While I was out, the boys had...well...a boys weekend.
The pumpkin was carved, (phew! the thought of the gutsy mess was just not enticing this year) and seeds left for roasting.
And as there was only one pumpkin he, uh, he has great character...one could almost say multiple personalities...or at least multiple faces. Isn't he great?!
In the spirit of helping out his little brother, Ben overheard Noah encouraging Tait on the can early Saturday morning...and when they get along and encourage one another, we have a similar theory to the sleeping baby thing. Steer clear. Ride it out. Enjoy the peace.
"You can do it, Tait"...
CRASH and THUD and CRY
Tait now sports a potty war wound, earned while trying to get on the potty but failing and slipping off the stool, landing square on along the edge of the trash can...as if he'd lined it up and centered it right between his nose and right eye...around his cheek...all the way down to his chin.
"A" for effort, little guy.
And as if they knew how to end the weekend perfectly, not a sound was heard in our house this morning until the familiar thud of little feet paced down the hallway a solid 45 minutes later than the usual wake up call.
It was bliss.