That's My Boy

My intention of breaking our family blogging silence last week was to get back in the habit of posting at least on a basis that at least resembled regular. Sundays are generally better for writing. We even had shortened church meetings due to stake conference this week. Alas, here it is Monday morning and I'm writing this from the bus on the way into Seattle.

My reason for not writing last night is valid, in my opinion. I found a pretty cool article on McAllisters in Gettysburg during the Civil War. I'm not sure if its contents is widely known through out the family. However, my discovery of it has reignited my interest in researching the family during that era. For those family members interested, our connection to the story is toward the end when the author begins writing about Gabriel McAllister and his descendents, of whom we are also. On to more current matters. We're in the midst of our second round of toilet training Andrew. The first attempt was several months ago and little progress was made in a weeks time, so we aborted the try and regrouped until this last week.

This time around the results were very good right up front. He has a pretty good handle on peeing in the potty, it's pooping where he's been the most stubborn. The secret is a family weakness that must be genetic -- Oreos. America's favorite cookie has worked wonders in helping our son know where to do his business.

What's cute about Andrew is that each time he earns a cookie he wants four of them. Of course, you're thinking, wouldn't we all? But, Andrew takes his handful of cookies around the house searching for each member of the family. When he finds you he holds up a fresh cookie, and with a chocolate covered grin he says, "Here!" handing you a piece of the spoils.

Sure, we're going through our Oreos four-times as fast, but as a parent, it's hard to be upset about a two-year-old who wants to share...at least his extra cookies.