"Pah-dee...Eastie...Elmo"

Easton went pee pee in the potty for the first time last night!!!! Sort of--it ended up as only a few drops--read on. He occasionally sits on his potty before his baths, mostly he climbs inside it. Anyway, last night he sat on it and we told him to push and before long a few sprinkles came out. However, as soon as I saw the spurting I started shrieking loudly in excitement and scared Easton as well as the rest of the pee pee. Oh well. It was very exciting for everyone and I hope I didn't traumatize the little dude with my too loud encouragement. He's very sensitive that way sometimes. Anyway, here he is leaning out of the tub to see what he did:

A very big moment. Yay! At bedtime he was telling us how Eastie goes in the potty, Elmo does (he has the Elmo Potty Time DVD from the libarary right now), Daddy does, and Mommy does. The way Easton is I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't even want to sit on the thing again for another few months. Then again, he might. You just never know. Anyway, that was our biggest news for yesterday.

On to earlier, as in--after his nap...we did paint with water. The quality of the Christmas paint with water book is really crappy and it doesn't work right. Easton enjoyed it okay, didn't love it.

Oh well.

Then once Daddy got him he made his new tumbling mat into a slide for Easton:

We had to stop when Easton started being too much of a daredevil and standing at the top then nearly flipping off the sides. Good grief. Jason compared him to a skateboarder on a half pipe.

As Jason and I were in the kitchen rustling up some dinner Easton was quietly playing in the other room. When I say quiet that's what I mean...we knew he was doing things he knows he shouldn't be like touching the tree or reaching for my nutcrackers. Before long we heard a nutcracker fall and Easton started crying. I went in there and he seemed uninjured so I asked him, "Easton are you crying because the nutcracker hurt you or because you think you're in trouble?" and in between some minimal tears he said, "Trouble." But, he wasn't in trouble. Gotta love the honesty--is he my kid or what?

This morning started off just fine. Easton got his "treat" from his advent first thing as usual. We're halfway done with it already!

Then we made muffins which Easton was very excited to help make, not so excited to help eat. Here he is being a goofball while they baked, Flintstone red (as in vitamin) staining his lips:


After breakfast we headed off to Gymsters. I remembered finally to leave in plenty of time to allow for that construction we always hit but it wasn't bad today. We got there nice and early which was fine too. Easton was being a very talkative goober and showing off to Miss Stephanie. However, during the "separation time" (when the parents go to a gated off part of the giant room for a song length) Easton freaked out. He cried and cried to the point where Mr. Ken had me come back in. Then E was fine. He's never done that during the separation time before. Never. Mr. Ken explained to me that it was normal for them to go through separation anxiety phases. He must be a child expert. Okay, I'm not being very nice. At least he didn't make us feel bad. Later Easton had no problem leaving me and running off to play. I'm just apparently not allowed to leave him. I hope next week he's big about it again. Li'l stinker.

He ate a quick lunch when we got home and then was more than ready for his nap. It was a piece of cake getting him down today, easier than normal even. Before I go I just wanted to share a few pictures. Just about everyone on our mailing list has received their Christmas cards already so I wanted to show it off here:

And the "official" Santa picture:

And a super-cute Christmasy one that a few lucky relatives received as wallets with their cards:

So there ya go...hopefully that makes up for the short 'n' sweet blog yesterday. I'm off to eat some lunch...frozen mini quiches...well, heated up of course. Well, maybe not "of course" we pregnant women do some strange things. Anyway...