Just another day

Dylan,

It's one of those great weather days our region is so well known for. At just after five in the evening it is a sunny, warm 86 degrees. We're all outside enjoying the soft breeze. Dad's sitting on the lounge couch and you've been doing just about everything an almost two and a half year old can find to do on such a day. A romp through the grass with your rubber ball, a climb on your play structure, some digging in your oak-barrel dirt container, some scrutinizing of bugs on the patio (Uncle Marc would be proud), and some singing with Daddy.

Life is pretty good.

We put you in a pair of underwear before we came outside and brought the potty chair out. You made it at least a half hour before that familiar grab. I quickly asked you if you needed to go potty, but it was evident that I was too late. Well, at least you were aware of the fact that you had already gone.

Now that your shorts and underwear were wet, I decided to let you run around in your birthday suit. Less laundry for me, and maybe more of a reminder to you that you didn't have the luxury of a diaper. So far it's working. You've made one productive trip to the potty, and have yet to water the flagstone or grass!

I must admit, you look pretty darn cute in just your t-shirt and crocs.

Love,
Mom