Recently, Asher’s nap time has become baking time for me and Isla. And she’s a great little baking buddy. I always let her lick the spoon, bowl, etc, and that may have something to do with her enthusiasm. Now if I can just figure out a way to entice her to help out with the dishes, we’d be set!
Meanwhile, I don’t know what happened exactly, but after my mother’s recent visit with us here in Okinawa, like right after, the very next day, I decided to start potty-training Asher. I had originally planned to wait until Elliot returned from his deployment, but something just happened. Maybe I was thinking about how to survive another 6-10 weeks of solo parenting and figured an insane project like potty-training would just really help pass the time. How does that even make sense? I don’t know. After the first couple of days (ok, hours, let’s be honest), I was re-thinking my plan. Every surface in this home- rugs, carpets, hard floors, chairs- had fallen prey. I started back-tracking with Asher, but it was too late. The child began insisting on wearing “unnies.” But by day 4 or 5, seriously, the accidents just stopped. The child is a 2.5 year old, potty-trained genius. Last night, he woke during the night and asked (well, yelled from his crib) to use the potty. I’m floored. And speaking of floors, they’re spotless! Anyway, posing for these pictures, he was triumphant and happy. I’m sure he’ll feel just exactly the same way when we pull them back out for his high school graduation party.