I thought this day would never come...but it has! My son has finally given in and is now doing business with Mr. Potty! I have begged, pleaded, blackmailed, bargained and threatened...all for nothing. He saw straight through my various methods of manipulation and would have nothing to do with them. I could make him sit but I could NOT make him go. Finally,
he decided that
he wanted to be a big boy and
he took the initiative to get the job done. Which I am learning is his way...his idea...his timing. He doesn't like me making a big deal out of things, (which has always produced great results with the girls. They like mommy to cheer lead,) not my Tovie. When it is all said and done, I tell him how proud I am of him and then he responds with a "your welcome mommy." Maybe he was tired of hearing me complain about changing him and decided to do me a favor.
Tov's Tumbleweed
Now if you look very closely...he's kind of hard to see since he is so camoflaged, but if you look really close you should be able to make out the form of a silly little three year old boy hiding
behind a tumbleweed.
The story goes...
I was busy with something in the house when I heared the front door open. I could tell that Tov was huffing and grunting as he struggled to get something inside. When I "followed up" I noticed that he was coming out of his room after quickly shutting the door behind him. I opened his door to discover that he had hawled a huge tumbleweed into his room. It took up all the floor space and was much bigger than him. I took this picture after he brought it back outside. It left quite a trail of sticks and pokies on the rug and was a much thinner tumbleweed as a result. What I am still puzzled about is... what possessed him to bring the thing inside in the first place?
We Do! Of course it only lasted a couple of hours, but when I got up this morning there was a nice (thin) blanket of white covering the Arizona desert plain - somewhat of a phenomena if you know what I mean. It was beautiful and I could just sense the dry, dust ridden, wind blown desert plant life breathing a sigh of refreshing satisfaction. The kids were out making tracks in their P.J.'s and boots- you'd think they'd never seen the stuff before. What really blows my mind is that this time last week it was 85 degrees and the kids spent the day running through the sprinkler in their swimming suits. The inside of the house got up to 90 and we had to open all the windows and doors to cool it off. They told us when we moved to McNeal that the weather here can be a little fickle...they weren't kidding.
