Last week he: officially graduated to 'potty trained', it's still evolving but feels amazing to have this massive parenting challenge on its way to the finish line / sat at the barber shop eating a lolly and watching dad get his hair cut (he still wants mama to cut his... a request I'm finding increasingly challenging!) / got sad when he learned his favorite teacher won't be in his class this fall :( / was so sweet with his baby sister, he hugs her and tickles her, encourages her to try all of his favorite foods... he just becomes a better big brother constantly.
Last week she: walked walked walked!, she is more confident every day / cut more new teeth, I think she has three on bottom and three on top with one stubborn front-top-tooth causing lots of aggravation / ate two dozen eggs (I know we probably shouldn't let her have so many eggs, but she is in love) / started bursting into tears when we tell her she can't do something, 'nah-ah roo, no climbing the slide'... followed by the most pitiful look and massive rolling tears. this one is going to get her way. a lot!