Max passed a couple of life events recently that I feel should qualify as milestones, though they’re not typically considered as such. Number one: first bite injury. Evidently, he was sitting down to breakfast at daycare, and the little girl next to him hauled off and chomped him on the cheek. The daycare workers aren’t allowed to tell you who did it, probably because they know I’m likely to bite back in defense of my golden-headed sweet pea, but I found myself staring down all the little girls when I picked him up from school in the hopes that the offender would crack under pressure. No dice. Dan was out of town and begged me to document the event with photos. Since he took the camera with him, I had to take them with my new phone, so if I ever figure out how to get them from my phone to the internet, I’ll post them. They’re very dramatic, made more so because he was fighting me on having his picture taken.
Milestone number two was, uh, number two. In the tub. On the plus side, this means he’s getting ready for potty training. On the minus side…need I really explain the minus side? Fortunately, I’d been reading some educational materials in clinic about potty training, and I knew how to respond. I don’t feel the need to go into it all here, since that qualifies as an anecdote of the “your children aren’t that interesting” variety. You’re welcome.