Uhhh, Now it Feels Real

We found out today that we might be able to close on our new house earlier than we thought. We could do it as early as next Thursday...which would make this our last Thursday in our first house - the house both my children first called home...and well, that just feels way too real.

Big Boy

It is Everett's first full time week in the Young Two's class.  The little guy has had a great time.  On top of finding out the other day that he is the alpha-stacker in a class of much older kids (including helping another boy learn to stack things), we found out today that he apparently is more potty trained than most the kids in the Older Two's class next to his. So, he might not be the most talkative man, but he can pee well above grade level.

Matching?

Be honest, does the fact that he's wearing cowboy boots (albeit light-up Woody boots) make the fact that he's wearing a dress from the movie Frozen any more manly?

Again?!?

Ev is starting to potty train. He has picked this up virtually on his own and far before Amelia did. I'm guessing having her as a great example has led to his early efforts. I'm so proud of him, but there is one little problem. He appears to be so addicted to the applause and cheers he gets for a successful potty trip that he wants to try every five minutes.  He'll run to the bathroom saying "Tee Tee. Tee Tee", sit on the potty, and strain as hard as he can to squeeze out a drop or two. At that point, he expects you to totally lose your mind like Publisher's Clearing House just showed up at your door.  We try oblige, but our celebration is getting weaker and weaker. By the 15th time in a day, our cheers are more like a golf clap.  This hasn't seemed to deter him yet. However, if he doesn't slow down his pace soon, I'm going to train Sophie to bark and dance for him upon hearing the toilet flush.

Does That Thing Have Seat Belts?

I'm glad Ev likes the new dump truck he got for Christmas. I just wish he realized that unlike his new tricycle, not everything is meant to be ridden.

Growing up

Everett is moving to the 2 year-old class next week. As part of getting him ready, he's been spending part of his days over there recently. His two best friends aren't coming for a few weeks, so I thought he'd hate it. Apparently, I thought wrong. Even without his two main Wrestlemania partners, he absolutely loves the big kid class and doesn't want to leave. I'm guessing they must have some pretty cool toys in there. On a related note, his new teacher told us today that he stacks blocks and toys better than any kids she already has in class....She would have known that if only she read this blog.

Farm Art

It isn't all outdoor activity when we are down on the farm. Indoors, there is a lot of talking, even more eating, and even a little art (as per below, usually thanks to Aunt Kim) going on ...