I had something else planned, but today was such a big day in Monkey-land!
This morning, he said his first unprompted sentence*, "Wherwi [where is] Daddy? Wherwi Daddy?" Oh, I'm tearing up just thinking about how grown up he's getting… I said to him, "Oh, honey, I'm sorry… Daddy's not here right now" …What else could I say to that? Poor sweet boy, he woke up around 4 am this morning and cried for so long that I was about to go down there and cuddle him before he fell back asleep. I think the two are related… I think he misses his Daddy.
*For those interested, my first sentence was "read book!"
The second exciting thing he did today is use his potty! I bought two identical potty chairs for him, one for our house and one for Sarah's, and a couple potty books. Sarah has been letting him sometimes run around in underwear or pantsless for a couple weeks, and trying to quick-move-him-to-the-potty when he starts peeing. He knows that he's not supposed to pee on the floor (he says "uh-oh!" and starts crying—even though he's never been scolded) and he even initiates cleaning it up (once with his socks… that child is dedicated). Today, Sarah had him drink a bunch of water and then sit on the potty while she fed him some jello to keep him still. And, he peed in his potty! We're all so proud of him, even though I don't know if I'm emotionally ready to have a potty-trained child!
The third big thing he did today was to, unprompted, pick up all of his toys at Sarah's house and put them away, and then pick up all the little pieces of trash on the carpet and put them in an empty cookie box. My heart is so full of pride/joy (wow, did I really just say that?)/happiness/impressedness for this child, I feel like I'm going to burst! We did our goodnight routine (I sang him his lullaby, nestled him on top of a giant stuffed animal that he loves, tucked him in, and blew him a kiss) and he was just so adorable lying there, content, and blowing me a kiss back… Oh, this boy. If you had told me ten years ago I'd be gushing over my toddler, I would probably have looked at you weird and gone back to moping (because I was, after all, 14).
And with that, I'm off to bed. (Yes, before 11pm. No, I'm not sick. Or pregnant.)