compassion

Yesterday evening your little eyes wrinkled up and your bottom lip poked out and it looked like you might cry when you saw Berea's "ouch" on her back. It happened when I sat her up on the shoe caddy/bench at the ChickfilA play area...she fell back and hit her back on the glass pane behind her and you said "Bee-ah fall Chicken-ay." Your first compassionate initiative...usually I tell you to say sorry and you muster that face, but today it was all you, babe. All you.

Also, you went pee in the potty with your friend Eliza Kentner in the stall. She tried to do the same, but no luck. You both got a piece of gum for effort.

Also, you did not go poo in the potty, so in an attempt to shamelessly bribe you, I bought 2 hot wheels and they're still in the package waiting for when you do. Good to know, huh? We are successfully bribing you to pee via the Jelly Bean. The only kind of Bean worth eating, really.

I read Micah 5 to you last night and it was perfect. We were both feeling a little too nervous before bedtime for some reason.

OH! We were pretending to be animals in the ChickfilA Big Toy (Mommy occasionally joins you in these. Yesterday, I brought Berea up, too.) and Sicily was a dog and then you were a cat that said Mee-ow and then when I wanted to be a cat with you, you promptly said, "I Cow. MOOoooo." And when we all got out, I wanted you to show off for my friends Amanda and Meghan and so I asked them what you were gonna be and you said, "Anderson...Daddy!" So that was cool.

You love your daddy. This morning, I think you two will be heading to the Donut shop. What you guys do when Mommy and Berea go to Baby Showers. I hear you are quite a hit, there. The funny thing is, last night, when we were talking about it and spelling "D-O-N-U-T" you knew we were talking about it and said, "Go Donut shop Daddy!"