These guys are so going to form a Portland indie-rock band in a few years. I'm hoping they consider this photo as their debut album cover. Album title, anyone?
Abe decided tonight that he was ready to use the potty. Big deal here. He's been sitting on it for months now, but tonight I put his duck-shaped kiddie-seat on top (what are these things called?), and BAM: he went. Incredible. I couldn't believe it. Sap that I am, I fought back the lump in my throat at the wee bit of sweet yellow in the big bowl. I. am. a. dork.
Abe has also decided that he wants to hug various characters in his books, like little Bo Peep and in a very nonlinear fashion that I just love, the moon. He leans forward to the book and hugs...what is he hugging? I don't know. But our boy pees on his duck-pot and hugs the moon. Oh, we love him so.
Also, the eruption of air from any bodily orifice is hilarious, especially if while under-water, according to Abe. The boy's first official joke was last week: "Abe eat diaper!" so what else should I expect but an abiding love of potty humor?
I laid him down in his bed tonight and started to walk away. I hear, "Mom?" I tell him goodnight and keep walking. He calls me again (most nights, this goes on four or five times before he falls asleep). Finally, he pleads in a high pitch, "Hooooney!" I turn around to blow kisses one more time. He tries to play peek-a-boo but I have my limits.
More on that Merlefest story soon. Really.