A quick snippet from a conversation in our house the other day that took me by surprise:
Ariana (11 years old, who is helping potty train her soon to be 3 year old brother, Cale) – “Cale, don’t go tee-tee on Elmo (on his big boy underwear). Do you know what happens if you go tee-tee on Elmo?”
Cale – “He tell Big Bird?” (which is funny since he’s seen maybe 3 episodes of Sesame Street in his entire life)
Ariana – “Right. Then what happens?”
Cale – “Big Bird kill me!.”
So our 3 year old is being potty trained in fear of being pecked to death by a 7 foot, yellow bird. What can I say, we get desperate after 6 months of trying.
We got back last week from our vacation to Alabama and Florida. Thank you so much for those who prayed for us. We had a wonderful, peaceful, and dare I say, relaxing time visiting with dear friends. The beach, as usual, was gorgeous and empty. We had ZERO issues with the pregnancy while we were gone. And I got to take my “baby” beach pictures like I have with all of our kids outside the womb (seen at bottom of email).
