I'm a Big Boy and Nana's here!

this is my star chart, as you can see, i got lots of stars!
i got a few new trains for being such a big boy

gotta go, gotta go

This past weekend I participated in potty training boot camp--3 days of attention, love and 1000's of "tell US when you have to go potty." I did GREAT! No poop accidents, dry naps, and last night I was dry all night. I tell them when I have to go about 90% of the time, but unfortunately, it is that I have to go right then, so I don't always make it to the bathroom. I got a fire truck as my big reward. Nana got here last night and she and I hung out a lot today. I am excited to spend all day tomorrow with her...let's hope she is ready for me and my terrible still potty training two's for 8 hours. I know she raised 4 kids, and I promised mama i would be a good boy, so I am sure we will get along great. I am gonna kill mama for posting pics of me in my underwear, but she thought they were too cute to pass up.

Bad Mama--almost a month and no posts!

my most recent art (in the bathtub)
(warm'n up the vocal chords with a little jingle bells)
(i love to walk daisy)
(i can play without even looking)

rock star
i love jack too.
Mama says sorry yall that she has been sick, busy and negligent of the blog. A nasty virus hit our house and I was sick and then mama was sick, and still is a little bit...like 10 days later! But we are all on the mend and spring is here and that means lots of time playing in the alley. Today we took a wagon ride and walked my dogs to the mailboxes. That's right, daisy is now good enough to walk all the way to the mailboxes and back (but not much further). I tell her all the time she is a good girl and that I love her. I have also learned to tell her "no bark." I am talking up a storm. Mama picked me up from daycare the other day and (at 22 months) I said, "What did you do today, Jen" clear as day. I know his mama's name is Jen and papa's name is Tom and when prodded, and asked what my name is, I always first reply "big boy" and then with big pride I say "Ellis Hayes." And I am a big boy. Tonight after dinner I was contemplating life and coloring when I looked at mama and said, gotta poop...so we ran up to the potty and I did it, I took a gigantic human poop on the pot. Mama loved on me for an hour over it. After this weekend, I should be fully potty-trained, only in underpants, all the time, even at night. I love to talk about my friends and what I do, and about the bulldozers across the street and of course, how the "train went to the roundhouse to take a nap and when it wakes up it will carry freight to the next town" (yes, no joke). 22 months old folks, I am one smart articulate cookie. Life is good.