played it. Graham had an awed look on his face as the banjo started picking. He looked at the speakers, got up and walked over to them. He stood on tippy toes and looked over the top of the speaker. He leaned to the right and looked behind the speaker. He leaned to the left and looked behind the speaker. Then he looked at me with a "where is that music coming from?" smile on his face. I guess we should play more CDs.

Boys will be boys

In life, sometimes you just have to believe what God says and take it on faith. Sometimes He gives you a glimpse of some truth to help you believe and have that faith. Sometimes we just aren't supposed to understand at all, and maybe we never will.


"The secret things belong to the Lord our God, but the things revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may follow all the words of this law." (Deut. 29:29)


With all that taken into account, I've never really been sure about the nature vs. nurture argument, or if boys and girls are inherently different when born. I have seen the light now. So, for anyone who believes that girls and boys are the same and society is to blame for boys wanting to play with trucks and girls wanting to play with Barbies, I will listen patiently to your claims, complaints and coaching.

Then I will show you this video.





On further note, we were watching the opening ceremonies for the Olympics the other night and the drummers were drumming, and Graham started drumming with his hands on the floor, raising his arms high above his head and throwing them down to the floor like the guys on tv. What a boy.

That's not to say that we will raise Graham with just"boy toys". If he wants to play with a doll, learn to sew (I kind of did), or any other "girl" things- then he can. I've just learned that a boy is a boy deep inside, because we never had to teach him to do what he does. It's just who he is. God made him that way and we love it.