it goes so fast

Dare I say it? But I think Ellis might have achieved that which had seemed impossible, that which belongs to all humans who have advanced beyond infanthood, that feat of taking himself and his bodily functions to the toilet! A week ago today, I ventured forth on a risky expedition. After wearing undies successfully at school for several days, I let him wear them in my care (previously an unsuccessful venture). Not only that, but on an almost 2 hour car ride. He was a pro. Like, "Oh yea, mom, I just go to the bathroom by myself. Didn't you know?" And from then on, he hasn't really looked back. Then he started staying dry at night. After three nights in a row of pulling off a dry Pull-up, I thought we might live on the wild side and send him to bed in his undies. Yea, no problem. Now he wants boxer briefs.

If you had told me a week ago where we'd be today, I would have cackled in pessimism. But at the same time, it's just like my Ellis. That's how he does it. He waits and waits. And then, one day, he's ready, and there's no going back.

Tonight at dinner he actually ate lettuce! And a few lentils!! (which I had served to him in a bed of grated cheese). I never dreamed I would have a picky-eater.

And now a funny story. Scene: Coming to the dinner table.
Daddy had to get by Ellis to get to his chair in the corner, and there was no room, so he kind of climbed over Ellis's chair to get to his. Granted, a little ungraceful, but not too heinous. Well, Ellis stopped him:
(signing) "No, Daddy! No climbing! Come back out here! Now say 'excuse me, please.' There. Good job, Daddy!!"

Aaah. Life in a house with three firstborns.