A week or so ago Gavin and I went to Red Butte for the Lyle Lovett concert. That guy is so cool. I used to wonder how on earth Julia Roberts could be married to him, but now I get it- he rocks.
I wanted to post a couple photos of what we've been up to this wonderful summer. The kids have made their trek to the Shiver Shack for snow cones at least once a week. Usually they are with a bunch of buddies, on scooters and bikes and rip sticks.
Shelby's BFF, Hanna, was away for a month of the summer, in DC. We missed her A LOT. You take it for granted when your favorite person in the world just lives ten steps away from your front door. On the night that she came home from her trip, she stopped by to say hi to Shelby. In this picture all the kiddos were piled in Sissy's bed to see our second sister, home at last.
Our good friends, the Marceau's, who live down the street from us, gave us a rope swing for our tree. Our kids have loved playing on it this summer. With a bench next to it, it becomes the place for kids to gather and hang out.
Dalton has been such a good big brother...to both of his siblings really. He and Sis tease each other a little, but in my mind I'd rather have that than siblings that want nothing to do with one another. He likes her, and she likes him. I love that. He'll let her follow him and his buddy to get a snow cone. Her friends idolize him and love to have him join them in their playing.
The big kids were cheering Garrett on this week while he got potty trained. Now I realize that just because I typed that sentence out like it was in past tense, Murphy's Law says that he is going to wet the bed every night for the next year. He has had two great days...and he is thrilled- as you can see by this picture of him in his big boy underwear.
In the book there was a doll that pees and candy, and the little potty, and lots and lots of peeing which equaled lots and lots of positive reinforcement. We did it all with Dalton and Shelby and they both had it down in few days. With Garrett, I was a bit lazy. I couldn't find the doll that pees. Dalton had probably dissected it. And I wasn't in the mood to go get a bunch of candy. So instead, we did the Readers Digest Condensed version. We still followed the book, but we also got a big truck from the toy store and made a chart. He could have a sticker any time he peed, pooped, or woke up from a nap or bed dry.
The first day he had seven stickers. But he wet the bed at night. The second day (yesterday) was great- no accidents, and he woke up in the morning dry. Today has been great too. This morning he got his twentieth sticker on his chart and could open up his loot. Here he is very happy:
Even though it was less than a minute a couple times a day, it was time where I could stare in to his dark bottomless eyes and have fun. We would joke, and I would make silly voices. I would kiss his face. He was a wiggle worm for sure...and it could get trying as I would wrestle him to get his diaper on. But we'd have our little games where I would suck his belly, or his cheek, or he would flip on his belly and wiggle his little bum at me, taunting me not to bite it.
He would often grab my neck as I lifted him off the changing table, when we were done, and hug me with a big squeeze as I brought him back down to the ground. It was quick. As soon as those toes touched the floor he'd be off and running...but for a minute or two he was mine.