Learning to pee...

For close to six months now, Colette and I have been trying diligently to get Brayton potty trained. We started on Christmas day, 2007. He has been doing pretty well, but some days he definitely does better than others. At times, he purposely pees his pants just to prove that he still has control. You can ask him, "Brayton, do you need to go potty." He'll reply "no" and stand there and pee his pants just a second later.

Well, Brayton and Lauren both went to Grandma Cindy and Grandpa Gordons this weekend. Colette and I were actually quite worried he'd not do very well going to the potty. Grandma Cindy said that they had a few accidents but that he'd actually done quite well.

Last night, as the story goes, while I was in class Colette gave B and Lauren a bath. She was trying to get Lauren's pajamas on and simeltaneously asking B if he had to go potty before bed. While she was doing so, B climbed up on his step grabbed the toilet seat and proceed to pee in the toilet without any coersion or help from mommy. Colette mentioned that she really didn't know how to respond because it was such a surprise since it's usually a struggle to get him to go.

Since that moment, B has been going pee on his own without much help from us. Colette still reminds him that he needs to keep his undies dry and that he needs to go potty. But for the past two days, he's been doing this on his own.

The question in our mind is - did the light recently just go on in Brayton's mind or did Grandma Cindy teach him to do this?

It is a mystery.

Feeding the Geese...

Yesterday, Colette took the kids to the West Des Moines Library. Since it was a nice day out, she took the kids to see the resident geese that swim around the pond there. Evidently, these are the tamest geese on the planet. Colette and the kids sat down in the grass and the geese came up to them and walked around the kids. Needless to say, the kids loved it and we decided to take some bread tonight to see if we could feed them.

We took some slices of bread and unused hamburger buns to the park. As soon as the geese saw what we had, they rushed over from about 25 yards away. We fed them all the bread (at least what Brayton didn't eat himself) and they would literally eat right out of your hand. Brayton as time went on got more brave and instead of throwing the food would do what Daddy did and feed them right out of his hand. That is until one of the geese bit B's hand. It didn't hurt him at all, but it did scare him a bit. They both had a great time feeding the geese and I'm sure it's an activity we'll pursue again soon.