Since Little Sis isn’t really what we’d call a “talker” quite yet… buckle up. This one’s a monster:
On a recent trip to Island Park, we found an almost complete skeleton from a baby antelope. Little Dude rejoiced and bones are now the new hotness. How do I know? When we got home, as Little Dude …
…I know, don’t rub it in! This is totally, completely beyond over due! To keep things interesting, I thought, “Hey why not spice it up a little and instead of posting when things just ended why not wait a few weeks…” Fine… months! Here you thought all the July 4th posts were done and here …
With all of Little Dude’s shenanigans, you’d never know there’s still a Little Sis goo-ing and gaa-ing around Vintonville these days. But yes, she’s still here– the new hotness and the old hotness all rolled into one grinning, spasmadic package.
Back in the day, I’d heard boys were a little harder to potty train than girls. Pffffffft. Whatever. I only peed my bed until I was 22. What’s the big deal?
Ah, experience. The Master Teacher.
Now, with Little Dude hitting four years old, I see the inherent wisdom and warning of little boy potty difficulty. While …
